Park Ranger Finds Massive Nest In Forest, Then He Looks Inside

Brian unfolded the weathered paper. A grainy photograph stared back at him under the harsh light. MISSING: RUTH HARPER. Last seen two years ago. Brian’s mind raced, his pulse pounding in his ears. The reality of the situation rapidly mutated into something horrific. This wasn't a squatter's camp. 

Had someone been kidnapped? Was the entity that scrambled away into the dark a killer, keeping a woman captive up here? He looked back at the hunting knife on the table, the thick, dark liquid gleaming on the steel. The thought of what might have happened in this secluded wooden box made him sick to his stomach.

Before Brian could process his next move, a heavy, dull thud shuddered through the floorboards. The entire structure groaned. He leaned over the edge of the platform and aimed his light down. The dark shape had returned to the base of the tree.