As I walk into these woods, I know he will take me.
No matter how much I scream, kick, scratch,
He will kill me.

But I must not think about that now.
He can tell what I am thinking.

He knows.

Sometimes I wonder if there is a reason for his bitterness.
Maybe he has lost a wife. Maybe a child.
Maybe he is just looking for... a friend.

Mama told me what I have to do to come out alive.
I must collect eight peices of paper without him taking me.
Then the light will return and I may escape.
I know the places to check. I am nearing the first place now.
The bathrooms.

Walking in, I see dirty tiles
A small chair
A tarnished mirror.

In the mirror I see myself.
Ruby lips,
Pale skin,
Ebony black hair.

I shine my flashlight around the room and I spot it.
The page.
It has writing on it, but I am too smart to stop and read.
Thinking fast, I rip the mirror off the wall.
It will come in handy
To look around corners.

At once,
I run.
Out of the bathroom, to the large tree.

A page is waiting for me. I do not read it, just grab it and go.

As I walk, I near a pipe.
It has a page inside, too.

I grab it, and an eerie feeling fills the forest.
I pull the mirror up to my face.
I see myself,
And him, looking over my shoulder.

But I do not fear him. I simply turn around, slowly.
I am aware that I may die, but I put this thought out of my head.

"I'm not going to hurt you." I say,
Lowering the mirror.

I cannot see his face. It is pure whiteness.
His suit, uniform black, with a bright red tie.
His arms, hanging losely at his sides,
Longer than life.
I shine my flashlight on him,
And my vision goes fuzzy.

My flashlight flickers
All I hear is static, and then, a voice.

"I'm sorry."

I am taken aback,
But I do not flinch.
I answer, "For what?"

The static gets louder, the flashlight flickers again. My vision is fuzzy, blurry.
I see long black tentacles gracefully flow from behind his back. They reach toward me.
"For being mysef." He says.

All I can see is his perfect white face,
All I can hear is static and screams,
All I can think of is how dangerously beautiful this creature is.

His tentacles close around my body.
I can feel my bones constricting, my ribcage cracking.
He wraps an arm around my throat,
And leans close to me.

He has no mouth,
But I feel his hot breath sting my skin.
"I'm sorry,"
He says again.
But I cannot reply, because he gives me a great squeeze, and everything goes black.