Krystal woke up and was startled to see that she was on the couch in the cabin's living room. Hadn't she just been in the wood's? Someone had grabbed her from behind and put their hand over her mouth, just before she passed out. And yet, here she was on the couch and according to her watch, a whole hour had passed. The smell of peaches was overwhelming, but she had wrapped her peach seed in plastic before she'd thrown it away. She started to think that it was all a bad dream, the trip had made her really tired or something.
She turned off the lamp and stood at the backdoor staring out at the woods. Nothing was out of the ordinary, but when she turned to go upstairs, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up again and a chill ran up her spine. She felt she was being watched again and hurried up the stairs and jumped into bed. She'd get a good nights sleep and get an early start on her novel. She just needed to relax and take it easy.
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