by Brenna F.
What was I supposed to do? It was all so confusing. There was a post-it note on my door. It read “All your answers shall be answered if you follow the birch trees.” It made no sense until I remembered that there are a trail of birch trees about a mile into the woods in my backyard. It was dark out and I was alone. I put on my black hoodie and brought my flashlight. I walked into the woods. I felt like I was in a movie--a horror movie. Every sound scared me half to death. I tried to turn on my flashlight, but it wasn’t working. How helpful.
It was only a mile but it felt like ten. It started to get cold and I could even see my breath when I coughed. I shook my inhaler to take a puff, I accidently dropped it and I had no idea where it was because of the dark. I tried to feel the ground and hopefully feel the metal texture of my inhaler. I went off the trail and went in the opposite direction of the birch trees. I walked around to see if the wind blew it away.
Eventually, I gave up. I realized that I was very far away from the birch trees, which meant I was farther away from my house. I just walked until I felt myself falling. I fell into what was probably a hole. I hit the ground hard and the side of my head was bleeding. I took out my flashlight and it actually worked now. I was shocked at what I saw. All around me were flyers. A missing person flyer. It was a flyer My family and I were very familiar with. It was my sister. She went missing two months ago and has been gone ever since. I saw a figure jump into the hole. I tried to climb up to the hole. I could if the unknown person wasn’t holding onto my leg. All of a sudden the person let go of my leg and I climbed up the hole frantically. I used my now-working flashlight to guide me back home. I heard a scream and instantly knew who it was.
I ran over and my flashlight revealed my sister tied up to one of the birch trees. I untied her and we ran back home. She told me everything that happened to her and I was just glad that she was okay and now safe. My family were equally as relieved. The next morning, I came across another sticky note. I took it off nervously and forced my eyes to read it. It read “The black hoodie is next.”
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