First Page: The chase had begun. The area went dead silent. My heart was planning to leap out of my chest as I ran in the darkness with only a flashlight to illuminate my way. A drop of cold sweat glides down my face. I already mistake one of the trees to be Him until I flash my light on them. My paranoia rose each second, but I am still running as fast as I can, not daring to look behind me.
Second Page: My hair began to tense and my skin crawled. The moon had disappeared, being overlapped by the darkest clouds I have ever seen. I bit my lip, hoping in vain that it would control my rising panic. It did very little. My lungs are on fire. My mind is playing tricks on me. Which way is North again? I think that way is East. But wait, where is-... I was lost. I could not find the way out of this forest anymore. I'm trapped here, and I am in his territory now. But only until I find every page.... Fine. So be it.
Third Page: I need to do this for my best friend, who disappeared just last week. She was with me in this exact forest when we were taking pictures of all the tall trees. We were amateurs, so we started out small. Imagine my friend's surprise when she took one of oddest looking trees we've ever laid eyes on. The branches looked usually bent, almost like limbs and it looked like it had a head and it was looking at the camera. She showed me where she took the picture, and the tree was gone. After only a few days, she drew eight unusual pictures. All of them looked the same. Each page she drew were of a circle with an X overlapping it. I had no idea what it meant, neither did she. But the one thing I knew was that I should have known when she was acting weird, pinning each note on the trees inside of the forest we went in, laughing maniacally as she pinned the last one. At that moment, I left, calling her crazy. I turned back, she was gone, and in the blink of an eye, I saw Him.
Fourth Page: He is frustrated now. The wind picked up and roared at me. It began threatening me to turn back, but I would not move. I start repeating in my head that this is for my friend, I am going to get all eight pages and get her back. I grip tightly onto my flashlight like it was my lifeline. As I take a step forward, I hear a crack coming from way behind me. Before I could blink, I jumped, glancing back to see a fully figured body with long arms. I scream shrilly and kept on running until I found a wide tree to hide behind. I start to catch my shallow breath and steadied my shaking hands. I let more cold sweat trickle the temples of my head, and I look back with hesitation. There was nothing. I did a double-take only to find the fifth of eight pages in my sights. That's when my flashlight burned out.