I followed the footprints in the snow. I didn’t have any other option. I was a city girl lost in the forest and my last memory was of a bag being pulled over my head.
The footprints stopped at the stairs leading up to the log cabin. My hand shook as I knocked on the door. An old woman opened it.
‘Please I need help,’ I said though chattering teeth.
‘I was wondering if you’d turn up,’ she smiled, ‘they said you fell out of the truck, they’ve been searching for hours.’
I turned to run but she was faster and stronger, grabbing my arm and pulling me inside.