We’re Not Alone

It’s morning. Pete’s still gone.

We went back to the cave at first light. The rain had stopped, the air heavy with that smell — wet stone and something else, sweet, like rust and flowers.

We shouted until our voices cracked. Nothing.

Inside the cave, the walls looked different — smooth, like polished glass. The flashlight beam slid off them. I saw my reflection again, faint and slow, a half-second behind. When I raised my hand, the reflection didn’t follow immediately. It hesitated. Then it smiled.

I ran.

Sakda says the cave “change when rain come.” He refuses to go back. He wants to leave now, even without Pete. But the river’s still high.

Tom says we should wait one more night. John just sits by the water, staring.

I tried to talk to him. He said something strange — “Pete found the deep part. It’s open now.”

I asked what he meant, but he just started laughing quietly. I think he hasn’t slept in days.

Afternoon — the clouds broke for a while, and I swear I saw someone standing across the pool. Could’ve been light, could’ve been Pete. Looked like a person waving slowly, arm too long, movement too smooth. When I blinked, it was gone.

Later, I tried to upload this entry, but it keeps timing out. When it finally went through, it said “Edited by: Unknown.” I didn’t invite anyone to the blog.