One rainy day, six teenagers (along with some recording equipment) were sent out into the wilds of the Pacific Northwest. Their mission: to combat the paranormal while still making a multi-million dollar grossing feature film. They have yet to return. . . .

Day Four (cont.)

"Paul what the hell was that?" Raven could hardly see a think since the flashlight had been extinguished. Her question was met with silence. "Paul?" She heard a cracking sound like a large branch snapping in two. Raven bolted in the opposite direction. One moment she was running, the next she was flying through the air, landing with a hard thud on the gound. The impact knocked the wind out of her. A disembodied light bobbed in the clearing some 50 yards in front of her. Raven lay absolutely still, hoping she wouldn't be seen.

"Raven?" Suddenly Paul was beside her, helping her to her feet. She didn't think she'd ever been so grateful for company in her life.

"Paul? But . . . if you're here, who has the light?"

"What light?"

"The flashlight."

"I have it right here." He patted the small light clipped to his belt.

Raven froze. "If you have the flashlight, then what was that?"

"What?"

"Didn't you see it?"

Paul shook his head but realized she couldn't see it. "No."

"I saw a light in the woods. How could you miss it?" Fear was causing her carefully controlled American accent to acquire her native Irish lilt.

"We'd better warn the others."

As good an idea as it was, as soon as Raven took a step, her right knee protested with searing pain, causing her to gasp. Paul noticed and put an arm around her to pick her up, but Raven shoved him aside, gritted her teeth, and ran.

"Assignations in the woods really are not appropriate," M scolded as Raven and Paul ducked back into the tent. Elisa and Grant hadn't gotten past the word "assignation."

Raven looked ready to scream, but Paul spoke first. "We head strange noises outside and went to investigate. We didn't find anything other than an eerie voice, so we returned."

"How can you be so calm and analytical," Raven seethed. "There was a whispering noise coming from every direction. It was all around us. Then I saw a light in the woods, and it didn't have any earthly source."

"You're jumping to conclusions," M deduced.

"No, there was something out there. We couldn't have jointly hallucinated it," Paul insisted.

"But you found nothing. We will not find a thing until dawn, so let us all get some sleep," M declared.

After lying awake in the darkness for twenty minutes, Paul figured most everyone would be asleep again. Emphasis on most. "Raven?" A muffled response emanated from the pillow across from him. "I'm sorry."

Raven removed the pillow from over her head. "Why?"

"For letting you come with me. You could've been hurt." He remembered her ankle and amended, "Worse."

"For letting me go with you? Now you're going to be sorry." She heaved the pillow in his general direction.

"Rachael."

"What?"

Paul sat up. "I didn't say anything."

"Are you sure?"

"Rachael."

"What?"

"Raven, I still didn't say anything."

She moaned. "I must be going insane." She could've sworn she heard it. "What's my name?"

"Huh?"

"My name."

"Raven."

"No, my full name."

"Uh, Raven Kavanaugh. What's this all about?"

"You don't know."

"Know what?"

"If you don't know, then how come it knows?"

"Raven, what are you talking about?"

"It knows my name," she whispered.