I stand alone, in the middle of dark and moist woods where he brought me. Blindfolded, and gripping a tree as to not fall over. I hear rustling leaves all around me and I try to hone in on one. My heart stops as I hear one crinkles coming straight for me. I feel cold, damp, boney hands caress my face and remove the blindfold. In front of me I see i picnic blanket surrounded by trees and mist, I lo...