Nina Somehow, I managed to fall asleep for a couple of hours that night. Those few hours of sleep were fraught with nightmares, but at least I slept. When I woke up the next morning, I knew what I needed to do. I couldn’t mention any of this to Enzo or Luke, because I knew that I wouldn’t get a tr
The bell on the shop door jingled when I entered. It was dark inside, and while my eyes adjusted from the bright sun, I heard the gruff voice of an older woman who sounded like she’d been smoking cigarettes for fifty years call out to me. “Mornin’, hun,” she said. My eyes adjusted so I could final
Enzo I had only just woken up after a mostly sleepless night of wishing I could just explain everything to Nina without either scaring her or pushing her away, when I heard banging on my front door. Groaning, I dragged myself out of bed and opened the door to a surprise: Luke. “She’s up to somethi
I quickly finished packing up my camping supplies, formulating a plan as I did so. I couldn’t just randomly show up in the woods and drag Nina home; for starters, I didn’t want to get shot, and secondly, I couldn’t have her friends getting suspicious. I had to figure out a way to make it seem like i
Nina Jessica, Lori and I had begun setting up camp not far from where the businessman had been murdered when I heard twigs and leaves crunching in the forest. Someone was coming. “Oh my god,” Jessica complained as she fiddled with her tent poles, “this is impossible! Lori, I need help!” “Guys,”
Nina Everyone went silent when Jessica suggested that we play Spin the Bottle. “C’mon, guys!” she said, her pretty face flushed from the beer. “It’s just a game.” “I’m down,” Matt chimed in. Lori shrugged, which was usually a sign of consent. James, Enzo and I, however, all stayed silent. “James
“Ooh, you could cut the tension with a knife it’s so thick,” Matt said. “Shut up!” Jessica growled, smacking him on the back of the head. Enzo stood and walked around the fire, stopping in front of me. I looked up at him, my heart racing a mile a minute, half of me hoping that he would just walk a
Nina “James… Run.” “What?” he said. “I’m not gonna leave you out here.” I cocked my shotgun as the yellow eyes continued to stare at me from the darkness, accompanied by the sound of a deep, horrifying growl. “You have to run, James,” I said, raising the barrel of the gun to point it at the crea