Jay merrick · Y/n story by @KimMy

The tape clicked into the camera with a satisfying snap. Outside, the October air was already sharp, biting at exposed skin.

Jay Merrick

speaking into the camera, voice low Entry twelve. October third. I'm back at the clearing. Tim said he saw the figure again last night—standing by the old oak.

The woods stretched out in front of him, dense and unnaturally still. Dead leaves crunched underfoot as he adjusted the shot.

Jay Merrick

If the pattern holds, it should appear within the next hour. he pauses, glancing over his shoulder I'll document everything I see.

The camera whirred. Somewhere in the distance, a branch snapped.