Week 6: I want to play a game...

 My scary movie would involve me and a couple close friends. I wouldn't be as dumb as to go in a very obvious scary abandoned place, unless that was my only choice. I'd be trying to escape from my only nightmare. The only person in my wildest dreams whom pesters me till i'm at the edge of the cliff. I'm the main target, the victim..the one who's thought to die. Since i'm the main target my friends would try to hide me as much as possible from the beast. My friends and I are on a hike to the oldest oak tree known to man. This tree has many ancient carvings and witch craft voodoo stuff. My enemy, the only person in my wildest dreams, doesn't like when I do things that they don't want me doing, although i'm doing nothing wrong. He died, hanging in a tree. He watches over me, but still hurts me. He followed my friends and I into the woods on our long hike. At the end of my movie he will corner me to either a life or death situation. Come with him and I live, but do not live happily. I go to the underworld where flames engulf me..but not enough to kill me. He will put me through many suffering situations. Die. I can die. I am at the edge of the cliff. I will no longer be here, and my friends will be safe but will have to live with a very, very sad memory. I built strength and realized I didn't want to do either. I took the beast and stood up to him.. I took the huge boulder that was lying next to me, and picked it up. I gathered all my strength and told myself, "You can do this." I took the rock and slammed it at the beast..the beast fell down the cliff and dissolved in the water, its weakness. After that night I said my goodbyes to my friends and packed up and left to my safe haven. I knew it was best to leave them so that they're safe, too. I moved somewhere far, far and wet. Florida on the beach.