Sorry it's so short. The next chapter will probably come tonight as well.
"Was that the Boogieman?"
"As a matter of fact, I do believe it was."
Laurie was sitting at the bonfire, her elbows on her knees, chin resting on her knuckles as she stared into the flames. The fire was calm, the flames low and the forest around the group eerily calm. She thought of her adoptive parents, and the guilt she felt for their deaths. She thought over the many faces that died just because they had something to do with her life – or they were trying to just protect her from Michael.
She thought about Tommy Doyal. He probably thought the "boogieman" took her. She had been gone for at least a week now. It was getting hard to keep track of time, though – there was no day time to indicate the passage of time. It was always night here.
She sighed to herself as she thought back on when she was naive, when life was as normal as it could be, baby sitting Tommy. It wasn't the most luxurious or most exciting thing to do, but Tommy was almost like family to her. She remembered how Tommy would always ask her about the Boogieman, chuckling to herself as she remembered back:
"But I saw the Boogieman! I saw him!" Tommy shouted to Laurie, who grinned in amusement, playing along.
"Okay," She chuckled, "What did he look like?"
"Ummm..." Tommy fumbled with his words, but then shouted, "The Boogieman!"
Laurie couldn't help but laugh, and reassured the him that the Booogieman was just a story to scare him.
She was missing those days now as if they had been gone for years. She knew they wouldn't happen again – and this caused her to frown to herself. She wouldn't get out of here she was afraid; but she couldn't let herself lose hope just yet. She hadn't found herself on one of those wretched hooks yet.
She had the misfortune of being pitted against the Trapper the past few trials. She had learned quite a lot being against this monstrous beast of a man – most of all, she learned to keep her eyes glued to the ground and to tread carefully in the long grass. She felt the bone grinding snap of a trap once already. She was lucky to be able to free herself before the behemoth came around.
"Something feels off about this night..." Dwight said nervously, looking around in a slight bout of paranoia.
"Something always feels off to you, Dwight." Meg said, Claudette was keeping to herself and opting out of the conversation, at least for now.
"No, I think he's right," Laurie added, looking towards Meg. "Something does feel off, more so than it usually does." She wasn't sure how to quite describe the feeling. It just felt like...the forest was plotting something against them. Like the Entity had a trick up its sleeve.
Meg shrugged and silence fell over the group again. The area began to darken slowly, and the fire lowered down to a quiet smolder.
"Here comes the fog guys." Meg said, doing some stretches to prep herself.
Once again, the fog rolled over the group and soon enough, Laurie's vision faded to black.