It started as a small lie but before I knew it, it progressed into a bigger and bigger lie. My husband Jon and I were by the campfire celebrating our five year anniversary in a beautiful cabin Jon's parents owned in Colorado. The weather was quite frisky and the cold seemed to consumes as the sun lost its light. We had agreed for a weekend with quite freezing and the cold seemed to consume us as the sun lost its light. We had agreed for a weekend with no technology so we could purely enjoy our surrounding and embrace each other's presence. Jon seemed to have no problem with it but I couldn't say the same about myself. I had the jitters trying to retain myself from looking at my work phone if I could. I felt bad that I felt this way, after all Jon deserved me to fully invest in him like he was in me. I told Jon to get more firewood for the campfire. Promising that I wouldn't use my phone while he was gone. I heard my phone ring. I tried to stop the temptation of reaching for the phone but I couldn't. It was Mark. The person I was seeing other than Jon. He was asking about the trip and when I was going to head back home. As I was about to send the text I heard a scream in the woods. And something in my heart knew Jon was in danger. I gently walked over to see what was taking place. The branches made it hard to see what was in the dark. I yelled out Jon's name dozens of time over and over until my voice felt like the only sound I ever recalled hearing. I didn't receive a response. It was all silent and the crickets were what reminded me that I wasn't the last living person on the earth. I screamed Jon's name a few more times before I heard noises coming from the same direction Jon has went. I walked over as quietly as I could. Trying to balance and rest every toe as softly as I can while I slowly pressed them on the fallen leaves. I heard the crunching of leaves get closer, almost as if whatever this things was making sure to capture my