"Ben, I swear..." Kym growled. The blond-haired boy had vanished again. "Ben!" Kym's fingers trembled as she picked her way through the thorns. On the other side of the hill was the shack. Looking old, and dirty, and dark. "Kym!" Suddenly, a voice shrieked from inside. "Kym! Turn around!" Kym froze. "Ben?" She whispered.