She checked behind her again. The forest was silent. Not a bird or insect made a peep, adding to the eeriness. The hair on the back of her neck itched as if standing on end. She scratched at the gnawing feeling, her wrinkled eyelids attempting to open wider as she looked around. “I’m going back to camp,” she whispered to the camera. “Somethin’ ain’t right here.”
One of the contestants gets a surprise, and it's the kind one can do without.
