A group of friends goes on a camping trip in the woods, but when they start to notice strange occurrences and hear chilling whispers in the night, they realize that they are not alone and that something is hunting them.

It was a typical weekend for a group of teenagers looking for some excitement. They had heard rumors of an abandoned shelter on the outskirts of city, and they decided to check it out. The structure was old, decrepit, and grown with vines and weeds. As they approached the entrance, they noticed the heavy essence gates had been pried open, drinking them outside.

The group cautiously made their way into the shelter's lobby, which was eerily quiet. The air was musty, and the bottoms were covered in a thick subcaste of dust. As they walked deeper into the shelter, they began to hear strange noises, like whispers and shuffling steps. They allowed

it might just be their imagination playing tricks on them, but as they continued exploring, the noises came more frequent and violent.

The group resolve up to explore the different apartments, each taking a flashlight to navigate the dark hallways. The first many apartments were normal, just empty and decrepit. But also they came across a room with conditions hanging from the ceiling and walls, and they realized that this place had a dark history.

Suddenly, one of the teenagers let out a blood- curdling laugh, causing the others to run towards the source of the sound. They set up their friend pulsing in fear, gaping at a wall covered in what looked like blood. As they shone their flashlights on the wall, they saw that someone had written the words" you're coming" in red.

fear set in, and the group rushed towards the exit, but the essence gates had been closed and locked from the outside. Trapped outside, they realized that commodity was hunting them. They could hear steps getting closer and closer, but they could not see anything in the darkness.

As they frenetically searched for a way out, they stumbled upon a room that had been hidden behind a boarded- up doorway. Outside, they set up a strange- looking device, covered in dust and cobwebs. It looked like a cross between a camera and a strange mechanical gimmick.

Without warning, the device started droning to life, and a bright light flashed from its lens. The group tried to run, but they set up themselves unfit to move. They were paralyzed, firmed in place, unfit to indeed scream.

That is when they saw it. A figure surfaced from the darkness, moving sluggishly towards them. It was a altitudinous, haggard critter with long, bony fritters and glowing eyes. Its skin was argentine and mottled, and it sounded to be made of the same dust and cobwebs that covered everything differently in the shelter.

The critter stood over them, brewing in the darkness. It reached out a bony hand and touched each of them on the forepart, as if it was marking them for commodity. And also, just as suddenly as it appeared, the critter dissolved into thin air.

The group was left alone, shaken and scarified. They managed to find a way out of the shelter and ran back to city, noway speaking of their experience to anyone. But they all knew that commodity had changed inside of them, that they had been marked by commodity evil.

Times latterly, the group reunited for a high academy reunion. They participated stories about their lives, their careers, and their families. But they noway mentioned the night they spent in the abandoned shelter, and the strange critter that marked them for commodity unknown. They tried to forget about it, but deep down, they all knew that they were noway truly free from the horror that they had endured.

Despite their stylish sweats to forget, the teens were visited by the recollections of that night in the shelter. They each began to witness strange circumstances in their diurnal lives- doors would open and close on their own, objects would move without explanation, and they would hear whispers in the darkness.

As the times went by, the strange circumstances only grew more frequent and violent. They began to feel as though they were being watched at all times, and they could smell a malignant presence lurking just beyond their line of sight.

One by one, the group members started to witness intimidating fancies, all involving the same argentine, mottled critter that they had encountered in the shelter. They would wake up in the middle of the night, paralyzed with fear, as the critter impended over them, its glowing eyes piercing through the darkness.

hopeless for answers, the group decided to readdress the abandoned shelter, hoping to uncover the verity behind their haunting gests . As they made their way through the decrepit structure, they came across the same room where they had first encountered the strange device. It was still there, covered in dust and cobwebs, as if staying for their return.

One of the group members picked up the device and refocused it at the wall, curious about its purpose. Suddenly, a bright light flashed from the lens, illuminating a retired communication etched into the wall-" You can not escape what you have been marked for."

The group was affrighted. They realized that the strange critter had marked them for commodity, and that they were now doomed to a life of endless torment and fear. They tried to leave the shelter, but the essence gates had been locked from the outside formerly again, enmeshing them outside.

As they searched for another way out, they came across a retired staircase leading down into the depths of the shelter. Reluctantly, they descended into the darkness, their flashlights the only source of light.

The staircase sounded to go on ever, and the group soon realized that they were descending deeper than they ever allowed

possible. The air grew colder, and the walls started to drop with a thick, thick liquid.

Eventually, they reached the bottom of the stairs, and what they saw there filled them with inenarrable dread. In the center of a large chamber, they saw the argentine, mottled critter that had been hanging them for times. It was girdled by unearthly bias and strange symbols etched into the walls.

The critter turned to face them, and they could see that it was holding commodity in its long, bony fritters- a small, glowing object that palpitated with an unearthly energy.

Without warning, the critter dived towards them, and the group was forced to defend themselves as best they could. They fought with all their might, but it was no use- the critter was too strong, too important.

Just when it sounded that all was lost, the glowing object in the critter's hand suddenly shattered, releasing a bedazzling burst of energy. The critter let out a piercing gasp and dissolved into thin air, leaving the group alone in the chamber.

As they stumbled out of the shelter, shaken but alive, the group realized that they had eventually set up the answer they had been seeking. They had been marked by commodity otherworldly, commodity beyond mortal understanding, and they would noway truly be free from its grasp.

From that day on, the group members went their separate ways, each visited by their own particular demons. But they were united by the knowledge that they had endured commodity truly intimidating, commodity that would stay with them for the rest of their lives.

As the times went by, the group members tried to move on from their haunting experience at the abandoned shelter. They each pursued their own paths in life, trying to find some semblance of normality.

But despite their stylish sweats, they could noway shake the feeling that commodity was still watching them, still hunting them. They would wake up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat, their hearts contending, as the recollections of the shelter swamped back.

One by one, the group members began to realize that they could noway truly escape what had happed to them. They had been marked by commodity beyond mortal understanding, and it would always be a part of them.

In the end, they were forced to accept their fate and live with the knowledge that they had endured commodity truly intimidating, commodity that would hang them for the rest of their lives. And as they looked back on their time at the abandoned shelter, they knew that they had been ever changed by the horrors they had witnessed there.