“We have to get out of here!” Ava yelled, feeling as if anyone in the room might try to kill her at any moment.

“Yes, staying here any longer would be foolish,” Eli said taking hold of his wife’s hand.

The group took one last look at the gruesome bodies lying on the floor and then they left quickly out the door. No one spoke, but everyone watched each other with hawk-like interest, waiting for someone to attack someone else.

Ava, wanted to walk closer to her friends, Eli and Babette, but how could she trust them? They could be as guilty of killing those poor souls back in the house as anyone.

Stumbling over a rock in the driveway she mumbled to herself, “How do you trust someone who might turn on you at any moment?”

The woods were clouded over giving them an eerie, almost haunted look. They would be haunted now, with the ghosts of those who could not fight for themselves. The ghosts of those who lost their lives…and for what? A story? No story was worth the loss of a life. A truth, yes, but a simple story? Never.

Why had they come to this forsaken place? Ava, might spend the rest of her life wondering, though how much longer she would get to live, at that moment, she didn’t…

****

Heather walked down the stairs and into the living room. All of her writing companions very much alive and well, sat around on couches and chairs with computers, and pads of paper.

They had the driven, determined looks of writers hard at work.

“Guys,” Heather said.

Hardly anyone looked up, all too engrossed in their pages. Though both Gail and Jordan looked up from their writing with raised eyebrows.

“Yes?” Jordan asked.

“I’ve killed my bad guy too soon, and now we are all walking around in the woods, because I didn’t know what else to do with us… I think I just wrote myself into a corner.”

Their was a sigh throughout the room and Ava shook her head. “Well, let’s take a look at it,” she said. “We have to get this first draft in by five or one of us might really find ourselves dead.”

The End