One boy began to tremble. One girl began a slow freak out. Another boy gripped his flashlight tighter. Another girl cried “what is going on here?”
They roused the other two couples, so intent on each other they didn’t notice what was going on. Once disturbed, they groused and griped, upset at being torn from their trysts. One of the boys insisted that it was a prank. The others tried to convince them, tried to warn them that this was real, but they were having none of that, and attempted to get back to their lustful ways.
The other four wouldn’t let them. The trembler grabbed one of them and insisted that something be done. The girl who was slowly freaking out began insisting that they head back to the cars and leave this place. The flashlight gripper agreed, and began to make moves in that direction. The girl who cried insisted that they couldn’t leave without their friends.
Finally the boy who was grabbed expressed his frustration in no uncertain terms. He grabbed the flashlight and headed into the woods, intent on making everyone pay for disturbing him. He walked about yelling all of their names, telling them that they were in trouble with him now. He said, “Enough is enough, the prank is over, get back to the fire!” The others stood there and watched, uncertain as to what would be the outcome as he walked deeper and deeper into the woods.
The boy in the woods cursed, swore, threatened, and none of it worked. The missing remained missing and did not return his calls. He stopped for a moment, then had the idea of looking up.
And then there were seven.
Arid Testimony 