She didn’t like walking through the woods but it was a shortcut. The trees stood tall and eerily silent. It was creepy here in the daytime. She hated to imagine what it must be like at night.
As she went, the twigs cracking beneath her feet, she spotted a car on her right. Its bonnet was open. She looked around. There was no sign of its driver. Perhaps he went for help. Curious, she went over to inspect it. She peered through the window. Behind her a twig snapped. Before she could turn, a bag was shoved over her head.