Every muscle in Nathan’s body screamed at him to move, to do something—anything—but he couldn’t. His fingers trembled as he reached for his phone, his mind screaming for him to call for help, but his body refused to obey. He was frozen, completely paralyzed by the sight before him. He couldn’t look away.
The figures’ movements were slow and precise, but each time they shifted or crawled, Nathan’s stomach twisted in knots. The fear he felt wasn’t just physical—he was terrified by the impossibility of it. He was seeing things that couldn’t possibly be real, yet everything about the figures screamed that they were.