Prologue: Text Message

Pant, pant…

“What am I running from?”

It seemed that what was chasing him was only visible as a black shadow, of what? A dog, no something bigger... Something that made Adam cower in fear, something that made him run for his life.

He finally stopped running and was now somewhere in the woods, a part that was unexplored. Adam could hardly make out what was in front of him as the only source of light, the moon, was covered off by the thick canopy of the trees. He realized that the woods were somewhat different, somewhat creepier. The air was still and not even the rustling of leaves could be heard, taking a glance behind him from time to time, Adam made sure that no one or no “thing” was following him.

Then, many thoughts simultaneously filled Adam’s mind, “What was that shadow? Why did it come for me? How did I get to this place?”

One last thing that he remembered was daring his best friend, Zyle to retrieve the soccer ball they left in the woods earlier that afternoon. Zyle’s house was built in front of the woods, and it could have been said that his dad bought part of the land together with the woods, making part of the woods theirs too.

But Zyle didn’t come back within the time limit, nor did he take his cell with him. The room started to feel chilly, and strangely, Adam received a text message from Zyle, coming in one word, “Help.”