Night came down over the ridge like a lid.

Russell felt it in the air first, the way the temperature dropped as if the mountain had exhaled. He made the final push up the steep slope with dirt and sweat still on his hands, his pack dragging at his shoulders, his breathing loud in his own ears. The climb had been worse than it looked on camera, loose rock sliding under his boots, the ground threatening to give way with every step.

But he did not mind.

He had spent the whole day tracking what he believed were two possible Bigfoot figures. Prints. Broken branches. Signs that never proved anything on their own, but stacked into a trail that kept pulling him higher. Somewhere down in the valley, Bryce had reported unusual movement during a car experiment, the kind of small detail that either meant nothing at all or meant everything.

Russell had chosen to believe it meant everything.

At the top, the ridge opened wide and unforgiving. One side dropped sharply into the valley below, a clean angle that gave him exactly what he wanted: an uninterrupted view. He set his pack down, flexed his fingers, and looked out over the tree line as the last daylight drained away.

“This is it,” he murmured, more to himself than to anyone. “No better spot.”

With the steep drop in front of him, the thermal scope would have nothing to fight through. No brush. No trunks blocking the view. Just open air and a valley full of places for heat to reveal itself.

He settled in with the ritual calm of someone who knows waiting is a skill. Gear close. Devices steady. Body positioned so he could sit for hours without cramping. His voice stayed level, but his eyes tracked every shadow, every shift of darkness.

“I don’t know if what Bryce saw is the same two I’ve been tracking,” he said quietly. “If they’re the same, or if they’re part of a larger group. Either way, if they come this direction, I’m going to be ready.”

He lifted the thermal device and began scanning.

Below him, the valley glowed in patches. Old stumps still held the day’s warmth, burning bright in the lens like coals. Farther up the slope, faint warm spots suggested animals bedding down for the night. Russell watched them with a hunter’s patience and a researcher’s obsession, waiting for something that did not belong.

He found it after the forest turned darker and quieter.

A shape in the middle of the trees that looked wrong. Not wrong like a bear. Not wrong like a deer. Wrong like a question mark drawn into the landscape.

Russell zoomed in slightly and held his breath.

The shape did not move, but it seemed to occupy space the way a living thing does, as if it could decide at any moment to reveal what it was. Russell stared until his eyes watered, until he started to wonder whether his mind was manufacturing the anomaly because he wanted it so badly.

Then the image shifted.

It was subtle at first, like a heat signature swelling, becoming brighter, thicker, more defined. Russell leaned forward, heart pushing against his ribs.

“I don’t know what it is,” he whispered. “It almost looks like it’s getting bigger, but I can’t tell.”

And then it happened.

The bright shape moved, fast enough to jolt him, fast enough that he pulled back instinctively and let out a shocked breath.

“Whoa. Did you see that?”

He pressed back into the scope, searching frantically.

One second, it had been visible as a clear heat signature, upright or close to upright, a tall vertical blaze in the trees. The next second, it was gone. Not faded. Not walked away like an animal drifting behind cover.

Gone as if something had stepped backward into the forest and been swallowed whole.

Russell’s hands tightened around the scope. He looked down toward the valley with a serious expression that did not match the excitement in his voice. It was not far away. Not a distant ridge line. This was below them. Close.

“We need to get down there,” he said, urgency sharpening each word. “Now.”

He started gathering his gear with quick efficiency, not leaving anything behind. This was the first real visual he’d had since arriving in Washington. All day he’d followed signs that could be argued into nothing. But a heat signature that big, that clear, from over a mile away, meant one thing.

Whatever it was, it was large.

His heartbeat was so loud he said it out loud, as if naming it might help him control it. “I’ve got goosebumps.”

He looked ahead and asked if everyone was ready. The valley waited in darkness.

While Russell prepared to climb down into the trees, the base camp fell deeper into its own kind of tension.

Maria and Bo had been sitting inside a tent that now served as a blind. Hours earlier, they had watched the LAR crew finish setting up a new security system. Lasers calibrated. Perimeter mapped. Screen alive with a three-dimensional outline of their camp, the surrounding trees rendered in lines and moving points.

It felt like technology finally gave them the advantage the woods always denied.

Maria had stepped into the center of the perimeter to test it. Her shape had appeared instantly on the screen, glowing and striped with horizontal bands that represented motion. Bo had walked in next, long careful steps, and Maria had joked that he looked like Bigfoot creeping through the woods. Everyone laughed, but the demonstration made one thing plain.

The system saw everything.

Anything that crossed into the boundary would be detected, tracked, and highlighted. That was the promise. That was why they were doing this.

Now, with the crew gone, the camp returned to night. The lasers hummed softly. The display glowed. The tent walls made the outside sounds feel distant, as if the forest had been draped in cloth.

Maria and Bo spoke in low voices about what might draw a creature like Sasquatch toward human activity. Maria talked about primates, about curiosity, about how intelligent animals notice changes in their environment and investigate them. Bo agreed. Predators hunted for food. Intelligent creatures studied for understanding.

That thought made the air feel heavier.

Because if something intelligent was nearby, it might already know they were here. It might already be learning.

Maria leaned close to the monitor, eyes scanning the fine movements of dots and lines. Bo sat with his hands ready to zoom in at the smallest sign.

Then Maria’s voice changed.

“Do you see that?”

She pointed at the display. Tiny movements. A faint flicker. Something approaching the perimeter. Not enough to scream, but enough to turn the blood cold.

Bo reacted instantly, zooming in. The lines expanded. The shape became easier to read.

For one brief moment, something appeared upright.

Not a crawling animal. Not a low shape. Upright. Tall enough that Maria’s mouth fell slightly open.

“Did you see it standing?” she whispered, half disbelief, half alarm.

Before either of them could study it properly, the figure moved.

It did not stroll. It did not linger.

It darted away so fast the system struggled to hold it, a blur that seemed to break the rhythm of everything they had been watching for hours.

One second it was there.

The next it had vanished off-screen, leaving nothing but empty lines and the steady hum of equipment.

Maria stared at the monitor as if it should apologize. “I can’t see it anymore.”

Bo’s brow tightened. “How is that even possible?”

Something had been moving toward them. They had both seen it. Yet now the screen showed no target, no outline, no tracking lock. The LAR display returned to calm, as if it had imagined the whole thing.

Silence settled over the tent, heavier than before.

Maria’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Did you hear that?”

Bo froze.

“Two branches,” Maria said. “Right outside the tent. By the creek.”

It was not the delicate snap of a squirrel. Not the light crack of a raccoon. It was sharp and clean, like weight moved through wood without trying to be gentle.

Bo zoomed out, searching the full perimeter. Maria scrolled through automatic alerts, expecting the system to show a spike, a trigger, a locked target.

Nothing.

No alarm.

No tracking.

No thermal confirmation.

The technology that was supposed to make the forest honest showed blank calm while something heavy moved close enough to snap branches.

Maria and Bo exchanged a look that required no words.

If the thing was smart, it might have stayed just outside the thermal camera’s reach. Close enough to be heard. Close enough to test them. Far enough not to be tagged.

Close enough to remind them who understood the terrain better.

Maria grabbed a light. “We need to move. Now.”

Bo hesitated only long enough to take his own. Sitting inside the tent and watching screens would not help anymore. If they wanted answers, they had to step outside into the dark where answers could also become consequences.

They moved quickly, unzipping the tent with careful hands, trying not to make noise. The night air rushed in cold and wet, smelling of creek water and pine.

For a moment, the forest seemed to hold its breath.

No footsteps. No visible shape. Just darkness and the faint creak of trees.

But Maria could still hear that snap in her mind. The sound of something heavy. Something nearby. Something that had approached, shown itself for one brief upright second, and then vanished as if it knew exactly how long to be seen.

Up on the ridge, Russell was already descendingtoward the valley, driven by the memory of that bright heat signature and the way it had disappeared too cleanly to be coincidence.

Down at the camp, Maria and Bo stepped into the night with their lights raised, their technology behind them, and the creeping realization in their chests that the perimeter had not been crossed by something foolish.

It had been crossed by something careful.

Something that could come close, reveal itself just enough to ignite hope, and then slip away into the trees with the ease of a creature that had been doing this long before lasers, long before cameras, long before humans thought the woods were theirs to map.

And somewhere between the ridge and the camp, in the dark seam of forest that connected both, the night waited—quiet, patient, and full of unseen movement—ready to show them what it wanted them to see, and nothing more.

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