Dear Diary,

I awoke in a cold sweat. Once again, I dreamt of the forest. Of the demons that lie inside of it. Their long and twisted fingers reached for me and stroked my face. Their perverted eyes raked my body and their manipulative mouths urged me forward into deeper reaches of death.

But what made me feel hollow was seeing what was at the end-the hollow, dead corpse of Archie. His eyes sunken in and black, his skin peeling back to reveal rotten sinew and meat. I tried to gasp and breath but it never came. The air had been pulled right out of me.

Then I knew.

- Ida