My friend, Alee, woke me early the next morning for breakfast. “Hey, were you having a bad dream last night?â€? she asked me while she poured cereal for her and myself. “No,â€? I replied. Thoughts of last night’s events flooded into my mind like a hawk swooping in on its’ prey. Her indigo eyes penetrated my mind searching for an answer as she stared at my frizzy-red hair and freckled face.
I stared back; her blonde hair looking almost a tint of green in the early sun. “Why do you ask?â€? I said. She hesitated before answering, still studying my face, “I thought I heard someone scream…..â€?
I froze. “Megan, what is….â€? she didn’t get to finish as her eyes glued to something in the distance. I twirled around to see what she was staring at. Through the woods, and many flashing lights, there seemed to be police and FBI all over the public restrooms for the campgrounds. I got up and started to walk over there.
As I side-stepped the ditch that I had fell into the night before, I noticed that my flashlight was gone.