Day 147, the time, irrelevant. I have been here day after day waiting for the same person to arrive. How is it possible to have been sitting here for this long with still no sign of Mariah. But these two are new. It’s been 16 days since anyone has come to this cross way. I wonder if they knew this was here to begin with. I wonder if they know each other is on the other side. Why is it that only a select few of us can see the truth of this spot. No one ever completely crosses over the bridge, they always seem to stop just before mid stream. I always knew I was different growing up, but to be able to see things that others cannot never fails to amaze me. This job has become daunting and depressing. People coming here never realizing they are at the brink of a different timeline broken off. My crew and have posthumously named this lake “the crossover” because if either one of these people were to continue walking completely across the bridge, they would soon enter another reality. I work for Enigma, a military branch of the time space continuum. A classified branch, similar to the O branch that deals with aliens, which are real by the way. I’m not sure if I’m from Earth or another Earth from a different dimension, all I know is where I come from there are many different skill sets people have, mine is the crossover. Only a select few of us have it, and we are all recruited at an extremely young age. I suppose you could say we are the military’s secret weapon. I’m able to visit the past, present and future, and because of this, we always have the upper hand. But even with this short explanation, there is still no way to fully understand how any of this is the slight bit possible. It’s just one of those things you grow to accept. But some days, I don’t want to accept it. I just want to be like them. Oblivious to all the things around me and enjoy the scenery. To just have one day of not skipping around dimensions, lost to who I am or who I could be. Just one day. I wonder if they would find me if I left for just a moment. Would it even be worth it? Would they kill me? My life has to hold some sense of value. Why am I to wait for Mariah? Are they even real? Day after day of waiting here I’ve begun to have more questions than answers. Mariah, Mariah, Mariah. How many times must I say your name before you appear. Please, show me who you are.

I wasn’t prepared for this moment. All the years I’ve been on this earth and I never once felt this magnetism. Even as an earth sign, drawn to the every fibers of the soil, I’ve never been pulled in, a fish on a reel, to something so…. Bewitching. you made me tremble from the inside out. As if I’m the san andreas fault and “the big one” has finally hit. Every piece of my being is crumbling into a trillion tiny pieces only to be melded back together by those beautiful umber eyes. I cant even tell if I’m breathing. Am i breathing? Is it possible for someone to actually have their breath taken away? Snatched from them without a moments notice. My anxiety is taking over now that my brain believes I’m truly not breathing. My palms are sweating, finger tips tingling, I can’t even swallow, yet the thought of taking my eyes off you makes everything feel worse. I must be dead, there’s no question anymore. But could I be your sleeping beauty? If im dead will you breath life back into me? Do I dare risk approaching you for fear of not knowing whether or not you’ll be my forever.

The radio plays in the background, going in and out of static interruption. The storm seems to be getting stronger. Natasha has been driving all night. It might be a good time to pull off somewhere, but where, she thinks. Taking the scenic route doesn’t always have its advantages. This time being one of them. And to think she would’ve already made it to her destination if she would’ve just flown like she originally planned. But Natasha has never been one for airplanes. A large strike of lightening flashes before her eyes, followed by a loud boom. The car shakes and Natasha swerves nervously. Nearly going over the ledge, deep into the woods, her car screeches to a halt. Just in front of her there is an sign that reads: lodging 5 miles. Natasha is breathing heavy, not sure what to make of what just happened. It seemed as if the lightening was just inches away. She takes a deep breath and puts her head back against the seats head rest. “This is crazy,” she says under her breath. The rain begins to pour aggressively, making it hard to see. Natasha turns her windshield wipers on high and sees a figure in the distance. Is someone really standing out here in this storm, she wonders. Natasha turns her high beams on to see if she’s just seeing things or if there’s an actual person standing on the side of the road. The person walks towards Natasha’s car. Natasha is nervous, but curious. The person walks up to her window, tapping it lightly. Natasha rolls down the window just a crack. “Are you ok,” Natasha says through the cracked window. “I am now. Do you think you can give me a ride to the nearest motel?” A sultry voice comes from the stranger, definitely not something Natasha was expecting. Natasha looks down the road, nothing. There’s no way for her to know how far the nearest motel is, especially since her phone died 20 minutes ago. She knew the rule that was ingrained in every child, don’t talk to strangers. And she was Pretty sure don’t pick up strangers was on the list too. But Natasha was known for being a sucker when it came to helping people, even when they didn’t deserve it. Natasha sighs, “sure, get in.” She watches the stranger walk across the front of the car, the headlights beaming on her and Natasha still could not make out what the stranger looked like. The door opens. It’s too late now, Natasha thinks, if I’m meant to die than this is it. “Thank you so much,” the stranger says while removing the hood from her head, “I was starting to think i was going to die alone out there.” Natasha glances at her as she speaks, slightly mesmerized by the stranger. How is this a hitchhiker and what on earth was she doing out in the middle of nowhere, alone and in this storm. “My car broke down a little while back, thought I could probably make it to the nearest town if I walked but I guess I was a little over zealous,” the stranger says with a chuckle. “I’m Eva, by the way.” “Natasha.” Natasha is still not sure what to make of this stranger, but she puts the car in drive and takes off. “Do you mind if I turn the radio on?” “I’m not sure there’s much of a signal.” “Oh, no problem. So, where are you from?” How is it possible that this hitchhiker is so upbeat right. She just said that she thought she was going to die out here. “I’m from up North,” Natasha murmurs. “Oh, cool,” the stranger says as she starts to dig through her backpack. Natasha peeks over to see what she’s digging for, nervous that she’s about to pull out a knife and slit her throat. After all, who would ever know. “I was supposed to meet someone, an old friend, but they never showed,” Eva says as she pulls out a joint and lighter from her bag. “Do you mind?” Natasha looks over, not the slightest surprised, “no, go ahead.” This has to be one of the longest roads between towns, how is that even possible? “So what happened to your friend,” Natasha says as she looks down at her dead phone. “I don’t know, maybe she got cold feet. No bother, though, I’ll find her again, the stranger says and she takes a long puff from her joint. “Want some?” “Oh, I probably shouldn’t,” Natasha says while pointing to the steering wheel. Another loud boom and a strike of lightening crashes before them. The car trembles and just as Natasha is about to swerve Eva puts her hand on Natasha’s to steady the car. Natasha looks at Eva in shock. “Sorry, looked like you could use a hand.” “Thanks,” Natasha says while glancing in Eva’s eyes. Her eyes look very familiar to Natasha. “Do I know you from somewhere?” “I’m not sure, do you?” the stranger says in an eerie manner. Just then, a bright light is flickering in the distance. It looks like an old motel sign. Saved, Natasha thinks. The car pulls up into what looks to be an abandoned motel parking lot. The lights flicker in the front of the building, with the letter “L” completely missing from the sign above. Natasha and Eva both step out of the car and head to the front office. Once inside the office, there is nobody there. The coffee machine is covered in dust and the bell to ring for assistance has cobwebs covering it. Eva peeks into the back office while Natasha attempts to ring the bell. It sounds a little dull, so she blows off some of the dust and wipes the cobwebs and attempts to use it again. While doing that, Eva disappears into the back office. “Hey,” Natasha whispers, “hey, I don’t think you should go back there.” Natasha, scared, follows Eva into the dark room. The thunder starts booming loudly as Natasha tries to feel her way around the dark room. “Natasha?” Natasha hears her name being called. Soon the sound of her phone ringing engulfs the room. Natasha heads towards the light, heading back out of dark room, back into the lobby. Smoke has started to fill the lobby. Eva stands at the door, “Natasha, your phone, I thought you said it was dead?” “It is,” Natasha responds confused. She reaches in her back pocket and pulls out her phone. It’s ringing and the name reads: Eva. Natasha looks at Eva and turns the phone towards her, “how,” she says with a tremble in her voice. The smoke starts to completely fill the room. Once the smoke clears the phone is still ringing but it’s now placed on the floor, entangled in shrubbery on the forest floor. Natasha’s hand is stretched out as if she was once holding it. Her body lays half outside of the driver window and her car is upside down. Smoke is filling the inside of the car as the rain pours down aggressively. A sign has gone through the windshield that reads: lodging 5 miles. Natasha lays there with her eyes closed as her phone continues to ring reading: Eva.

Every night just before bed Bradley would walk past the master bedroom where he used to sleep with his wife, Amelia. They had always had problems but he never thought it would lead to this. He took her disappearing especially hard, considering she was pregnant and their relationship was getting significantly better. For the past 4 months he was sleeping in the guest bedroom. But he had often wondered if maybe it was time to push forward and move on. The police said after 3 days it would seem unlikely that she would be coming back since there was no indication of her being kidnapped. But she couldn’t have just run away because even her family hasn’t heard from her. How does someone just disappear without a trace? He opens his phone and looks at the last picture he took of Amelia. It’s her with a big smile as she’s about to walk out the door for a morning jog. Her hair in a ponytail, bright pink leggings, a white tank top and pink Nike sneakers on, her baby bump visible. Bradley smiles at the picture and heads into the kitchen for a glass of water. He never liked to use ice because of the immense coldness of it when it would hit his teeth while he drank. But tonight he was in a mood for ice in his water. On his way to the guest room he stops in front of the master room. He stares at the door reminiscing of the moments he shared with his wife. He opened the door and a brush of air blew past him leaving a trace of her smell, a hint of vanilla coconut. He closes his eyes and takes in the smell of her. It was enough for him to step into the bedroom. Nothing has changed. The bed is unmade with pillows tossed on the floor. Her black dress coat and slim black dress with black heels lay on the floor next to her side of the bed. The night before she disappeared the two had gone to a black tie event for Amelia’s job. Bradley sits on her side of the bed and places his glass of water on the bedside table. He leans forward and picks up Amelia’s jacket and holds it close to his body, he brings it up to his nose and breathes in her scent while closing his eyes tightly. He lays down on the bed while keeping the jacket tightly pressed against his chest, slowly slipping into a deep sleep, the first he’s had since Amelia’s disappearance.

Bradley wakes up in a jolt. He looks at his brown leather golden trimmed wristwatch. “Shit!” Bradley says in a panic. He runs to the kitchen and grabs his car keys and quickly runs out the front door. Whilst driving down the street Bradley noticed everything and everyone is moving backwards. He slows down to a crawl and looks out his car window confused. Just as he’s about to ask what’s going on he abruptly stops the car. Amelia walks in front of the car, she’s also moving backwards. “Amelia,” Bradley says softly. “Amelia,” he shouts. Amelia keeps moving. Bradley presses on the gas and proceeds to follow her.

Amelia enters a house not too far from the one he lived in with her. It’s significantly larger with the outside painted in a charcoal black color with off white trimming. Bradley parks his car and goes up to the window to peak in. Just as Amelia walks in two kids are seen running backwards past her as if they are chasing each other. A car pulls up into the driveway, so Bradley ducks into the bushes. He can’t quite make out who is getting out of the car moving into the house backwards. Just as the man enters the house Amelia is there to kiss him. The man moves through into the living room where Bradley is looking through the window. “Huh,” Bradley gasps and pushes back from the window. It’s him, but how is this possible. Bradley is looking at a replica of himself. He doesn’t know what to make of this. He crouches down into the bushes and leans up against the house. He lightly bangs his head against the house and shoves his head in his hands. “What’s happening to me,” Bradley whispers as a tear rolls down his cheek. He quickly gets up and runs to his car. He fumbles getting the keys into the ignition and screams in the process. Once the car is started he screeches off in a hurry, leaving tire tracks in the road with smoke following. As Bradley is driving frantically through the neighborhood he hits someone. The person flys up onto the car then tumbles to the ground in front of the car. Bradley immediately stops the car and runs to check on the person. It looks like a woman, she’s wearing bright pink leggings and a white tank top covered in blood, and pink Nike sneakers. her leg has a bone protruding from her shin and her arm is dangling loose from the shoulder. Bradley rolls her over and can’t make out her face. There’s blood and scrapes covering her face making her unrecognizable. He also can’t help but to notice the baby bump the woman has. “Oh my God,” Bradley says in terror. An ambulance arrives. Bradley is so perturbed he no longer notices everything moving in an odd backwards fashion. He follows the ambulance to the hospital nearby.

Once at the hospital, Bradley rushes in and asks about the girl they just brought in. “Do you know her, sir?” The doctor asks. “No, I mean, I don’t think so... I can’t be sure,” Bradley grabs his head and a bead of sweat rolls down his temple. “Well, we’ll write her down as a Jane Doe, unless you’re able to provide us with more information?” “Huh, uh, no, no,” Bradley says with a blank look on his face. The doctor walks away backwards.

Back at Bradley and Amelia’s house Bradley places his keys on the counter top. He’s still a bit shaken up. He grabs a glass of water before heading up to bed. He places his glass of water on the bedside table and takes his clothes off to take a shower in the guest bedroom. Bradley, feeling refreshed after the hot shower, was ready to try and get some rest for the night and figure everything out in the morning.

“Bradley! Bradley wake up!!” Amelia’s voice is heard in the distance. “Bradley!” Amelia shouts. Bradley jolts up in a panic. He’s on his side of the bed in their bedroom. He looks around the room and noticed Amelia pacing back and forth in her bra and pink leggings looking through her drawers. “Have you seen my white tank top anywhere?” Bradley looks confused. He notices her outfit for the black tie event hanging above the door freshly pressed. The smell of vanilla coconut fills the air. A glass of water sits his bedside table. Bradley feels an enormous sense of deja vu. “Babe!” Amelia says irritated. “Huh, oh, I think I saw it in the bottom left drawer,” Bradley says. Amelia dresses and Bradley follows her downstairs to walk her out. Amelia and Bradley embrace in a kiss. He’s bends down to kiss her belly. “Wait! Let me take a picture of this moment.” Bradley snaps a photo of Amelia before she walks out the door.

Mylah steps out onto her balcony and stares out into the night sky. She loved the way the big blue star lit up the sky in the evenings. But it never took long for the Neon colors of the bustling city below to interrupt her peace. It was the only time of the day where she could enjoy a moment with herself, her thoughts, and all the twinkling stars she became so obsessed with. It was always beautiful that high up, but down below is where the nightmare layed. Mylah’s 1st birthday is today, which meant everything was about to change. Mylah put layers of clothes on and Inspected herself in the mirror one last time before grabbing her black leather duffel bag and heading out the door. She hopped in a silver elevator with no buttons on the inside. “Ground floor,” Mylah says with a serious tone as she places some sort of breathable device in her mouth. The elevator dings 3 times before sucking all the oxygen out of the space and quickly drops. Mylah immediately floats on the way to the bottom. Once at the bottom there are 11 other people waiting in front of a train like vehicle. The vehicle is a glistening sleek black color, the front has a pointed nose to cut through air, and it’s making absolutely no sound as it barley hovers off the ground. An opening appears in the center of the vehicle and All 11 of the people, including mylah, enter the craft. Once inside they all stand against the walls of the vehicle and slip there feet into a locking device that tightens around their feet. The lights inside of the vehicle go from white to red. Intercoms: “take off in 3, 2, 1.” The vehicle immediately takes off at the speed of light. The different colors of the neon city flash all through the inside of the vehicle. The group arrives in front of a large building. The architecture looks like ancient Egypt and it’s the only building nearby that doesn’t go up into the sky past the clouds. The group walks inside the building. The inside has giant shimmering statues that light up the pathway into the main room. The main room is enormous and is full of meticulously placed books, gadgets, and other items that are intriguing to the eye. The center of the rooms ceiling is a direct look into outer space, as if you could reach up and touch it. It’s like nothing they’ve ever seen before. Mylahs adventurous personality has sparked. “When do we go?” Mylah says with a giant smile on her face. The group laughs and The Great Grand steps forward. “You will each take a journey to this distant planet and it is up to you to keep it safe and help it thrive, for one day we shall all make the journey there,” the Great Grand says with a soft and sultry voice that’s mesmerizing to the ears. “And young Mylah, you will go first because of your nature, you will not be afraid but excited to explore and build anew.” Mylahs eyes are glowing with the image of The Great Grand glistening in her eyes, her dress is sky blue with a hood draped over her head, she has skin of no tone, and her eyes are pink, this is the only image we are able to see of her, through Mylahs eyes. The Great Grand points over to 12 pods full of pink, glittering liquid like substance similar to amniotic fluid. “Each of you must step in, and when the stars are aligned just for you, it’ll soon be your time. But now, it’s Mylahs time,” The Great Grand says with a soft motherly look towards Mylah. Is this why Mylah loved looking at the sky so much, was she always destined for this journey? “Step in and make the path for us all,” The Great Grand whispers. The pod opens up and just as Mylah is about to step in. “Mylah,” whispers The Great Grand, “you won’t need that bag where you’re going.” Mylah looks confused but places the bag on the floor and steps in. She sinks into the pink amniotic liquid and the pod closes, making a noise to indicate it is sealed tight. The fluid seeps into every orifice of Mylahs body, completely consuming her. Soon we see nothing but the beautiful glitter of the pink fluid. The pod shifts from a slanted position to an upright position, pointed at the ceiling portal that leads directly into outer space. The pod reads “Aries” in a beautiful golden lettering. The Great Grand gently placed her shimmering hand on the pod. Soon after, The pod shoots straight into the stars and as it moves closer to the planet it’s destined for, we see it’s a big blue planet, Earth in the distnace.

I just moved in with some old friends a few weeks ago and they are very responsible when it comes to locking up when they leave, especially since the two of them are out of town for a romantic getaway. So why would the door be wide open? Prior to moving in they did mention to me that an older gentlemen tends to wander into their yard, and every once in a while he finds a way in. Could that moment have finally arrived. I have to admit I thought they were joking when they told me all this. But if it is him in the house, how do I get him out? I was totally not listening when the told me which hospital he comes from. A I’m feeling a little nervous and uneasy. What if it isn’t him and it’s an actual dangerous intruder. Or what if today he just snaps and tries to hurt me? Why couldn’t he have come while my roommates were here so I could see how they typically handle it. Pulling up in the driveway and my palms are really starting to sweat now. My steering wheel is drenched. I think I’ll put 911 in my phone ready to dial just in case. Walking up to the door I can feel my heart racing, as if it’s about to jump through my chest. So far, everything in the front entryway is untouched. I can’t hear anything, maybe he’s already left. I go to the kitchen and grab a knife, just to be safe. With the knife in my right hand and my cellphone with 911 ready to dial in my left hand I start to feel a tiny bit calmer. After checking downstairs, I make my way upstairs to check the bedrooms. So far, so good. I check the guest room first, nothing. I move across the hall to check my room, everything is untouched with no one in sight. I slowly make my way down the hall to my roommates room and I start to hear a noise. It’s muffled but it definitely sounds like a person the closer I get. I’m a little taken aback as I get to the door because it’s sounds like soft moaning. I really hope I’m not about to walk in on my roommates enjoying private time. I slowly turn the doorknob and gently push open the door. It looks as if someone is under the covers and the moaning gets a little bit louder. I decide to just rip the covers off. “Ahhh,” “aaaahh!!” We both scream in fright. It is the old man and he has no pants or underwear on. I’m officially disgusted. I also feel a little bad for my roommates. They’re definitely going to have to wash their sheets. “Who are you,” the old man says to me in anger. I don’t even answer, I just immediately call 911 and explain the situation. The emergency operator tells me they know exactly who he is and that there’s a patrol car nearby that’s on the way. They inform me to just leave him in the room and wait for the emergency responders at the front door. They must’ve been close because they arrive in about 5 minutes. They greet me and ask where he is. I point them to upstairs. As the responders are walking him out the front door I stop one of them and ask who he is. “Greg, he’s actually pretty notorious around here.” “Oh, How so?” “In the 70s he used to break into young single women’s homes, steal their clothes, and do nasty things in their beds.” “Oh my God! But wait, why does he always come to this house?” “Well, since he has Alzheimer’s I suppose this must be the only house he remembers.” “But what would be the significance of this house.” “Well, I heard this was the house of his favorite girl. She was the only one he ever tied up and held hostage. In fact, I think she was the reason he was caught.” I am absolutely stunned. I feel frozen, my body is literally unable to move. Do my roommates know about this? This is something a house full of women should know. “Ma’am, are you gonna be ok?” The responder says to me. “I’m not sure, to be honest. But thank you for getting him.” The responders leave with Greg in tow. As I watch their car drive away I can’t help but to think I should call my roommates immediately. But I really would hate to mess up their trip. I guess I’ll just wait for now and wash their sheets for the time being. But this is definitely something we are going to have to have a house meeting about.

1964, Malden, Massachusetts, Malden high school. Peter walks into the schools hallways like he’s done many times before. He goes straight to his locker to put his books away and gather the items he needs for English literature. Josh bumps into Peter, pushing him to the locker. Peter collects himself in irritation while Josh and his group of friends laugh loudly and walk on. The bell rings and everyone in the hallways begin to scatter to their class. Peter stands at his locker for a moment, he is soon the only one in the hallway while still staring inside his open locker. While in his English lit class the Professor Cooke is discussing the Count of Monte Cristo and the themes of the book. Professor Cooke calls on Peter to hear his thoughts. “Revenge,” Peter muffles under his breath while looking down at his desk. “Very good, Peter,” Professor Cooke says in delight. “Loser,” josh says in what he thinks is a sly manner. Josh and his buddies start laughing while Veronica, the young lady sitting next to Peter, does not seem amused. “Don’t listen to them, they’re just mad that they’re idiots,” Veronica says. Peter looks up at her with a confused smirk. At the end of the school day Peter stands at his locker to gather his things. “Hey,” Veronica says in an upbeat manner. Peter turns around, once again confused, but with slight delight in his face. “We are having a small gathering tonight and I would love it if you came,”Veronica says. Peter doesn’t quite no how to answer. His phone rings, it reads “mom.” She must be outside waiting for him. “O...ok... sure,” Peter says with hesitancy. “Awesome! Here’s the address. 8 o’clock, ok!” Veronica turns and walks always almost with a sort of pep in her step. That night Peter is at dinner with his family, meatloaf and mashed potatoes, his favorite. “So, um, I got invited to a sort of party thing tonight.” Peters mom looks at Peter in amazement, as if Peter doesn’t typically offer up this type of information or any at all. After dinner Peter walks up to the front door to grab his coat and as he opens the door his mother walks up. “Be safe tonight, ok,” she has with a motherly smile on her face. “Always,” Peter says as he looks in his mother’s eyes. Peter pulls up to the house where the small gathering is being held. The house is very large and looks as if a celebrity could live in it. He takes a deep breath in his car and rubs his hands on his jeans a few times as if to wipe the sweat away. Peter walks up to the front door of the massive house, the walkway lit by lights in the ground with a large fountain in the front. Peter puts his hand up to knock but hesitates...he Proceeds to knock. The door opens and it’s Veronica. She’s wearing a cute shirt pink and white dress with white tennis shoes on and her hair half up, half down. Peter stairs in awe. “Peter! I’m so glad you came! Come in,” Veronica says very upbeat. She leads Peter in the house and he marvels at the chic style of the house. The furniture looks as if it was handmaid from France. Veronica leads Peter into the backyard, which is massive. There’s a large pool with a secret passage under the water fall. There’s a large bonfire to the right of the pool where about a dozen people are gathered. A mix of people, but all people that start to look familiar to Peter. Peter squints to see if his eyes are deceiving him. He starts to sweat and feel his heart race. “Hey, guys, look who’s here!” Veronica yells. Peter looks on realizing how big of a mistake to is was. “What the hell!” Josh says in a surprised manner and busts out in a huge, obnoxious laugh. The rest of the group begins to laugh as well. Veronica runs over into the arms of Josh’s friend, Nathan, and starts to laugh with the group. Josh walks over to Peter while taking a swig of the beer in his hand. “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe you actually did it,” Nathan says to Veronica. “I always follow through,” Veronica says right before making out with Nathan. Once Josh gets in front of Peter he places his hand on top of peters shoulder and slowly tightens his hand on his shoulder, Peter winces. “It’s looking like we’re gonna have a lot of fun tonight,” Josh says creepily while taking another swig of his beer. “Hello, 911, what is your emergency?” “Please, please come help.... they’re dead, they’re all dead.” “Ma’am, is somebody hurt?” “Please hurry, he’s crazy!” “Ma’am, who’s crazy? Is there someone there with you?” “Help please!” “Ma’am, police are on the way, do you think you can give me any more details?” The voice on the phone stops. “Ma’am, ma’am, hello?” Police arrive at the house and bust in through the door and one officer goes straight to the backyard. The pool is glowing red. “Hey! I need some assistance back here,” the policewoman says in fright. More officers run to the back and look towards the bonfire where there are lifeless bodies scattered about. As they move closer they see a person standing in front of the fire. They get closer and it’s Peter, standing in front of the bonfire as if he’s frozen in time with a blank look on his face, blood covering the entire front side of his clothes. The officers grab Peter and time slows down. The officers quickly handcuff Peter and walk him to the police car. As Peter is being walked to the police car, Veronica is being wheeled out in a stretcher. She’s crying frantically, almost as if she can’t catch her breath. She too is covered in blood. Peter is placed in the back seat of the police car. He stares in a daze at the house with the blue and red lights from the police car flashing in his eyes. 2 years later, In a home for troubled kids, as Peter sits on his bunk A small girl walks up to Peter. Peter looks straight through her. The small girl places her doll on Peters bunk bed and Peter continues to stare into oblivion.
Present day, 2021, a group of 5 teenagers are sitting around a campfire. “Yeah, right. Plus, that place was abandoned years ago,” says one of the teens in disbelief. “I swear it’s a true story. They say he murdered them all and that’s where the Carrie story comes from,” the young man who told the story says. “You’re so full of it, Adam.” “Believe me or don’t, either way, they say the doll is still sitting on his bunk bed, covered in cobwebs, with Peters body dead next to it,” Adam says convincingly. “You’re not allowed to tell anymore stories,” the other teen says in a joking manner. The teenagers continue to laugh a gossip around the campfire.

Abigail heard rustling through the trees. She hated that she was somehow convinced to go camping. After all, she hated the outdoors and the wilderness. She would rather be put up in a nice hotel room, sipping wine in a nice hot bath. Stephen said he’d be back, but that was almost 10 minutes ago now. Abigail was trying to decide if she should go look for him, but it was raining and the fog had moved in earlier in the night. Abigail’s mind starts to race and she starts to think of all the possibilities of what could’ve happened to Stephen, she is a Virgo after all. Abigail decides she can’t wait any longer so she puts her hiking boots and a heavy coat on over her pajamas. Thank God for her grandmother or else she would have neither the coat nor the boots. As she steps out of the tent the rain begins to pour harder. She starts to wonder if this is a good idea but knows that Stephen would do the same for her. The wind gets louder and louder, to the point to where it starts to sound like a wolf howling at the moon. It was a full moon tonight after all, a super moon that thE meteorologists have named the Pink Moon. Abigail would give anything to be at home with her crystals manifesting this night away. She starts to lightly whisper Stephens name as she walks forward. Brushing the tree limbs and leaves away from her face, looking in all different directions to ensure no one or nothing is creeping up on her. She starts to hear a noise in the background. Is that breathing? It sounds like someone in the distance is trying to catch their breath. Abigail starts to say Stephens name a little louder. “Stephen, Stephen, is that you?” The sound of muffled breathing gets louder. The rain starts to slow to a trickle but the wind and fog seem as if they will overtake her at any moment. “Stephen, this isn’t funny. If that’s you, say something,” Abigail says with a fright in her voice. She keeps pushing through the trees slowly. Just as the noise of someone breathing sounds like it’s right on top of her Abigail trips and fumbles to the ground. She yells out in quick Agony and gets up to grab her ankle is if it may be twisted. When she goes to grab her ankle in pain, her foot is resting on top of what would seem to be a body. Her hands start to shake as she goes to move the body to see who it may be. She slowly pushes the body so it rolls over. It’s Stephen and his face is slashed with blood coming from somewhere on his body. Abigail gasps and covers her mouth in terror. Stephen is still lightly breathing and Abigail tries to tend to his needs. “Oh my God, Stephen! What happened? What should I do?” Abigail says while her voice is trembling. Abigail grabs Stephen by his arms in an attempt to drag him back to their campsite. At least maybe there she can tend to his wounds better. Abigail starts grunting as she’s trying to pull Stephen. She makes a wincing face and limps while dragging his limp body. It seems as if a sprained ankle is becoming more of a possibility. As she drags him the pink moon is making it possible to see the trail of blood being left by Stephen. Abigail Looks in fright, it seems as if he’s bleeding more than she thought. But Abigail doesn’t want to stay here long enough to find out. Once back at the campsite Abigail starts to scurry through all their belongings for things that may stop the bleeding. As Abigail grabs the few towels she’s found, her phone falls from the towels. She sets the towels down and picks up the phone, quickly dialing 911. Nothing. She looks at the phones service bars and it reads “no service.” “Nooo!” Abigail yells in a frustrated manner. She drops the phone and picks up the towels to continue to find Stephens wounds. She unzips his jackets and pulls his shirt up. Stephen barely winces, it seems as if there is hardly any life left in him. Once she pulls his shirt up she can barely see his torso because it’s covered in blood. Abigail makes a face in disgust. She grabs one of the towels and starts to wipe the blood away to see if she can see where the blood is pouring from. After wiping a bit she sees a large gash across his chest and lower abdomen. But it doesn’t look like claw marks. It looks like it could have possibly been done by a knife. Abigail looks at it in confusion. Just then the wind stops blowing. The air is eerily still. The fog slowly begins to lift and Abigail squints her eyes to see if she can see through the trees. Once the fog clears it gets significantly brighter because of the light shining down from the Pink Moon. Abigail decides it might be best for her to try and get help. She wraps Stephens wounds tight to keep from bleeding out and proceeds to put her clothes on. She grabs her favorite yellow travel backpack and places some water next to Stephen. She leans down and covers him in the blankets. “I’m going to get help... I love you,” Abigail whispers in Stephens ear in hopes that this won’t be the last time they see each other. Abigail begins her hike back up to the car. As she moves through the trees she begins to hear rustling in the background. She decides to pick up the pace. Her face starts to trickle with sweat. What started out as a cold, romantic evening has quickly turned into a hot nightmare. The sound in the trees gets nearer and Abigail starts to lightly jog up the path. She can hear the river nearby, which excites her. The noise that she heard before from the trees sounds as if it has also sped up. Abigail pushes aside tree branch after tree branch with the pink moon lighting her way. Once at the top, she leans against a tree to catch her breath. As she looks closer she can see their car in the distance and the river stream to the left of it. Abigail smiles in relief and starts to run towards the car. She quickly gets into the car and puts the key in the ignition. The car is making a noise as if something is wrong with the engine. Abigail gets out of the car and quickly runs to the hood of the car and opens it. She fiddles with a couple of things under the hood and seems surely satisfied. As soon as she closes the hood something pulls her back off her feet next to the river. Abigail lies in a daze and tries to open her eyes. A blurry figure stands over her body. “Who...who are you?” Abigail lightly whispers just before she passes out. Abigails lifeless body lays next to the river stream with her arm stretched out.