Rushing through the dirty muddy terrain John made his way to his rusty pick-up, after hearing a series of suspicious sounds while half-awake in his tent in the woods. Before opening the door to his truck he shouted to himself, “Dammit, I forgot my wife.” For a split second, he thought of just taking off while he had the chance, to save his own skin and get away from his crazy wife for once in his life. Although, he soon came back to senses and sprinted back to his campsite with his trusty cheap china made flashlight into the dark dreary forest.
On his way to the campsite where his dearly beloved was resting he kept asking himself, “Of all the places we could have gone, she chose to camp in the woods full of god knows what.” As he scurried through the dense woods, he realized he was bleeding heavily from the knee down. Finally, reaching the campsite he entered his tent and to his dismay his wife was not there. In a state of shock, John lay frozen for a while, and then as he turned to go in search for Mary he was met with what felt like a rock to his head and was knocked unconscious.
Waking up, John cried in agony from the throbbing pain on the side of his head. He turned to his side, to see his wife sleeping soundly on the airbed. He took off the sheets covering his wife’s head, to see that it was not Mary. He looked at the woman with horror, it was his psychotic ex-wife Jeanine. He roared at her questioning her of what she did with Mary and why she was in his tent. Jeanine with a soft delicate voice said, “John, what’s wrong it’s me Mary, maybe you just had a bad dream.”
As John tried to get up and get out of the tent away from Jeanine he discovered to see dried blood all over his knee, where there was a deep cut. Petrified paranoid he darted for his cell-phone only to find it hacked into pieces in his backpack. He dashed out of the tent and hurried to his pick-up to go to the local authorities to find what in world was going on. Reaching the parking lot, a feeling of apprehension crawled down his spine; the car was gone just like his wife.
To sooth himself from going insane he told himself that maybe the pain in his head was causing all this confusion, and that what was happening was all just a hallucination. He walked to the lake that was by his tent and went for a bathe to cool off. As he bathed he saw something rising up coming from underneath the lake. As he looked, he made out the expressionless lifeless body of his wife, Mary.
A sudden feeling of hopelessness and despair came over John. He began convulsing uncontrollably and struggled to scream for help, but the words would not come out. Darkness overcame his eyes, then nothing. He floated in the shivering waters until waking up temporarily as he was being pulled to shore then dozed back off. Opening his eyes he saw that he was inside his tent again, under the warmth of thick his wife’s thick bed sheet.
As he fought to get up, he realized he was tied up, as...