Disappeared...
On one dark summer night, a woman named Beatrice Sumner disappears into the woods and doesn't come back out..."
—Find Out What Happened
Cursed Groundbut there was always something willing to destroy perfection. There was always that unknown element just waiting to hinder a good thing. A chill crept up her spine. She shivered. Something wasn’t right. There’s something wrong. There’s something wrong with this place… A loud growl ambushed her thoughts. She gasped. The beast had caught up with her. Time had run out. It was behind her. She breathed a long ragged breath. Though she trembled she didn’t dare move… didn’t dare look. She couldn’t. Didn’t want to know if the evil she’d seen was as abominable as she remembered. So she stood, staring ahead, listening to the silent countdown. Waiting… wondering what moment would be hers. A stream of hot liquid trailed down her leg, creating a puddle at her feet. The scent of urine lingered for a moment, and then suddenly it was gone. And like that, without warning, a large force pulled her under and the last thing she heard was the sound of her own screams.
Groggy eyes opened. Disoriented, it took her a moment to remember. Then it all came flooding back. She shot up, looking around the room, searching for the abomination that would give her nightmares for the rest of her life. But like a child with imaginings too authentic to decipher between fact and fiction, she wondered if it’d all been a fabrication of her own mind now that only the ghost of it lingered behind.
The room was lulling. She noted several candles situated on the bedside table and felt safer than she’d felt in a long time. Shadows cloaked the room in what would normally be considered frightening distortions of darkness, but strangely enough she was appeased by them rather than terrified by what they might conceal. The room was fairly empty from what she could tell. She noted a large black dresser along the wall, the small nightstand that supported the candles and the bed she lay in as its furnishings, and, although she couldn’t see it she got the distinct impression that a closet lay hidden in the night somewhere along the far left corner ahead. |