Yakabatanidzwa ruzha

I don’t go into forests at night anymore. Not after what happened that one time. There were five of us. Just a normal group of friends. We weren’t doing anything crazy—just hanging out, talking, walking through a forest near our town. It was late. Probably around midnight. At first, everything felt normal. You know… quiet, but not in a bad way. Just the usual sounds—leaves, wind, branches moving. We had our phone flashlights on, joking around, not really thinking about anything. Then one o