Hey, guys. Chapter two is here. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 2:

*Quinn's Pov*

*Time skip 3 days*

I lay awake in bed in darkness; the only light was streaming through the curtains that hung over my window. I was thinking about the house, the house. The one that Aida, Sophie and I came across on our. misguided adventure into the woods. I rolled over and looked at the clock that sat on my side table. 5:00 am, it read. Because it's winter here in Maine, the early mornings are always black, but I don't care. I sigh, sit up, and turn on the chain of hanging lights that hang on the white headboard of the bed. I shrug over and rest my head in the palms of my hands. Why can't I get that hout out of my thoughts?

Making up my mind about what to do, I walk to my closet pick an outfit to wear back to tye woods. I know, I thought to myself. But I need to go back. I have to go back. So, I pick out a simple outfit; Black leggings, a warm, grey, cable knit sweater, and brown uggs. I grab my keys, phone, and black jacket at start to walk towards the door. I stop, remembering that Sophie was coming over in about three hours. I decided to write a note, just in case. I won't be long, I thought. I grab a sticky note and a pen from the desk in the living room and start to write.

5:00 AM:

Hey Soph, I went out somewhere for a bit. Be back soon, but probably before you get here. Love you. –Quinn.

"Okay," I said to my self out loud. I walked out the door and stuck it to the front door.

Leaves crunch under the tires of my car as I pull up next to the woods. Shutting off the car, I slide my phone into the pocket of my coat, get out of the car, and start to walk in the direction that we did a few days ago. It's getting cold, colder than it already is, but I keep pushing forward; dead leaves fall from the treetops and into my hair. Extremely dim light seeps through slits in the trees, scattering light on the leave covered ground.

I take out my phone and turn on the flashlight to help me see. After a while, I was starting to get jumpy. Flinching whenever I snap a twig under my feet or when bushes nearby rustle. Just when I thought I was about to turn around and give up on this "adventure" I decided on a whim, I come to a familiar clearing and a familiar iron gate fifty feet away. My breathing quickened and I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. Putting my phone away, I walked up to the iron gate and pulled. Locked. I stepped back with my hands on my hips, scanning the stone wall that was on each side of the gate and surrounded the rest of the mansion. Luckily, I found a stone brick that stuck out enough for me to pull myself up and on top of the wall. Hooking my hands on the stone I pull myself up enough to let one hand grab on to the top of the wall. After what seemed like minutes I finally pulled myself up and over the wall, barely landing on my feet in a pile of brown leaves.

The yard was big and skimmed over with dead leaves, giving it an uneasy feeling. In the corner there was a black rose bush. Curiously, I walked over to the bush, and lightly touched one of the roses. I was highly intrigued, and as if my hand had a mind of its own, it quickly reached around the stem of the rose—which was almost completely covered with thornes— and closed. Surprised, I yelped out in pain. That was the wrong thing to do. Leaves started to swirl in the air in clouds of black. Freaking out, I pull out my phone, turn on the flashlight, and start to run. I was running fast, fast enough to jump halfway up the stone wall and hold on, causing my phone to get thrown over the wall. The swirl of black started to pull me away from the wall and I screamed out, terrified, thinking that I was going to die. My grip on the wall slipped and I fell to the ground, hitting my head hard on the hard dirt and grass ground.

"Trespassing is is a dirty habit to pick up." It was the same voice from just days before; the voice slipped away as quickly as my consciousness did. And then, black.

That's it for chapter 2. And keep her phone in mind. It comes back later. Buh-bye guys ;-D.