The house in the woods

Walking

Amber was tired and hungry, and it was getting dark, as dark as Samantha's death. She reached into her backpack and pulled out her water. As she did this, the sky erupted and sounded like a symphony of drums, then the clouds lit up with jagged beams of light
"lovely, just fucking lovely" she murmured under her breath as there were buckets of rain poured on her head.
She reached into her trusty, bulky backpack and pulled out a tarp, and tied each of the ends to a seperate tree. She pulled out a sleeping bag and flattened it on the marshy ground. Amber had been dreading this smell all the way through the forest. She heard a faint trickling sound and had an idea. She walked away from her little shelter and found a stream with a gigantic waterfall, the sound dulled by the pour down of water from the sky. Amber is one of those people who hate being messy, so she stripped off and stood under the downstream of water, pelting down off the ledge. She soaked in the feeling of the water, tracing every curve and crevice of her body, then jumped out, remembering the time she drowned as a little kid. The only person that cared, and helped her was her dear friend Samantha. Amber covered herself with her wet, but now clean clothes, and headed back to her dark shelter.

The shelter was dark, because no matter how many times she tried to light a fire, the water extinguished the flame, so amber gave up and just lied in the only dry thing that was there. Her sleeping bag. Slowly drifting off, but still frightened of the monsters that would rip her limb from limb while she was unprotected.

Amber woke up in a cold, dark room, surrounded by metal doors that had huge spikes spaced out on them. Then a familiar face appeared out of thin air. She had blonde hair, blue eyes and an hourglass figure. Samantha.
Amber tried to get out of the chair she had been sitting in to run and hug her friend, but she was bonded down by cold metal shackles over her wrists and ankles, holding her to the chair like invisible hands. She screamed at her, while a knife appeared in Samantha's hand. Samantha held the knife, and slowly raised it up to her throat. She pushed the knife down on her delicate skin and slid it, causing a river of blood to come gushing out of her neck. Samantha didn't seem phased by it, while amber could do nothing but watch Samantha cut herself into tiny little pieces. She then proceeded to hold the knife to her stomach, and cut a head- sized hole out from her diaphragm, spilling all of her insides on the metal floor, and pulling them out one by one. Amber threw up all over the chair, and Samantha walked over to her."now it's your turn"
She giggled as she wedged the knife in between amber's rib cage, then everything went black.

Amber woke up with a shock, sweaty and shaking from the dream she just encountered. She packed up her belongings and hiked up the trail, trying to find a way home.