It's October 1994. You're reviewing the recovered tapes of Heather, Mike, and Josh—three film students who vanished in the Black Hills near Burkittsville. The footage begins with their arrival in town, interviewing locals about the Blair Witch. One man speaks of Rustin Parr, who murdered seven children. Another tells of Robin Weaver, who saw a woman floating above the ground. The students laugh it off. They head into the woods with cameras rolling.

Day one ends normally. On day two, they find the old graveyard. Josh knocks over a cairn. That night, they hear sticks snapping outside the tent.

The next morning, three new cairns are built beside them. The map is gone. The compass spins. They start seeing stick figures in the trees. That night, something shakes the tent. They run.

By day four, Josh is missing. They hear him screaming. Heather finds a bundle—his shirt, torn, covered in blood, with teeth and hair inside. She doesn’t tell Mike.

On the final tape, they follow Josh’s voice to an abandoned house. The walls are covered in handprints. Mike goes into the basement. Heather follows. The camera shows him standing in the corner. She calls his name. He doesn’t move. Something rushes her. The camera drops. The screen flickers—then cuts to black.

You sit in silence. The tapes end. But you can’t shake the feeling: someone—or something—is still watching.