The night had a strange calm to it as Bridget crept through the woods. She had a strange dream that night that told her she should be there. Though the details were unclear, the message was not. Someone needed her help and time was running out. In the distance, a cracking stick could be heard. Bridget paused, afraid that she might have woken her sister in her escape to find who needed her help. She suddenly came to a clearing in the woods. A bloodcurdling scream broke the clam of the night. Bridget's heart began to beat faster as she came to a house with a terrifying sight over it: the dark mark. Bridget's eyes widened at the horrifying sight. She ducked into a bush, hearing footsteps heading toward her.
"There's no sign of him anywhere." A man's voice said, the volume getting louder and louder. Bridget tried to become as small as possible, so she wouldn't be spotted.
"He couldn't have gotten far. Keep searching," another man's voice growled. The footsteps faded into the distance. Bridget waited a few moments, then ventured out into the clearing. She walked a few steps and came to a gigantic house that seemed to stretch for miles.
"Bridget," a familiar voice cried out from the distance. Bridget looked around her and began to panic. Someone she knew was in trouble.
A/N. I know, I totally suck. Cliffhanger, huh? Wll you know what to do review and I will reveal the identitythis mystery voice. I'd also like to dedicate this story to my deal editor and good friend DBAINSW.