The year is 1989, it's the middle of June in Willow Creek, North Carolina. The heat bares down on Carol Anne as she pedals her way around the potholes of Easton Lane. The sun glares right off her handle bars almost blinding her at every turn. She has been waiting for summer break all year. The sweet breeze blowing through her hair, she stretches her arms out to feel it between her fingertips, making sure she doesn't lose her balance. For a split moment she closes her eyes. All her troubles seem to melt away. Before she can even open her eyes her bike swerves off the beaten path and into a ditch. "ouch" she says. Lying on the ground she tries to regather herself. She stands up, wipes off her mud stained plaid skirt, and looks around. She then realizes she's no where close to the road. She's surrounded by thick green growth and towering trees. "Where the hell am I?" She exclaims. "I must have had my eyes closed longer than I thought" She mumbles to herself. She bends down to pick up her bike only for it to stay in place. She furrows her brow. "Come on you stupid hunk of junk" she says raising her voice. She tries to pull it up again, it doesn't budge. She takes a further look at it in frustration. Roots start to intertwine through the wheels of her bike, pulling it down to the wet earth. Carol Anne stumbles back and hits cold ground hard. She tries to stand up but the roots slowly slither around her ankles. Carol Anne screams for help but the woods are so dense all that comes back to her is the echoes of her shrieks. All of sudden the roots pull her across the ground. She grabs onto anything she can find. Uprooting all life from up the ground. "HELP PLEASE! SOMEBODY!" She screams. It's a lost cause, Carol Anne is soon dragged to the edge of a pit. Her eyes widen in fear as she stares into a deep, bottomless, dark pit. She manages to look over the edge before her ankles are yanked on once more. She grabs onto a tiny yellow dandelion, praying that she could pull herself up. She pulls with all her might but, almost willingly the plant uproots itself and Carol Anne is sent backwards into a dark abyss. Her muffled screams are carried throughout the dense woods. Shortly after, vines and root start to regrow over the abyss. Blocking any light from entering the cave and any sound from coming out.
