I woke up terrified, it was all in my head just a bad dream.

I breathed a sigh of relief, tried to get up when the pain tore through my leg. It was electric! It was not a dream, it was real afterall, a wave of panic washed through me.

My first thought; what was my mother going to think? How long was she going to mourn me? Was she even going to mourn me? I pushed those thoughts aside. I had to get out of here, I tried again but it seemed the more I struggled the more trapped I got.

It all started this morning as a dare between my friends and I to go on a trail famed to be haunted by carnivores and spirits alike. We were determined to go on some sort of adventure for spring break so we snuck out of school before first period in hopes to make it back by lunch.

Wait where was my boyfriend? My friends? Were they dead? I couldn't remember.

Footsteps jolted me out of my thoughts, someone was coming. Was it death or salvation? I hope they find my body if this is how I die.