It was dark, cold and wet. A girl screamed as she was dragged through a graveyard but no one could here her screams, there was nobody around for miles. She couldn't see who or what was dragging her, it was the dead of night and the only light was coming from the moon which was slowly being covered up by dark clouds. The hand had a tight grip on her hair and by this point she had given up on trying to fight it. There was nothing around her on the path to grab on to, nothing that might help her escape this horrible thing.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH" she screamed once more only for the hand to tighten the grip on her hair. She decided not to scream again in fear of something worse happening. Tears were streaming down her face making small puddles on the cold, hard ground. Her clothes had been torn from being dragged through a large forest. She had no idea how far she had been dragged or for how long. She just hoped she could make it back home.

For the fifth time that night she pinched her arm in hopes that all of this had been one horrible dream. But once again she opened her eyes to find herself still being dragged by the hand not in her comfy bed at home. The sun was just starting to come up meaning she had been dragged to whoever knows where the whole night. There was still little light showing but she could just about make out the trees and graves.

She still hadn't seen her capturers face even after being dragged for another hour. Finally they came to a small house with no windows only a single small door. The house was hidden between the trees. It looked as if no one came to this part of the woods. Her capturer opened the door and started to shove her inside and Zora knew that her real life nightmare was just beginning...