Josh lay in his green sleeping bag, shaking violently due to the freezing air. He tried to open his eyes but he was too scared. 'What if when I open my eyes the witch is shoved right up to my face? What if I find Heather and Mike dead?' He thought worriedly. But he did. He managed to open his heavy lids to see a normal tent, filled with two normal and asleep people. But it was too normal. It was quiet. Silent. When he had gone to sleep, the wind was blowing; the rain was hitting the tent like water hits a glass window. The trees were swishing. But there was nothing now.
He slowly forced himself to sit up and wrapped the sleeping bag over his hard shoulders in an attempt to stay warm.
'CRUNCH'
Josh's eyes darted to where the noise came from. It was like twigs or leaves being crushed from the weight of a living creature.
'CRUNCH'
Josh leapt up onto his knees and opened his watering eyes widely. He waited for minutes but the noise didn't return. He sighed and glanced at Heather. Her eyes were open. Wide open. Too open. He opened his mouth to scream, nothing came out. He was choking. It jumped forward and screamed in his face, it's eyes pressed to his. He was in so much frustration as he tried to yell. But his mouth was covered in something tight, he couldn't speak. He jumped up and ran out of the tent into the dark forest.
He couldn't hear the witch. So he turned around. The witch's face sped forward and pressed to his face again. It was hovering along the ground.
'NO!!' he screamed.
Not thinking, he ran into a house, which by chance was right in his path. Up the stairs he ran and into a room. He stopped at the wall and panted. The witch wasn't there. He breathed in deeply.
'CREEAAAAAK'
'THUMP'
'THUMP'
'THUMP'
'THUMP'
'THUMP'
She was coming.
Finally it came into view. It had such a huge grin. Veins climbed up her pale furry face and stopped at her throbbing temple. Her eyes were huge and bloodshot, thirsty for torture.
She stopped and stared at Josh but in a matter of seconds she had him on the floor, bleeding all over, skin less. He tried to stand up to show power against the witch but as he clambered the walls with his bloody hands, leaving prints, the witch would strike him down again.
He cowered into a corner and was pressed up to the wall. He lay against the corner and just stood there. The witch approached him. She ripped off his shirt and plunged her hand through him into his body and ripped out his heart. He screamed in agony and sobbed for death before more torture. She wrapped the heart in his shirt and bound it with sticks. This, she sent through the window, and it soared to the entrance of Josh's friends' tent.
He stood there. Slowly and painfully his life was pulled out of him.