Man Thought He Found A Puppy In The Forest – When Vet Sees Them She Calls The Police
A cold shiver crawled his spine.
Something caught his eye—a torn scrap of fabric snagged on a branch. It hadn’t been there before.
Footprints. Fresh, heading deeper into the woods.
Someone had been here since he left. Someone who didn’t want that backpack found.
He crouched, pressing his fingers into the fresh indentations. The police would be after him soon, but walking away now meant giving up any chance of clearing his name.
He followed the trail. Trees closed in, shadows stretching long. The deeper he went, the more wrong the forest felt. It wasn’t just quiet—it was unnaturally silent.
The prints vanished. One moment clear, the next gone as if erased.
A faint rustle. Behind him.
Daniel turned slowly, breath caught in his throat.
The noise stopped. The forest held its breath with him.
Then—again. This time ahead. A shuffle. An engine’s low rumble.
His pulse spiked.
No turning back.
He pushed forward into the dark, following the sound. Branches clawed at his sleeves, the ground uneven beneath his boots.
The noise faded. The forest swallowed it.
Daniel scanned the darkness. Nothing moved. Nothing breathed.
Daniel slowed, scanning the endless maze of trees, frustration gnawing at him. Had the sound been his imagination? Then, through the shifting branches, he spotted it—a weathered structure half-hidden by the forest. His breath caught.
