We were running east.

     Away from our summer camp, which had been total hell so far for the past two weeks.

     “Mark!” That was Gordon. “I think we’re out of the woods now.”

     Finally. We had been lost in the woods for a whole hour. We meaning Gordon, Chelsea, Laura, and I.

     “So where are we now?” asked Chelsea. Our eyes scanned the surroundings. Open fields as far as we could see. And a single mansion on top a single hill.

     “Wonderful,” muttered Laura. “Who organized this thing anyway?”

     “I thought this was the right direction...” Gordon said as his voice faded out. His eyes were transfixed on the mansion.

     “We might as well go back,” I suggested. “This whole escape thing was pretty silly to begin with.”

     “We might as well go back and face Mrs. Lou,” Laura snapped, and no one wanted to do that.

     “It’s getting really chilly,” shivered Chelsea. She hugged herself and sat down on the grass. “Gordon? Yo Gordon!”

     Chelsea stood up and tapped Gordon on the shoulder. He jolted at her touch, then turned and stared into her soul.

     “The mansion.”