I sat on the floor of the woods, resting against a tree, watching the stars. It was freezing cold, but I didn’t care. As long as I was away from my family, I was okay. A few hours ago, a police search was on me, searching the woods and everything. I hid from them up in a tree, looking down at them as they searched for me.
It was scary being out here all alone, it really was. I felt more alone than I ever had in my whole life. I nearly killed my little sister. She looked at me and thought she was running for her life when she ran down that hallway. Once you see that in your lifetime... you never forget it. My own sister abandoned me. My own family.
Bugs chirped all throughout the woods, speaking with each other, jumping around. It was annoying, but peaceful at the same time. It started to relax me, making my eyes drowsy and droop down heavily. Before I knew it, I was asleep.
Then, I smelt something burning. Again.
I jolted up and saw where I was. I was in the middle of the burnt field again.
I started to freak out, not wanting to know what I would see. Every other vision I had was terrifying. Who knows what I could see now?
I looked around, trying to see in the thick smoke. Further out, I could see a figure crawling this way. A low moan came from that direction. A moan of pain.
I stopped breathing, trying to be silent as possible as the figure appeared, crawling out into view. It was the hooded man from the vision before.