Night in the haunted forest. Part 3

A.J., our chef, and Tim started preparing for the barbecue.

My bestie Emi and I were up for the photo session. Emi was an influencer. She put on a skimpy gown and asked me to take cute pics of her in the flowery meadow.

“Hey, I want to take a photo with a kimono over there,” Emi pointed to the tall birch tree. “Grandma will be happy.” She was of Japanese descent.

Emi playfully ran to the car, where she had a bag with her clothes, and clicked the car keys, but the doors wouldn’t unlock. She tried again. Nothing.

“Guys, I cannot open the door! Is it the right car key?” she called out.

It was. We all came to help.

We tried to open the car again and again. Nothing. I felt despair. This car was rented. We wanted a good big jeep, and now we couldn’t open it.

“Do we have a phone to call the rent company?” asked A.J.

I nodded and reached for my phone. Suddenly, I felt that unsettling sensation that someone was looking at me. I was so not up for another creepy encounter. Slowly, I turned around and saw a fox. She was so close I could see her deep, serious eyes, as if she wanted to tell me something.

“Do you see that?” I asked. “Do you see the fox?” I pointed to the bush close to our car where she was standing.

My friends looked and shook their heads. I started feeling really sorry for renting this cabin. Suddenly, the car clicked, and the doors flung open — all of them. I looked at the fox; I swear I could see her smile, then she bolted back to the forest.

My friends stood there with their mouths open. “It’s getting really insane, you know,” Emi said and reached for her kimono.

To be continued…