The Return

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I woke up in the woods, flat on the cold ground, my face in a patch of smelly moss. As the last visions of my nightmare faded away and I realized where I was, I jumped to my feet and found myself in sheer terror at first. How on earth did I end up here?! I ran in circles like a fucking idiot until I hyperventilated, tripped over a root and bumped my head on a trunk which served like a sobering slap in the face. So I just sat there and some clarity crept back into my skull. Where was I? How did I get here? And why?

The last thing I recalled was lying on the stiff mattress inside the cabin I had rented for the two days. I’ve never had troubles sleeping since I can remember and now this crazy sleepwalking shit was happening to me! I brushed off the leaves and realized that my hands and arms were covered in some kind of fresh red mud, my shirt and jeans violently torn and sogging wet. Still very uneasy I looked anxiously around, took a deep breath in an attempt to keep my panic in check and tried to get my bearings.

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