Wednesday: The Eye of the Storm
By mid-afternoon, the hail had stopped, leaving a surreal silence in its wake. Jas ventured outside, scanning the sky. The eerie stillness unsettled them. “This feels… wrong,” they said.
Roman climbed into the treehouse, his voice echoing down. “This thing is solid. Could be a lookout.” He paused, then added, “But there’s something up here.”
Ivy Mae joined him, and together they uncovered a small chest tucked into the corner. Inside were journals, photographs, and a faded map. “Whoever lived here knew what they were doing,” Ivy Mae said, tracing the lines on the map.
Before they could process, the wind roared to life again. Dark clouds churned above, and the air felt electric. Jas shouted from below, “Get down! Now!”