1 Prologue

"Bad things will happen, they always do. The book will be read, and time will never be the same..."

Something out of the ordinary happened to me. No one would even believe me if I ever told them. Sweat formed little droplets on my face. I rubbed my clammy hands over my jeans. The wooden chair felt hard against my back. I looked up to find the annoyed gaze of the newspaper editor on me. She nodded, and I took a shaky breath. The lady placed her fingers on the keyboard in attempt to get me to speak. I smiled nervously and finally I opened my mouth:

"Everyone has a story to tell. Some are different than others. Mine sounds like a whole lot of bullshit , however I can prove to you that everything is true. Every story has a beginning, and this is mine."

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I clicked my phone on for the fourth time in a minute. No messages. I was bored out of my mind. I rolled around in my bed, placing my other arm under my head. I couldn't stay here for the rest of the day. If I was going to go on like this, I might even gain more weight. I stood up and pulled my pajama top over my head, traded it for a cute summer blouse instead.

"Maybe I should bake," I thought out loud. Then I remembered that I would have to clean afterwards. The thought of that extra work wasn't pleasing at all.

I wanted to do something active, and not plop on the couch to watch Netflix, like I've done this entire vacation. It would do me good to take a walk in the forest nearby. I haven't been there in a while, because people have put a bad label on the place. A long time ago a cult lived there, but the police forced them all to go somewhere else. People still believe that they haven't gone away. I didn't care however, something exciting might as well happen to me. My life was so boring. I walked out the door after peering into the computer room. Dad was on his computer, as always. He decided we stay home this holiday, while my friends are on expensive holidays to places like Hawaii. My mom worked overseas, but would return the following year. 

I walked past Pickle, who barked excitedly. He also needed some exercise. Pickle was trained well enough to walk after me and not run away, thus I didn't need a leash. As I stepped outside I noticed that the streets were quiet, and there wasn't even a single bird chirping outside. Strange...

I walked through the neighborhood looking for someone working in their garden, or playing football outside. There wasn't even a single person outside. My gut feeling told me something wasn't right, but I didn't turn back. The weather was too nice, besides I needed some time away from my television screen. Before I knew it pine tree's in front of me reached for the sky. 

The forest looked friendly however. The sun was smiling down at the tree's whilst they were dancing in the summer breeze. Pickle's panting breaths was the only other sound. It made me feel calm.

I didn't know how people could think suck dark things about this beautiful place. A whole way into the forest, Pickle ran off into the woods barking. I ran after him in fear that something might hurt him. Pickle looked up at the tree barking. I followed his gaze, to find a tree house hammered onto one of the branches. My heart skipped a few beats. The people could've been right, maybe the cult haven't moved away. I wanted to grab Pickle and go back home, but i tripped over crumbled ruins on my way. A bird screeched somewhere in the distance. Frightened i sprang up. A wheeze escaped my chest.

Oh no. I could feel the choke-hold around my lungs. It made me lightheaded from a lack of air. Desperately I grabbed for my inhaler in my backpack and breathed in the life saving gas. The hand around my chest disappeared, and i sighed in relief. When I got stressed I always got asthma. Pickle was still barking and going insane. I reached him and picked him up. Suddenly a rock flew past my ear, and landed with a thud on the ground. In shock I dropped Pickle and my inhaler, running as fast as i could. Pickle sensed my fear, his ears folded backwards and he ran after me. It was no secret that the rock came flying from that tree house. The thought sent shivers down my spine. 

Out of breath I reached our house and dropped onto my bed. My heart sank as I patted my pocket to find it empty. I left my only inhaler behind in the forest. I would have to go back there... 

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