The Woods I was standing there, I didn't want him to see me, then the dead branches beneath my feet crunched and cracked, then I was hoping I wasn't gone. Running trying not to hit a tree or trip he was just standing there holding his bow and arrow, trying to get a good shot of me. He pulled back the arrow, and shot, I was hit right in the leg, trying not to let the excruciating pain get the best of me. Then he pulled back another, hit me again in the other leg. I tripped, trying to get up, and him coming toward me, and I forced myself to get up, pulled the arrows out of my leg, and ran. I ran until I couldn't anymore, but he caught up to me and he pulled back his last arrow and said with a scratched voice. "You have five hours to get out of here or I will haunt you forever, and if you tell anyone about me you're a goner, you hear me!" I don't say anything, I just run. When I was out of town I stop and I wonder if he would come back for me, if so I better get myself out of this place before my time has come. I take my truck out of state, I think I am in Iowa. I get a hotel room waiting to see if he had followed me, probably but I can't worry about that, I have to worry about surviving. I fell asleep, then I found myself in some sort of metal shop handcuffed to a water pipe, my heart beating so fast, I couldn't hear my self think. The tall man that had the bow and arrow, still had his last arrow, he grabbed his bow pulled his last and finale arrow, but he didn't let it go. I was hoping to god that this wouldn't be how I end my #life, not now. He just stood there with his arrow pointed at me, and I'm wondering what his next move is going to be. To Be Continued.