My old truck rumbles into the driveway of my small house. I keep the key in the ignition so the headlights wash over the tall trees around my house. You see, I live in the forest, far away from civilization. In fact, it takes my almost two hours to drive to the nearest gas station. I'm not a people-person. I like to be by myself and my sketchbooks. Yeah, I guess it's pretty stupid, a girl no older that twenty living out in a cabin in the woods by herself far from civilization.

I stare out my dirty windshield; the woods seem really peaceful tonight. I lick my cracked lips and grab my purse from the passenger seat. I scatter through the mess inside and finally pull out my small handgun. I set it on the dashboard and sigh, pressing my back further against the leather seat. I'm what you can call paranoid. I have around ten guns stored in my house. Hey, a girl's gotta be prepared. I rub my chilled hands and shut off the truck's engine. I then slip my gun into my jacket pocket, grab my purse, and clutch tightly onto my keys.

I hike up the walkway to the stairs of my house. With every step I take on the creaky stairs, I can't help but feel as if they're going to collapse under my weight. I'm not fat or anything, in fact I'm actually pretty petit. I was bullied a lot when I was little on account of being so small.

I finally reach my door and push the keys into the slot. I turn them and enter my house. I don't have much in the house, actually. All there is are furniture and paintings. I have a couch, a T.V., a laptop, an easel, a small coffee table, a fridge, a hot plate, and a small mattress that lies on the floor. I flop down onto my couch and toss my purse on the coffee table. I pull out my gun and lay it gently down on the couch. My house has only three rooms, the bathroom, my bedroom, and the living room which is attached to the kitchen.

I lie down on the couch, pressing my face against the soft cushions. Today has not been the best of days. I was almost fired from my job. I work as a photographer in a Wal-Mart. My boss said that the pictures I had recently been taking were completely sloppy and that if I didn't shape up he would fire my no good, sorry ass. I had apologized and swore I would work harder, but after I left his office and closed his door I gave him both of my middle fingers.

I look up at my television and sigh. I'm not in the mood for Animal Planet. So I stretch out my limbs and head over to my room, where my laptop is locate. I pull it out from its case and walk back into the living room, I then plop down on the couch and open it up. I open to YouTube and cock an eyebrow. Was I on this earlier? The page shows a channel that I never heard of before, MarbleHornets.

I click on the video titled Entry #1. I lean back on the couch while the video plays. I become confused as to what I am seeing, so I continue to watch the videos until I finally come to a conclusion that these two men are actually brilliant film makers. I watch until I get to the 38th episode. The battery on my computer dies and I jump when the laptop gives off some music signaling it's shutting down.

I close the screen and set the computer off to the side. A pained look stains itself upon my face. 'What a strange series…'

I get up and walk to the bathroom, my arms swinging by my sides. I turn on the shower and strip down to my skin. I then step into the tub and begin to wash myself off.

After my shower I go into my room and slip into some pajamas. I sit down in my bed and sigh a little. 'After watching all of those videos, I don't think I'll be able to fall asleep.'

I crack my knuckles and lie down, staring up at the ceiling. A sudden knock at the front door startles me and I give a cry of surprise. I rush into the kitchen and grab my gun. No one, and I mean no one, ever comes to my house. I press my back firmly to the wall next to the door and peek out the peephole. Outside is a tall man who looks to be in a lot of pain. I wince and take a deep breath. I then unlock the door and swing it open, training my gun on the man.

AN: AUGH! Please don't hit me! {curls into a ball}
My brother gave me puppy dog eyes. He wanted me to make a story for MarbleHornets. I really can't say no to him. He'll find a way to make me do it. I WILL NOT PUT ANY SMUT IN THIS STORY! I'm sorry but I really don't want to add any Lemons or Limes into this. I might make the protagonist begin to have a crush on Jay, or something. Well, she still doesn't have a name so I'm open to suggestions! ^.^

I DON'T OWN MARBLEHORNETS!