Taken
It started as a dream. A getaway to bring back a love that was slipping — a cabin, deep in the woods. But something was hunting us out there. I only remember flashes: the dark between the trees, the feeling of being chased, and then nothing.
The police found me. They never found her. They questioned me for hours, and I couldn't tell them what happened — I couldn't even remember my own name.
To this day I don't know if there was a monster in those woods… or if I was the monster all along. Some things are better left unspoken.