Annabeth's P.O.V
I sat in my cabin all alone. Why? Because everyone else was outside by the campfire doing stuff, that apparently didn't interest me. I had other things to do, aswell. I sat on my bed with Dadaelus' laptop open infront of me. I scrolled through his most recent inventions, which were created many centuries ago. Wow, I thought staring at an idea to create a flying device thingy. I yawned. I turned to check the time. It read 11:39 pm. It was late, everyone else was probably at the campfire, chilling. I sighed, why had I rejected to go? I continued to scroll down the laptop. I rested my head against the headboard of the bed. I decided I might get some shut eye. I closed my eyes and closed the laptop.
*Clank*
I opened my eyes. What was that? I craned my head to look around the cabin. On the ground near the door was a knife. Was I scared? No, we have knifes all over camp! I got up to retrieve the knife when I saw a the door open. Not too wide, just a crack. I swear I closed it, I thought as I got off my bed. I picked up the knife, I opened the door wider hoping to see who the knife belonged to. There was nobody there. Only darkness. I streched my head out and saw the smoke and some light from the campfire. I wished, I had decided to go. It would have been so much fun. Me and Percy, together, fooling around and having fun. I sighed at the thought. I turned around about to return into the cabin when I heard a rustling noise from the bushes. I whipped my head around.
*Snap*
I heard a twig break.
"Who's there?" I asked, cautiously. Another ruffling from the leaves. I took a hesitant step towards the source of the noise.
"Percy? Is that you?" I called, hoping it were true. I walked closer.
"Percy, this isn't funny." I demanded. No response came but more rustling. I looked around but saw nobody to call to. I reached for my knife. But it wasn't there. I had left it in the cabin. I thought about turning back when I heard a throaty cough. My heart started racing. Someone was there! Maybe it's just a dryad or a niaid, I thought encouragingly. I was about to turn back when I saw something on the ground a few feet way from the bushes. A Puddle. That makes no sense, I thought, it hasn't rained in almost 3 weeks! I leaned in, staring at the puddle. Was I going crazy or was it getting bigger? I jerked my head back. I heard a soft noise, repeating itself. Someone was breathing, heavily. I grabbed a stick and curiously dipped it in the puddle. When I raised in to my face, I nearly choked. Not the smell, but from what it actually was. Blood. I threw the stick to the ground. I tried to make a run to the cabin, but I tripped. On what? In the dark, I could barely see, I squinted and then gasped. It was a hand! I shrieked. The hand didn't move. I grabbed my heart in fright. I hesistantly, kicked the hand. No response. I choked down anothe scream. I pulled the hand towards me. I had to know what it was! I grabbed it. I pulled with all my might, until finally I had pulled out an arm, then chest, then face! I shrieked, at the topof my lungs when I saw the face! I pushed the bushes away. Whoever had been there was gone. I saw bloody footprints leading toward the forest. I cried. Why? I don't know. Probably from the sadness or the fright. I ran out of the bushes, and full speed, as fast as my legs could carry me, to the campfire. Hoping to alert everyone before somehing worse could happen. I didn't dare look back, afraid of what I might see.