How she got there she didn’t know. The last she remembered she had changed into her blue jeans, tank top and sneakers to go meet the girls. Now she found herself bound to a tree in the woods with a gag in her mouth. On the breeze she caught a whiff of something familiar, rot and death. 

Some branches broke to her left. She squirmed trying to pull her wrists free of the bonds. She sensed someone or something watching her. 

“Hello,” She called out.

A big hairy creature broke free of the brush. 

“Hello, my name is Ralph.”