When the sun had completed its daily cycle, the nightmare commenced to those in the house that was located on top of the hill. It was a gelid night, the moon a hazy shimmer behind the fuzzy clouds. On top of the hill was a large house made out of wood. The lights inside were flicked on, and the silhouettes of people could be seen from afar. ?Inside, eight people crowded the place. Music blasted through the speakers, three of the boys rowdily speaking and drinking from their cans of beer. On a large table were multiple red party cups placed, around twelve on each side in a triangle form. They slung Ping-Pong balls back and forth, some falling into the cups and splattering some of the yellowish liquid that the cup contained. Two of the girls gossiped with each other, one of the boys peering at them and listening intently to their conversation in case they ever mentioned his name. A couple left the house as everyone was distracted with each other. ?But they didn’t last long being unnoticed. The two girls exchanged bewildered looks. One was tall with very dirty blonde hair, her eyes an olive color. She wore a long white sweater with jeans and boots. The other one had glossy hazel eyes, her hair as dark as ink and was shorter than the blond one. She had pouted lips and wore a loose flannel and worn-out, ripped, faded jeans. ? “Rose,” said the blonde, “where are Riley and Ian?”? “I don’t know,” Rose replied. “They were here a second ago.”? One of the guy’s playing beer pong spoke up. “Just relax. She’s probably drunk out of her mind, diggin’ up some dirt outside the house or running around naked. You know she gets a little lunatic when she’s had too many cups. And we all know that she has a small problem with the ‘strong water.’ Jackson, tell her.” The guy was tall with a mean demeanor. He had stubbles of beard coating his jaw-a heck of a jaw he had-a brown leather jacket and verdant eyes. He wore a black shirt and jeans. He was the oldest in the room. He looked at Jackson. ? “That’s my sister you’re talking about, Dean,” said Jackson. He had vibrant gray eyes that seared into your soul and made you feel uncomfortable in a good way. He too had stubbles of a beard around his jaw. He wore a canvas jacket, a white V-neck shirt and combat boots. ? “Don’t insult her,” says another one. He was tall with brown eyes, speckles of green buried within them. Small freckles dotted around his nose, his squared-like jaw hard and chiseled. “It’s fine, Ricky. I’m going to see if she’s outside,” remarked Rose edgily. She leaped to her feet, kissed Jackson’s cheek, then walked outside.? The bone-chilling night air coated her. She rubbed her own arms in hope she wouldn’t be as cold. Before her were a thousand oak trees stretched across the horizon, the moon being the only source of light to illuminate them all. Snow was sprinkled upon the branches and on the grass. ? “Riley!” Rose could see her own breath. “Riles!”? No answer.? She waited.? “Riley!”? Nothing.? Then came a rustling noise, and then came the shrilling scream that plunged into her soul. ? A man bolted out of the trees and looked back. He staggered and fell on his knees, but he picked himself up quickly and looked at Rose with horror, his eyes heralding perilousness. ? “Ian,” said Rose fretfully, helping him stay put. “Where is Riley?”? “I-she-I-we-we-were in the-in the woods-lake-road-gone,” he panted. His blue eyes pierced hers. He was the oldest of the group, at least over twenty five years old. Finally, when he caught his breath, he was able to say one sentence. “Riley was taken.”? Immediately, Rose rushed into the house and informed everyone of what happened. They threw on their jackets and dashed out of the house. ? “You godforsaken idiot,” Jackson barked. He shuffled forward and threw his fist in a flashing arc at Ian. “You were supposed to keep an eye on her, you pathetic imbecile. You are the oldest one of all of us, yet the most immature.”? Ian fell to the ground. He sputtered curses laced with blood. As Jackson was about to kick him, he shielded his face. Garish purple bruises were appearing on his skin. ? “Jackson, keep your cool,” said Dean. With struggle, he managed to hold Jackson back. “You’re both pretty. Fighting isn’t going to get you any further in getting your pure, non-alcoholic sister back, and neither is killing each other. As you’ve noticed, we’re running short on people, so instead of trying to smash each others brans in, lets try and be productive and find Riley, alright?”? “Let me go.” Jackson savagely attempted to get out of his grip.? “Cameron, help me out,” Dean muttered, squeezing his fingers into Jackson’s skin.? Cameron, a brown-haired guy with brown eyes and plumped lips shuffled forward. He embraced his arms around Jackson and held him back.? The blonde girl knee