It moves like a stop-motion puppet. Jerky. Wrong. It has too many joints. It slides across the cave floor, up the opposite wall, and presses out . Not a shadow anymore. A thing. Tall. Lean. Its face is a stretched Kenneth Anger fever dream: a silent film actress caught in a projector fire, melting and smiling.
The GoPro’s night vision clicks on. Green. Monochromatic hell. Malibu Horror Story
In the back seat, JENNA (21, sharp, over it) scrolls her phone. The signal is already gone. It moves like a stop-motion puppet
JENNA (Forced laugh) It’s a refraction. The flare is— up the opposite wall