the distance, getting louder with each
thud. The others didn’t notice; the waterfall was too loud, and
they were too busy having fun.
“Hey, guys, it looks like it’s going to
storm. You might want to get out,” I called over to them.
They swam to the shore and got out, but not
before it started pouring. Dante and I jumped up and took our
blanket into the tent.
I hadn’t been paying much attention to
everyone else. My mind was wrapped up in other things, but when
Cooper ran up to our tent in a panic, I realized something was
wrong.
“Lily is missing,” he said. “I don’t know
when the last time I saw her was… I don’t know how—”
“Okay Cooper, when was the last time you
remember seeing her? Even if it wasn’t the last time, it
will help. Come on, think,” I urged.
“I—I don’t know, Allison and I… we found a
cave behind the waterfall…” he began, sounding embarrassed.
I unzipped the tent and got out. I asked each
person if they had seen her leave. None of them had seen a
thing.
“Okay, Dante and I will go look for her. You
guys stay here in case she comes back.”
“No, I think more people should go. We don’t
all need to stay here and wait for her,” Cooper argued.
“Okay,” I said, keeping it cool, but inside,
I was panicking. If they went out there, they would find the two
guys that we killed. We needed to be smart about this, and we
should have hidden the bodies. “You’re right. You and Allison go
that way, Annabelle, Rose, and Grace will stay here and wait for
her.”
We headed toward the spot where we were
earlier. We didn’t have any time to waste, but we needed to hide
the bodies. Dante was thinking the same thing; we went without a
word. I imagined two deep holes. Then, I imagined one of them in
each, and the holes filling with dirt. Next, I imagined a bush
covering where they were buried.
There was a bolt of lightning that lit up the
area completely, and then, I heard a scream. We ran in the
direction that it came from. Dante managed to get about ten feet
ahead of me.
As we got closer, I heard a cracking sound.
I’d never really heard anything like it, and before I realized what
it was, it was too late. I stopped running and looked up in horror
as a giant tree came plunging toward the ground—toward me. I took a
deep breath and closed my eyes. It would be over any second.
The next thing I knew, I was laying on the
ground a few feet away from the fallen tree. Dante was on top of
me. I felt a sharp pain in my arm. I looked at it, there was a huge
gash. I wasn’t certain, but it looked like I could see the bone. I
gasped, and Dante looked down at me.
“What?” he asked. I raised my arm, but the
gash was gone. “I don’t see anything.”
“It’s gone,” I said, staring at my arm in
awe. “There was a huge cut, but it’s gone.”
We didn’t have much time to speculate, before
Dante could say another word, there was another scream coming from
the same direction. We got up, climbed over the tree, and started
running again.
The urgency of the scream made Dante pick up
his pace—I was glad he did. I couldn’t keep up, and we needed to
get there as fast as we could. At first, he got a few feet ahead of
me, but only moments later, I could barely see him through the
trees.
There was another scream, it seemed to come
from a different direction. In fact, it seemed to be a different
matter altogether. The first scream was shrill, but this scream was
blood-curdling. I didn’t know if Dante had followed the new path or
had carried on searching in the direction of the first scream. I
tried to follow the second. I ran blindly in what I could only
hope, was the right direction.
I tripped on a root and went tumbling to the
ground. This turned out to be a good thing, however, because when I
looked up, a giant fireball passed over my head.
I looked in the direction that it came from
and saw a small group of people standing in the distance. They were
watching me,
Craig Spector, John Skipper