I dare you to go in. What are you, chicken? The disappearances are rumors. Nothing more. OK. The dark giants loomed over me, wind screaming through the trees. I take out my phone to check once again how much time I have left. 5 minutes. Exactly what it said 5 minutes ago. And 5 minutes before that. My cursed phone must have broken an hour ago, stuck with 5 minutes left on the timer. I don’t have to be in this forest anymore. I didn’t go far in, at first. I’m not stupid. The cold, low hanging fog and dense, looming trees would have made me lose my way if I took more than even 5 steps in. But there was a voice. Such a voice that I had to investigate. At the time I still had 30 minutes left on the timer. Investigating was one way to make time pass more quickly. Second by second, step by step, further into the forest. The voices stopped. The wind went silent. In fact, everything went silent. I couldn’t even hear myself breathing anymore. I couldn’t move, either. The cold, packed earth, freezing my face, wouldn’t let me. Why my face, though? I was standing. Wasn’t I? I couldn’t look around. The earth squeezed itself shut around me. Burying me alive. My chest heaved, trying to find any air. But my lungs refused to open for ay reason. Suddenly, the earth shifted, and a spade dug into my shoulder. Sharp, painful, but I could move again. I turned myself over, blood leaking out of my wound. Looked up. And then the wind resumed its howling. Loud, fierce, ricocheting off the giant bodies of the trees. My mouth was open, and I couldn’t close it. Standing in front of me, with a spade in its hand. Grinning, as though I was a vegetable it just dug up for dinner. I can’t move, again. Its eyes bore into my head, and my shoulder throbs. Once. Twice. Or maybe it’s my heart throbbing. Once. Twice. The wind picks me up, shoving me toward it. My legs regain feeling, and I run. I sprint, blue blood leaking out of my shoulder. I run, and it opens its arms. I run, as I lose my sense of sound. I lose my sense of taste. I lose my sense of smell. I lose my sense of touch. And the last thing I see, as I lose my sense of sight, is the phone, lying cracked on the ground, the timer still blinking, 5 minutes remaining.