Remote Costa Rica jungle, turned into a horror story

But then something about him started to feel… off.

It wasn’t what he said, it was how he said it. The way he kept lowering his voice mid-sentence, like there was no real reason for it but he felt there should be. The pauses, slightly too long, like he was filtering his own words before letting them out. And the constant glances around, quick but frequent, like he was checking who was listening even though no one was paying attention. It felt like he was trying to be discreet, but in a way that made the whole thing more obvious instead of less. Like someone playing a role they hadn’t quite mastered.