Stiles POV
"So Lydia, where do you want to eat?" We're standing outside my house hand in hand.
"I'm easy..." She giggles, "wherever you want!"
I turn left, pulling her along with me. "You like Italian, right?"
She nods and does a cute little skip to keep in step with me.
"Stiles?" She says turning her shoulders to look at me, her lips in a wide smile.
"Hmm?" I mumble
A shocked expression crosses her face, and the smiles disappears with an instant "Did you hear that?" She asks, her face alight with fear.
"Hear what?" I stop walking and look around us, a shiver running down my spine.
Lydia lets go of my hand and walks over the road to a flickering street lamp. "It sounds like running water..." She mumbles to no one in particular. "It makes no sense, a light can't sound like running water."
"Come on it's probably just the pipes!" I say placing my arm around her.
We walk down the road a bit further, Lydia keeps glancing over her shoulder, her hand is sweaty and shaking in mine.
"Lyds, we'll be okay" she leans closer into me.
"I hope so...."
I hear leaves rustle over at the side of the woods. I stare into the darkness, movement in the distance grabs my attention. I pull away from Lydia and move toward the woods.
"Stiles, what are you doing?" She says, fear spiking her voice.
I notice a red light behind a tree, ignoring Lydia.
"STILES, COME BACK!"
I walk through the threshold of the woods, the leaves crunch with each step. I take about four more steps and stop. I see the black outline of a person appear in front of me.
Before I can scream, a hand is over my mouth and a hard piece of metal hits my head, I plunge into even darker blackness. Lydia's scream fades into the distance.
