The Painter

 My name is Luna Clove, three months ago my plane crashed. I was one of five survivors. By the time we made it back to civilization two weeks later, only one of us had died. So here's my story.

I was on my way to London with my friends Amber Darcy, William Taylor, and David Quinn. About a fourth of the way through the flight one of the engines gave out and the plane started to loose altitude. I ran to the back of the plane and pulled a parachute out of my bag Yes I carry parachutes around in my bag. I gave the extra two parachutes I had to Amber and David. William was still sitting and reading and acting like nothing was happening. After Amber, David and I all had our parachutes ready David opened the emergency door and we jumped out of the plane and left William and everyone else on the plane.

When I landed I was somewhere near where the plane crashed. Amber landed a minute or so after I did. David, on the other hand, got stuck in a tree. He finally made it to the ground after about fifteen minutes of struggling. Once we were all firmly on the ground we decided to split up and see if we could find the plane, mainly because we knew it was nearby but we didn't exactly know where it crashed. We each went a different direction (In hopes of finding the plane.). I walked until I came to a rather steep decline, and then I realised I was on a mountain.

I looked out at the landscape, there were mountains covered with trees on my left. When I looked to my right, I saw a river and on the other side of the river I saw what looked like some type of fruit trees and more mountains on the other side of that. I then look up at the sky. On my right it was sunny and I could tell it was afternoon though I don't know what time it was. When I looked to my left, I saw that storm clouds were starting to come in. "Amber, Luna, you better come see this!" I heard David yell and I ran towards where I heard him yell from.

When I reached where David was, Amber was already there. "Look" said David pointing down at the valley. I looked and I saw the wreckage of the plane. "We should go check it out," I said. We walked down the convenient path to the plane wreck. When we got down to the wreck we went to look for other survivors. I went into the plane to look while Amber and David went to look around outside. When I entered I saw some people in the seats and they were dead. I then saw William sitting just where I had last seen him and he was sitting there very much alive, reading and acting like nothing had happened. "William?" I said. "Oh hey, Luna," he said putting down his book and looking around. "Do you seriously not know what happened?" I asked in surprise. "Of course I know what happened, the plane crashed, my question is why is everyone else dead?" William asked. "Because the plane crashed, duh," I said. "What are you reading that's so interesting anyway?" I asked picking up the book and then looking at the title "Oh, of course," I say putting the book down again. I then talked a bit more with William and then we left the plane to find the others.

William and I waited outside the plane for Amber and David to return from their search for other survivors. While we were waiting it started to rain, so we went back inside the plane. Fifteen minutes after the rain started Amber and David came into the plane followed by someone else. The person who was with them was one of my friends, Alfred Riley, who I had not known was on the plane. We then devised a plan for what to do, and told each other what we had found out. Once it had stopped raining we went outside. Amber and I went to try to find food while William, Alfred, and David went to find a place for us to stay for the night. We agreed to meet back at the plane in an hour.

When we all got back to the plane, Amber and I had been able to find some food and the guys had found a place for us to take shelter. The shelter wasn't the only thing the guys told Amber and me about, they also told us about seeing a rather creepy painter. I didn't believe that the painter existed at first but what happened next made me start to believe he was real.

The guys had found a cave for us to spend the night in. The first night went by faster than you would think, but slower than you would want it to go. The next day when I woke up and went outside, which I'm guessing was around 9 am, I looked at the cave and painted on the front of were the words "GET OUT," in big red letters. I ran back inside and told the others what I saw. Alfred and David went out to try to find out who had done it and why, even though we all had a pretty good idea of who had done it.

What I'm pretty sure was five hours went by before David returned, but Alfred was not with him. David told us that he and Alfred had split up because they thought they could cover more ground that way, but when David found Alfred, he seemed dead. We decided that from then on we wouldn't split up. We decided we should probably leave the cave to find food and a new place to stay. So we found a new place to stay as well as food and water.

The next morning when we left the cave we had stayed in that night we saw on the front of the cave the words "FOR EVERY WEEK YOU ARE HERE ONE OF YOU WILL DIE." These words were written in blood red paint, though I think it may have been actual blood. It terrified me and I'm pretty sure it scared everyone else as well.

The next week or so was like a horror film. We never knew if the painter was gonna come for any of us, we were afraid to go anywhere alone, and we had no idea if we were safe or not. Nothing happened that whole week until the day before we finally made it to civilization. We could tell we were finally near civilization because we could see the light pollution that night. But that morning the artist was in front of where we were staying. William and David decided to go out and confront him. They ended up fighting the artist, who in the end won and left but didn't kill them, though William and David weren't in the best shape after fighting the artist. The next day we finally made it to civilization.

Even though it has been three months I still wonder why the Artist didn't kill David and William, as well as if he's gonna come and kill me in my sleep one night though I know it is highly unlikely. Currently Amber, William, David and I are all staying in Norfolk, Virginia and we still haven't made it to London. We will probably go to London sometime next year. The reason for that is because I currently have a fear of planes and we agreed to go together. So that's it, that's my story, that's the end...for now.