As I was watching my way along the narrow sides of the mountain, I stumbled upon a cave. Memories flashed back—the incident that had terrified me three years ago. It was long ago, I told myself, and I should not let it haunt me my whole life.

Now about this weird cave… would it be worth the risk to step inside, even though there could be dangerous things waiting? Suddenly, I noticed a strange sound coming from within. It felt like deep, vibrating hums. I stepped back, shivering with fear. In my sixteen years, I had never heard anything like it.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed. A message appeared on the screen from an “unknown” number. I skimmed through it. “I can see you… short, blonde… huge backpack…”

The description matched me exactly. I wanted to run, but I froze, cold and trembling. At that moment, I remembered my mother’s words: “As you go higher up the mountains, thoughts are short and you don’t get to think right.” Back then, I hadn’t understood her. But now, standing still, cold and shivering, I finally did.