The Day We Replaced Ourselves
Part – 1
Location: Amazon Rainforest
Story Name: The Last Ride: Unknown Loop
When Reax Ford suggested going to the Amazon, he wasn’t joking — there was a restlessness in his eyes that words couldn’t calm. Reax Ford, his friend Liam Carter, Noah Brooks, Ethan Walker, and the four girls — Ava Collins, Mia Thompson, Isabella Reed, Scarlett Hayes — were all in their final year of college: warm laughter, promise-filled voices, and a kind of habitual bravery that had never truly been tested by real danger. (The first time their names were spoken there, the air already felt heavier.)
The eight of them — friends, companions, and carriers of quiet expectations — caught a morning flight to Brazil. Until they set up camp, everything felt like an adventure: the sound of a guitar, the faint smell of alcohol, and the kind of late-night conversations people have to comfort themselves in the dark.
But the moment they reached the edge of the jungle, something changed. The humidity stayed the same — but the sounds were gone. No birds chirped. No insects buzzed. There was only a silence that felt as if it wanted to be heard.
The next morning, they moved deeper inside. The greenery was so dense that the light seemed trapped within it. The path looked unnaturally clean, as if it had been cut straight through — no flattened grass, just the smell of leaves and the rough backs of aging trees.
They kept walking, still smiling — until Noah slipped.
His leg sank into the ground as if the soil had suddenly grabbed him.
They did everything anyone would do: pulled, pushed, cut through thick roots. But his leg wouldn’t come free. What made it worse was the absence of resistance — the earth made no sound. Only a slow, cold silence that seemed to grow heavier by the second.
As the sun began to set, exhausted, they decided to stay the night right there. They built a fire. Yet the brighter the flames burned, the deeper their fear became — as though something beneath the layers of light disliked it.
At exactly nine that night, while they sat around the fire and someone was telling stories about home, Noah’s leg suddenly slipped free on its own. No pulling. No force. It was as if something below had simply let go.
Stunned, they cleared away the soil.
Beneath it was a smooth black surface — not natural stone, but something crafted. Strange symbols were carved across it. And there, under the dirt, was what looked like a door. From it came cold air and the scent of something ancient — something long forgotten, even by those who once belonged to it.
No one knew what to say. Words stalled. Maybe sleep and decide in the morning?
But the jungle didn’t wait.
At midnight, Mia woke up. She heard it — or thought she did — the sound of someone crying, as if trapped behind a wall. Soft sobbing. Then dragging footsteps slowly approaching. The sound felt so close it made the air tremble.
Every single one of them thought the same thing:
Those sounds did not belong to this world.
Morning came with pale faces and hidden panic.
“We’re going down,” Reax said quietly.
There was a sharp gleam in Ava’s eyes — the kind explorers have.
“If this is part of an unknown civilization,” she said, “we’ll be the first to find it.”
For a brief moment, dreams of fame pushed fear aside. They made their decision.
They would go down.
The moment they passed through the door, the air changed — colder, damp, carrying the smell of rot mixed with metal. The walls were covered in drawings: people standing in a circle, and at the center — emptiness.
Every image showed the same void.
The faces in the carvings had been scratched out. Not worn away by time — deliberately erased.
Their flashlight beams slid across the walls, and with every movement of light came the unsettling feeling that something else was moving with it.
They entered a network of tunnels. At every turn, the air shifted. At every turn, it felt like time didn’t exist there.
Then—
From behind them came a voice:
“Guys?”
It sounded ordinary. But the echo carried something else — something that felt like it was calling each of their names.
They turned.
Ethan stood there, pale, his eyes fixed on something none of them could see.
“I didn’t say that,” he whispered.
The flashlight slipped from someone’s hand and hit the ground. The beam flickered violently.
When the light steadied—
Ethan was gone.
His boots were still there. Nothing else.
Their breathing stopped. The tunnel felt alive, as if it had swallowed him whole. The walls were covered in scratches like a tangled web — and somewhere among them, perhaps, names had once been carved… and erased.
“We’re not alone,” Reax said slowly.
And from deep within the tunnel, something shifted.
A slow dragging sound.
Like tightened feet scraping across stone.
The temperature dropped sharply. What had been mild unease hardened into something sharp and unbearable.
They were eight.
Now only seven remained.
And inside the empty space behind that missing number could be anything — ancient anger, forgotten rituals, or something far worse… waiting.
They were underground.
And from below came voices — calling names, laughing softly, or simply coughing in the darkness.
The jungle had carried a weight on its back.
Now that weight was settling onto them.
(To be continued — Part 2: “The City That Watches Back”)
The City That Watches Back
Location: An Unknown City Buried Beneath the Amazon Rainforest
After Ethan disappeared, something broke.
Not just our number… but the balance inside us.
No one dared to cry out loud. When fear grips your throat, sound doesn’t come out — it echoes inside instead.
Reax bent down and picked up Ethan’s lamp. The flame wasn’t steady. It trembled as if someone had just blown on it. But there was no airflow down there.
“This isn’t right…” Liam said quietly.
For the first time, his voice didn’t carry its usual confidence.
The tunnels were strange. Extremely strange.
They didn’t lead in any straight direction.
Every path curved back to the exact place we had started.
We turned right.
Walked for a while.
The same broken stone pillar stood in front of us.
We turned left.
Moved farther ahead.
The same wall — with the faces scratched out.
Scarlett’s breathing grew fast.
“We’re trapped… this place isn’t letting us leave.”
Reax pulled a knife from his pocket and carved a deep mark into the wall.
“If we come back here again, we’ll know.”
We moved forward.
Not even five minutes later, the same wall stood before us.
The same mark.
But now, beneath it, something else had appeared.
Scratched into the stone were the words:
WELCOME BACK
A cold shiver ran down my spine.
“Who did that?” Ava’s voice shook.
None of us answered.
Then we heard footsteps behind us.
Slow.
Dragging.
Like bare feet scraping across stone.
Reax immediately swung the lamp around.
Nothing.
But the sound didn’t stop.
Now it wasn’t coming from one direction.
It was coming from everywhere.
From inside the walls.
From beneath the ground.
From right behind us.
Suddenly, Mia screamed.
We all turned to her.
A thin red line appeared across her neck.
Fresh.
As if someone had just scratched her with a fingernail.
“Who did that?” Isabella was nearly in tears.
Mia’s eyes filled with fear.
“Someone… someone leaned close to my ear and said…”
She stopped, breathing hard.
Reax asked, “What did it say?”
Mia forced the words out:
“It said… ‘One of you was never supposed to come.’”
We stared at each other.
Eight of us had come down here.
Now there were seven.
And something… was saying one of us was never meant to be here.
We tried to find a way out.
But every path circled back to the center.
This wasn’t just a maze.
It was a loop.
Unknown Loop.
Reax suddenly went quiet.
A strange look crossed his face — like he was remembering something.
“Ethan…” he said slowly. “He used to have a dream… remember?”
No one responded, but everyone listened.
“He said there was a round room… a black shadow standing in the center… and eight faces carved into the walls. One of them erased.”
My eyes lifted toward the wall.
It was there.
Eight figures.
Seven faces clearly carved.
The eighth… blank.
Scarlett whispered, barely audible:
“There were eight of us…”
Noah said,
“Now there are seven…”
And the moment he said it—
The blank face on the wall began to fill in.
Lines formed in the stone.
Eye sockets.
A nose.
Lips.
We froze.
The face…
It was Reax’s.
Suddenly, a violent gust of wind tore through the room — even though wind shouldn’t have been possible underground.
All the lamps went out at once.
Total darkness.
Only the sound of our breathing.
And then—
A voice came from directly behind Reax.
Very close.
“You’ve been here before.”
He tried to turn, but the darkness seemed to hold him in place.
“No…” he whispered.
The voice spoke again:
“You were the one who woke us.”
Slowly, something began to glow in the dark.
Two white dots.
Then four.
Then six.
As if eyes were opening inside the walls.
“Run!” Noah screamed.
We ran blindly.
But no matter where we went — we ended up in the same round room.
The same eight faces.
And now the carved figures on the walls were moving.
They were separating from the stone.
Their bodies were stepping out.
But they had no faces.
Only emptiness.
One figure stepped forward.
It raised its hand—
And pushed it straight through Liam’s chest.
His scream still echoes in my ears.
He collapsed to the ground.
There was no blood.
His eyes went empty.
The lines of his face began to fade — like someone was erasing him.
And at that exact moment, a new carving appeared on the wall.
Liam’s face.
Clear.
Trapped in stone.
Scarlett broke down crying.
“This place… it’s turning us into part of it…”
Reax was shaking.
But in his eyes, along with fear, there was something else—
As if he had seen all of this before.
The ground suddenly trembled.
The center of the floor began to sink downward.
Below it was a circular chamber.
In the middle stood the same black shadow.
It slowly lifted its head.
Now its face was clearly visible.
It was—
Reax’s face.
But its eyes were completely white.
Empty.
And it smiled as it said—
“Welcome back, Reax.”
(To be continued — Part 3: “The First Time You Died”)
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