The smoke billowed up into the clear night sky. It was a signal. A sign of campers deep in the woods, alone. From atop the fire lookout tower, it looked like a shadow even against the dark sky.
The fire must've been burning for a while. Occasionally I could hear voices at the other end of my walkie from Kurt, who'd gone to check on them over an hour ago. I was getting worried, but I wasn't hearing anything clearly.
When the smoke stopped, I expected Kurt to return soon. What returned to the tower that night, that was not Kurt.
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Season of Scares: A 61 Day Drabble Challenge
ParanormalA daily drabble challenge for the season by @dcompbooks. Thanks to @tlbodine for bringing it to my attention. 61 days, 100 words. #SeasonOfScares
