The recording light on my camera glows red. My breathing comes in fast, shaky gasps, I clench my hand on the handle of a sharp kitchen knife and try to find my way home. Nightbirds chirp as leaves crunch under my feet. The steady hum of my video camera statics. My breathing quickens. I hold the knife in front of me and stop walking. The forest is completly silent, no wind through thr trees, no gentle hum of my camera. Somthing is off. I turn around..