Survive him, Thrive with him.

Chapter seven

"I need you to be my seeing eye dogs." I speak into my phone, looking like I was talking to my breasts.

"What?" Will asks.

"What are you doing?" Jacob asks.

"She's not allowing herself to see him." Bryan hushes them.

I take a deep breath, shaky and slow, before slowly raising my hand up and griping the edge of the paper. The fog starts to roll in again and I close my eyes to block it all out, using one quick motion to rip the page off the nail.

"Oh my God." Derek breathes. I don't want to question what they see, or what they think, but I turn until I think I was heading towards the scary tree, hoping I don't trip and fall.

"A little to the left." Bryan orders. I take a sidestep and keep walking, a feeling of dread looming over me.

The game had begun. I didn't even know if this would work.

"Right in front of you." Jacob and Derek state at the same time, voices tense. I fold the previous paper up and slide it in my pocket, dragging my hand around the tree as I take a circle, feeling the page under my hands and ripping it as well. Repeating what I did with the first page, I stuff it in my pocket as more fear sets in my stomach. He's supposed to be moving faster now that I have more pages.

What happens if he reveals himself?

I push that thought from my mind and push on.

"Curve to the right slightly." Bryan says and I follow, gently urging to the side.

"Hold your hands out." Derek states and I do so with my free hand, touching the metal of the truck.

"Now go along the right side, straight." Jacob demands. My fingertips skim the truck as I walk, until it disappears. My shoes hits the trailer and I grope around until I find the third page, ripping it off and folding it, stuffing it in my pocket.

"Guy's, look at the fog." Will whispers, and I can only imagine them pointing at the screen in fear. My throat twists as I try to swallow, the urge to cry coming along.

I pick up speed, walking a little off from the trailer.

"To the right a little." Bryan whispers.

"A little more." He continues.

"Go straight." Jacob says.

"Turn completely to the right and take a few steps forward, then turn completely to the left and walk forward until we say so." Derek demands. My footsteps start to echo and I can just tell that I was in the tunnel.

I remember where it was and run over, hands spread outwards on my quest to scan the sides of the tunnel. a particular droning sound blows through, but disappears again. It leaves me unnerved, but I find the page and rip it off, the sound turning into a wind. The wind blows through the tunnel and makes an even worse noise, sending my heart into a erratic pulse as I flinch and run out of the tunnel, trembling.

I turn towards the tunnel's noise and the guys suddenly start screaming.

"Run! Run!" They cries, fear evident in their voices.

He's here.

"Claire! Run!" Jacob demands, louder.

I clench my fist around the paper and stand my ground.

"Why isn't she moving?!" Will shouts.

I fold the paper and stuff it in my pocket with the rest.

"Walk faster, walk faster, walk faster." Derek demands and I walk normally, keeping my flashlight straight ahead, but probably shaking.

"Curve right, more, a little more."