Joseph Davis

Mar 29, 2021

4 min read
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Rite of Passage

Camping alone for the first time made Jackson realize that you never outgrow your fear of the darkness.

He sat on a canvas stool, hunched over a crackling fire as it cast dancing figures against the surrounding trees. The sky above was overrun by an endless sprawl of branches — reaching down to grab him with their withered appendages. Jackson’s mind raced with thoughts of making the two mile trek back to his car and driving home, but…