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My feet may have felt like cracked stones apon the sun's surface, but my body was forced to adapt to it. 45 days I've been stuck in Slender Woods, carrying a bag of food that'll last me only 10 minutes if I satisfied my hunger. I walked along a trail of my own as I carefully listened to the forest.
The demon that controls the forest has been after me since day 4 in this forest. I only wish I knew how I ended up in this mess. All I remember was going out to eat with my friends when my head fell heavy; I still remember how I woke up. My body was almost rooted to the ground when I tried to lift myself up. A foul taste was in my mouth as I tried to look at my surroundings that day.
The blue bag that is still on my back was filled with food like ramen noodles, canned fruits and meals, and other cheap dollar stpre items shared a home with my hoodie, flashlight, and blanket.
I, suddenly, heard a whi-i-isp from behind. It found me. Like the horses in the Kentucky Derby, I bolted into a sprint. Leaping, jumping, catching myself before I trip, I wasn't looking back. That's when ny foot suddenly felt no more of the forest's track. I yelped as I tumbled down a rock covered hill. My jaw, head, chest, and the limbs I've tried to keep from harms way hit every stone possible.
I slid on my side to stop. No noise. I stood up and limped onto flat ground. My body was sore, but seemed to be used to sore feelings. I pressed my hand against what I thought was a tree. I perked and turned towards my hand. A camper! My heart started pounding with joy. I quickly ran inside and looked around.
Instinctively, I started looking for food, fresh clothes, better shoes, everything I would need until something caught my eye. A phone. My eyes widened. A phone! I scrambled to pick the phone up and turn it on. 19% left of it's battery. Just enough to make a call.
I quickly guessed a password. 6 6 7 3. It worked! My fingers seem to know what I need. Before I knew it, I was calling the police. "911. What's your emergency?" A woman's voice asked. "Hi! I-I'm stuck in the woods and a blank faced man is chasin-" I was cut off by the woman's nasty harsh voice. "There are no such- Ugh. What's your name?"
"Emily! Emily Elisebeth Brown!" "That's impossible. She's been dead for 3 months." My heart dropped. Dead? No! Impossible! I can't be dead! If I was dead, I wouldn't be bleeding or feeling anything! I'd be in a void, not a nightmare! Before I knew it, the woman started talking again. "'Blank faced people' do not exist; and don't pretend to be 'Emily E. Brown'."
"N-NO!" I beg, "PLEASE I AM EMILY! YOU HAVE TO HELP ME!" My hopes crashed to the pit of Hell as the woman hung up and the phone died. I'm dead? No. It can't be true. I perk with a thought. Wait. My friends... They were the last people I saw before I was in the woods.
