The view from here is unbelievable. The ground lightly covered with white powder. Complete silence. So peaceful, yet scary.

As I look to my left, I notice my friend disappeared. But his footsteps were still there.

My head is all ****** up now.

The wind picks up as I look up to the sky.

There he is, just hanging there. Ready to die.

The wind turns to whispers and the whispers turn to cries.
"You're the one thats going to die"

I look to my right, towards the dark green pine. And there he is standing there, black balloons for eyes.

The white powder dyed red. His voice stuck in my head.

"I brought you out here to die"  

I fell to my knees. It was the perfect plan.

Never go hiking "alone" with a "friend"