Murders have plagued the woods in the past, making them a place of fear. Eighteen year old Wendy and her friends become worried when a new string of murders come to their high school. After a horrible car accident, Wendy returns to school, going from wallflower to popular overnight. As the murderer edges closer to Wendy she realizes things are changing. She is afflicted with nightmares that are all too real and she herself is undergoing unnatural changes. Learning the truth about her past, could be the key to saving her future.
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Author Link: http://www.andreaheltsley.blogspot.com
I tossed and turned, unable to find a peaceful chunk of sleep. It was like a tornado churning inside me, trying to sweep my world away. Every time I slowed to a still, my feelings swirled full force and sent me into another interruption.
Sometime in the early morning I managed to sleep long enough to dream. When I opened my eyes, I was entering the school gym. The green and gold school colors highlighted the room and it was dark except for the overhead lights.
I cautiously moved forward, brown eyes wide. I finally made my way down the side of the gym and to the end of the bleachers. I knew what I would find, but I couldn’t for the life of me look away.
Julie Feldman laid there, eyes frozen in terror. Her body was twisted in an unnatural way and her mouth was open, probably from falling mid scream. Blood soaked the back of her head from the impact and I cringed.
Everything was so vivid; it felt like I was there with her, or like I was the one who pushed her. I shivered all over, unable to control it. Then I noticed an icy draft and pulled my jacket tighter.
When I looked back down at Julie, her face began to animate. She was looking at me with desperation and her mouth began to form words.
“Run, Wendy, run. Death is coming, and he is coming for you,” she said. Then her features went lax and she went still once again.
I bolted upright in bed, terror creeping through me. My breathing grew ragged and I struggled to choke down a scream. I closed my eyes and all I saw was that same scene tumbling through my head.
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