Not breathing.

At , the camera panned to Nico. But Nico wasn't moving naturally. His smile was too wide. His eyes were the color of moss. And behind him, the trees were bending inward , forming a corridor of thorns.

He had to finish what he started.

He hadn't seen this footage in fifteen years. The thumbnail showed a group of kids in matching green raincoats, standing in front of a moss-covered cabin in the Ardèche. His teacher, Madame Fournier, smiled like a wax doll.

On the third night, Nico stole Lucas’s camera. "Let's make a horror short," Nico laughed. "Call it Classes Vertes 2009 . We'll upload it to Dailymotion."