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Brittany

I t's so dark and cold here. I don’t know where I am or what happened. First, I was just talking to Evy, going back to the house, and now I’m in some kind of creepy, damp, dark room. Drops are leaking down from the ceiling and it smells like rotten meat.

I try to get up, but I barely have the strength to move and my head is pounding like crazy.

The dark makes it hard to see anything and my vision is a bit hazy too. What the hell happened to me?

It’s so dark that I can’t see anything. Stumbling, I find the concrete wall and pull myself up. Maybe if I’m lucky, I’ll find a door or a small opening.

My hand touches something wet and slimy as I continue. “I really, really, really don’t want to know,” I whisper to no one in particular.

Where the hell am I? What if no one ever finds me and I die here? Tears start to leak down my face as I try to keep the sobs in. If there’s someone out to get me, I don’t want them finding out I’m awake and roaming around.

My finger finally touches something hard and it feels like a door knob. I try to push it open but it doesn’t budge. I only manage to get a small beam of light through the wooden door by pushing it too hard. Maybe if I regain more strength, I’ll be able to open it fully.

I sit down next to the door and put my hands into the light stream. There's blood and dirt over my fingers and arms, and it looks like a few nails are broken. Did I fight someone?

I sigh and close my eyes, waiting until I have the energy to try again.