“Come on, man. It’s not far,” Larry urged his friends as he continued along the trail. “And don’t leave the trail. People tend to get lost when they do that.”
“Yeah, yeah. So you keep saying.” Michelle smacked her neck, killing the hundredth mosquito since they started on their camping trip.
Joe glanced around them. “It’s going to get dark soon.”
Larry smiled as he reached into his pocket. “Almost there.” He pulled out a stone idol and muttered a few words. Lights surrounded his friends, and as they screamed, he absorbed their escaping life energy. “Ah, what a rush”