Oof, this reads like folklore passed down by people who survived just long enough to warn the rest of us. The voice is so confident in its roughness, earthy, oral, almost campfire-whispered, and it makes the horror creep in sideways without really announcing itself. Hiding becomes both a physical act and a moral failure, how memory and forgetting rot together underground.

This is honestly the kind of piece that sticks in my head and makes dirt feel suspicious. Love it!