Chapter 1

The car. I remember it vaguely. The smell of leaking gas, the panic rising in my voice. But with no one to hear. Groggily, I sit up in the seat. Time seems to fly by me, everything had been distorted in my mind. The darkness, creeps up on me. Sunrise is far away. The night is coming. The forest is staring at me with its huge accusing eye. It unsettles me. What shall I do?

Reaching for the door handle, I quickly realize the door was unlocked. The scratches on the door, and the many hammers strewn about explain it all. My eyes search for any source of light, but they find none. Pitch black. The house leans forward, as if to swallow me up into the cruelty of the world. Now is not the time to make metaphors. Now, is the time, to find a light. Leaves crunch under my filthy boots, wind disrupts my already tousled hair. But how can I reach for a light, when the darkness envelops me with every loud echoing sound of my boots? Finding an area almost like a kitchen, I begin to rummage through drawers. Chairs lay overturned in the room, newspapers flying everywhere. But then I find it. A single flashlight. With batteries, to boot. There must truly be a god. Stuffing the extra batteries into my crumpled jeans, my heart begins to race. It's almost as if a drum is sounding, taking me into a trance, willing my feet to move. My body slowly progresses toward the door, and I see a note, on the door. The feeling of watching, waiting, suppresses me. My hope, and faith, gone in one flash of helplessness. Slowly reaching for it, I notice the pencil marks on the dirty scrap of parchment. This is not some floral, spiraling script of a joking human. This is the harsh etching of a killer. Drawn as if one had been burned alive while writing this strange note. Picking the note gently off the wall, fear suddenly strikes her heart. The feeling of cold fingers going up her throat and out of her mouth paralyses her. A sweet lullaby rings through her head, spreading through every part of her deepest self like wildfire. The static floods her senses, seizes the chance to steal her away from reality. She was moving, wholeheartedly towards the center of it all. If seeing was believing, than this nightmare was truly never going to end.


I do not own anything but the plot! Huuuge thanks to Gerpina for writing this fanfic / story with me!