I'm a 22 year old aspiring writer. I love horror stories (and writing them) so.... Yeah.
"Where am I?" I think. I get up. I'm in a small, dark room. My hands and feet are bound in rope. "I'm a prisoner, aren't I?" The door opens. A man and a woman walk in.
I walk through the forest, trying to find my house, when I stumble upon small lake. The water is clear, with large lily pads floating about. I lean in to smell a flower, and fall into the lake.
It's morning but I'm still scared as hell. I didn't get a wink of sleep last night, but it's saturday so I don't have to go to school. "Do I really have to go inside?" I think to myself. Yes.
Det. Jim Brown stands in the police station, talking to Captain Mallory. "We need you on this case.
I sit at my desk, doing homework. Searching on my computer. I can't wait to go to sleep, but that might be tommorrow. Or the next day. I think it's around midnight. I have no idea, really.