Waking up, I look around from my seated position and see nothing but empty darkness. Darkness so black that it feels like an empty void in space. Or so I thought. I look down at my hands, and to my surprise, I can see them. But upon seeing them, fear begins to crawl through my body. Blood, think and crimson, covers every inch of my hands, but I don’t know why. I don’t think it’s mine since I feel no pain anywhere on my body, but if it’s not mine, then who does it belong to? I look around, but still I can see nothing through the tangible darkness. Listening carefully, hoping to gain any perspective on what was happening, I hear nothing but an eerie silence. It’s as if the forest holds a secret that must be kept, but for some reason, I feel that I am the secret. I just can’t remember why I would be. …show more content…
I eventually stand, but fall once again after feeling something grab my ankle. Hesitant to turn around, I fear what I may see. Taking a deep breath, I slowly turn towards what grabbed my ankle and see a figure lying on the ground. I was almost certain it was a person, but I couldn’t see its face. Not that it wasn’t there, but the shadows fell so heavily over it that I couldn’t make out who it was. The terrifying figure began crawling towards me, reaching forward with its blood stained hands. Blood! There must be a connection between me and this person, whoever it was. Does the blood belong to this person? Did I hurt him or