I get up in the middle of the night in the middle of the woods. I don't know exactly where I'm at. I look around, not knowing what to do. I get up and start walking around. I see a house in the distance. I run to it, it's my house. I tried to open the door, but it won't budge. I awake covered in sweat and tears. I get up to get a drink, I get some water. I go to my room, I drink the all the water. I get in the bed and go back to sleep.
I find myself in front of my door again. It opened itself this time. I try to wake up but I can't. I find that I can't come back. My name is Jessica, and you'll probably never meet me. I have a tendency to wake up when this happens. I never did. I find myself walking around carelessly and I find my self in a trail of foot prints. These foot prints are not mine. I wander down the trail of leading foot prints that stop in front of a log cabin. I open the door to see barely any light. Something runs past me to the other side of the cabin. I take a step back and slam the door shut. I turn around and lean against the door with my eyes closed. When I open my eyes I see a dark tall slender figure about a yard away from me so I hold my eyes shut and go to the corner of the cabin. I open my eyes to turn around and run. I run the fastest I have ever ran in my entire life. I run so fast I look back and the figure is gone. I think to myself, " Who could that have been, how did they get here, who are they,"
