On a sunny day, Ophelia was walking through the green, mysterious forest which was just a couple of meters from her house. She was strolling down the narrow, dusty road with her headphones on, not caring about the world around. After a few minutes of aimless walking, she heard a noise.

“Hello?” She asked.

She heard nothing so she kept going. Then she heard it again. It was like someone was following her. She didn’t hesitate and started to run as fast as possible, trying to find a place to hide. Finally, the noise stopped and so did she. Ophelia looked around thinking.

“What should I do now?” She asked herself. Then, she saw it. Behind the trees, she caught a glimpse of what looked like a small hut. Or was it a garage? Well, either way, her curiosity got the best of her. She stumbled towards the building. Ophelia knocked on the door, but was greeted with silence.

“I guess it’s abandoned…weird" she whispered underneath her breath. She pushed the door open, her heart going crazy when she saw chains lying on the floor in and next to them a wooden chest. She was contemplating whether to go away or open the chest. As a naturally curious person, Ophelia went for it, but before she could open it, someone delivered a knock-out worthy strike to her head, leaving her unconscious. The last thing she saw was a pair of feet before darkness swallowed her vision.

After a while, she woke up tied up by a long piece of rope. All she could hear was ringing in her ears and a fraction of what seemed to be a male’s voice.

“Where am I?” “Who is it?” Questions rushed in and Ophelia was scared for her life as the man approached. The man lifted his hand with a knife in it but before anything could happen she woke up, her pyjamas drenched in cold sweat.

“It was a dream?” She whispered, terrified. Ophelia looked around. She was in her room. She sighed, letting her head drop and shoulders hunch over.