Blair Witch- More Magic Mushrooms

He turned his head and saw the mushrooms he'd spit out before on the rock, right next to him.
He reached out and swallowed them whole.
And then he was falling.
For a minute, he thought nothing had happened.
He was still on the rock. The fog was everywhere.
Then he realized the weight on his back was gone.
He got to his hands and knees and grimaced: his back felt as if someone had taken a sharp rake to it and scraped repeatedly.
Nearby, he heard the sounds of soft, gentle crying. "Hello?"
"Don't come near me, don't come any closer, don't! Don't! Don't!"
It was the voice of a child: a boy. Scared to death, from the sound of it.
The mist cleared.
Ten feet away, a boy sat on the rock, holding a man's head in his lap. The man wasn't moving.
Crawford had seen them before. In the paper that had fallen to the floor at the Burkittsville Historical Society. And in the last--trip?--he had taken."Nine Year-Old Son Treated for Shock."
This was the nine-year-old.
"Leave me alone!" the boy screamed.
"It's all right." Crawford sat back down and held up his hands to show he meant no harm. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"You're not real," the boy said. "Go away."
Crawford suddenly realized something. This was different from the other time he'd seen the boy.
This time, the boy could see him.
He was really here--wherever here was.
"I'm a policeman, son. You don't have to be scared."
The boy said nothing.
"What's your name?"
"Go away."
Crawford sighed. "Look--"
The world exploded.
It was daylight again.
He was back with the five hunters: the ones with old-fashioned clothes, and the antique rifles.
Only now they didn't have the rifles.
Now they were lying on the rock, tied together at their hands and feet, and--
Crawford's stomach rolled.
He heard a noise behind him.
He turned and saw the little girl, the one who had been holding a doll.
Now she was holding a knife.
"I am coming, Detective," she said.
He closed his eyes.
He was sitting on the rock again.
The boy was staring at him. "Where did you go?"
Crawford didn't answer. How long would he be here--in this place, wherever this place was? How long before he was back on the rock with Fellowes again?

- Blair Witch: Graveyard Shift, chapter Nine