I thought my life was actually pretty great a few months ago. I thought nothing bad would ever happen. Until the day. The day my parents were killed. They were killed when their trolley got into a crash.

My cousins were the only ones who could take care of me and my brother.

But throughout my 17 years of my life, I have been going through TONS of hatred. Between my cousins fighting, and them only paying attention on my brother (Michael).

One day, they were madder than ever. Of course, at me. One of my cousins left the milk carton open like five hours before the rest of us even woke up.

"HEY ALEXA! GET DOWN HERE AND CLEAN THIS UP!"

I was probably madder than she was.

But I walked downstairs and cleaned it up anyway.

"Don't forget to take out the garbage!" She uttered under her breath.

"How could I forget?" I moaned.

I took it out and looked up. Up at the afternoon, going on to evening sky.

I couldn't help but stay outside.

I wasn't really that tired. So just to pass the time, I took a little walk.

I must've gone really far, because there was a forest. I know for a fact that there isn't a forest close to my house at all.

I suddenly felt extremely attracted to the forest.

So, I walked in.

But then I remembered. The myth of this very forest.

The myth was that every and all people who walks in plays a life and death game.

But, so far, I see nothing game wise here.

I look over at a tall tree.

"Collect all 8 pages." Was carved into the tree. I stood there and thought.

"What does this mean? Is this some kind of joke to get me scared? And who is in on this?"

All those questions raced in my head.

"Well, I'll just find out myself."

I walked. I came up to a tree. Taller and wider than the other. I see a page.

I couldn't read it, because it was sort of smudged up.

*The sound of drums beginning to pound*

Are you kidding me?! I sort of screamed.

I walked up to a house.

"Good! Maybe I can call my cousins and tell them to pick me up."

So I searched. All I found was to chairs, and sadly, another page.

The drums got slightly louder. I was very upset and began to give up.

I walked out the way I walked in- but then I saw it.

The man with long, very long arms. And no face.

I stared for a while. As he did the exact same.

Then about eight tentacles came towards me.

I screamed and turned and ran super-fast.

"What was that?" I gasped.

I found some sort of gas tanks. All next to each other, one after the other.

I looked for a page.

"Oh god. Another Page." I uttered.

I took it

*More sounds are now added*

I ran. I felt some one pretty close. I knew it was… him. That sort-of… a thing.

"Oh yeah! MY CELL PHONE!" I screamed with happiness.

"Connection failed. Try again." The cell phone repeated.

This time, I was done. Done with it all.

I walked some more. And collected 2 more pages.

"Just need 3 more pages I can go- *gasp" without finishing my sentence, "the man without a name" turned me around, and grabbed my with all 8 tentacles.

The pain, all I felt was pain and misery.

"This is all my fault, if I just didn't go on this walk, right now, I'd be in bed….."

The cops arrived, but it was too late. I was on the ground, pages were gone, and put back up the way it was before they were collected by me.

I lay there unconscious. And to everyone else, my "death" was a mystery. Just a mystery that is trying to be figured out.