I am walking through the thickest fog I’ve ever seen. I am putting my arms out so I know where I’m going. I’m hoping they don’t spot me in this thick fog, I’m trying to get to the boat I’m. I really don’t want them to see me, if they do I don’t even know what might happen. The trees are so tall and scary they are like tall people trying to grab me. And when I look around I always think they are right next to me. I feel like I’m in a scary game running away from a killer.