Believe.

1.

Marisol sat over top of the river on the bridge, humming to herself as she looked down at the quickly running water that made a happy bubbling noise. The sun warmed Marisol's skin and she leaned back, smiling as she closed her eyes.

"Marisol"

Opening her eyes, Marisol looked around for the source of the voice. It was a whispery, soft voice that floated and that Marisol could hardly hear.

"Hello?" She asked, sitting up slowly, wondering if she was dreaming for a moment before she heard the voice again,

"Marisol, come here"

Raising an eyebrow, Marisol got up from the bridge and followed the voice to the edge of the woods where she gasped.

There was a whispy, hardly there figure. A ghost if Marisol thought about it and it gestured for her to follow it before it floated off. Marisol silently wondered how much her friend Jon would scream if he knew what she was doing before she followed the ghost though the woods.

Marisol was lead to a large, gnarled and burnt looking tree. The ghost pointed to something near the roots and then smiled before vanishing.

Biting her lip, Marisol took a step back. She knew that she should go home but she slowly walked over to the tree, kneeling where the ghost said and looking down.

There was a hole. Nothing special really only that she could see a faint glowing red light near the bottom. Marisol leaned in more before she lost her grip, falling down the hole with a scream.