'Air…I need air,' Merrys brain told him, 'no, no, it's too hard, but I need it so bad.' Coughing and spluttering he sat up, regurgitating what seemed like endless amounts of the cool liquid. His wet, icy cold clothes clung to his body. "What the…" he blinked, looking around himself to try get his bearings. It was a part of the woods much different to that he had been in. It was darker, spooky almost. Big, black trees loomed over him, outstretching their branches as if to catch him. The stars weren't visible, nor the moon. The last thing he could remember was walking near the river, 'oh! I must of slipped, maybe I knocked my head, because it seems I can't remember much else,' he realised, "and now it seems I'm lost."
"Not entirely."
Merry jumped to his feet, joints aching, "who said that?" he demanded.
"I did," the voice said.
"Where are you?"
"Right here," the voice teased.
"I can't see you!" yelled Merry, "show yourself!"
"Oh alright," it sounded defeated, "I'm only having fun, I don't get many visitors you see."
"I still can't see you," he looked around himself, there was no sign of life, "come on!!" he yelled at nothing.
'No need to shout, I'm right here," said the voice, it came from behind him, he spun around looking wildly from side to side.
"THIS ISN'T FUNNY!" he yelled.
"I think it is, I'm having fun," the voice gurgled in his ear, it almost sounded nasty.
"Please who are you?' Merry was exhausted, "I just need yo get back to the others…"
"Not a chance," then everything went black…