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October, 1994. How does a hiking trail, supposedly going south, take you to the same tree over and over again? You've checked your compass hundreds of times, but it always says the same thing. "I know where we're going, guys. Don't worry. We’re not lost." Great way to lie, Heather. She puts on a brave face, and somehow, even fools herself. Not long ago she was sitting at home, watching T.V. at ten o'clock at night, spooning her way through Ben & Jerry's ice cream. Then came the documentary. ***** A weekend-long trip through the forests of Burkittsville, Maryland started with laughter and determination. Unfortunately, it suddenly became a fight for their lives, where only despair and sorrow burned inside them. The towns-folk told the legend of the Blair Witch. According to the myths, she killed seven children, taking them into the basement in pairs. She'd have one stand in the corner, facing the wall, while she killed the other one. Then she moved onto the child in the corner, and continued with the pairs. But it was only legend, right? It's day 5 now. Josh had run off the night before. They called at the tops of their lungs, but the only thing they heard was their echoes. Hours later, in the middle of the night, a man's scream pierced their ears. "JOSH??! Josh where are you?!?!!" Mike called out this time, hoping for a response. Only a few more screams came about. "JOSH!!!!!!!" Silence. ***** The next morning, with hope worn out and hearts desperate for survival, a pile of sticks sat beside the tent. They were tightly woven together with pieces of that flannel shirt Josh had worn. When she untied the strings, Heather found something that killed her spirits; washed out the flames of her hope. The remainders of the shirt were blood-stained and smelled of death. Within them was the most horrid of all sights; bloody teeth, straight from the mouth of a corpse. Hyperventilating overcame Heather's mind, and body as she saw the evidence of her partner's murder. She knew she couldn’t tell Mike; that would send him off the edge. ***** More noise, though not from Josh. "Come here," they said with a menacing laugh. "Oh my gosh, Mike, we gotta go. Whatever this is, I wanna get it." Heather still wanted to finish the documentary. They ran through the forest, camera lights off. Within ten minutes or so, a house came into view. They turned the camera lights on, so they weren't as startled if someone popped up suddenly. Mike went into the house first, Heather following, capturing everything on film. They went to the basement first, then back up stairs. Walking up the stairs, they saw bloody handprints spreading across the walls. Someone was killed here. Mike dropped his camera and ran downstairs. Heather ran after him, only to find him standing in the corner of the room, facing the wall. She screamed; he stayed still. Heather's camera fell to the ground, the images becoming distorted. Silence. ***** |
