I was with my friends, chattering and buzzing about all the rumors that were travelling around the school during our lunch period. A lot of our peers claimed that they felt they were being followed every day after they were done work in the dark hours, we didn’t believe it though, we just assumed people were being melodramatic to get attention from those around them. Why would anyone want to stalk teenagers in such a small suburb of Chicago?
Bridgette and I walked slowly to my house after the last bell. The cool autumn breeze brushed through our hair as the crunchy leaves danced around our feet. The trees that were slowly dying gave a grim feeling to the journey home. When we arrived to my house, we placed our bags in my room. I watched Bridgette walk to my bathroom; my eyes matched the scream of my name to a place. I raced to the bathroom to find a note written in red lipstick on my mirror. “Why don’t you believe it?” I read the lipstick. “Is this some sort of sick joke Bridge?”
“Um, no! Why would I write on your mirror? It was there when I walked in, Brit!” Bridgette had a troubled look on her face. I shook it off and told myself it was all her as I cleaned it off.
Later that night the power went down. I have never seen my house so dark, nor have I heard so quiet. There was not a sound from anywhere. It was eerie and haunting, nothing felt real. Bridgette and I stayed in my room trying to ignore the fact that everything was turning into a show of irony. We retrieved flashlight from my closet so we could get some sort of light in the house.
“Is it even storming outside?” my lips trembled as I asked Bridgette.
“I don’t think so, it’s too quiet outside” Bridgette replied.
“Whatever, let’s just sleep, the power will be back tomorrow.” I remember drifting off into a long slumber, nothing could wake me up, it was too deep.
After what felt like forever, I woke up. My bed felt hard and lumpy, it wasn’t right. I lifted my limp body and looked around; I was no longer in my bedroom. I was in the depths of a forest, the stars sparkled through the tree tops. My heart was pounding; feet were thudding on the ground and with every step the found of snapping twigs followed. My palms moistened with nervous sweat. I needed to get out fast. The stars were too dull to guide me just as my legs were too tired to carry me safety and my brain was too confused to figure out where I even was. I was not familiar with the area. Everything was so foreign to me. I wasn’t even sure how I ended up here. I turned around to escape, little did I know, that was the last thing I would ever do.