Jennifer had no idea where she was. She’d woken up in the middle of a pitch-dark forest, dressed in her school uniform, and with a torch that she could have sworn she wasn’t carrying when she’d blacked out. Come to that, she couldn’t remember blacking out, or what had happened before. The torch was already on, and the batteries inside were new-looking, so she assumed they were near enough to full. Shivering, from both fear and the biting cold, she walked forward. Approaching it, she saw something that gave her some, even if small, hope. A piece of paper. Don’t look or it takes you. “I’M NOT MAD!” NO!