It all started after the disastrous fire in the woods. Everyone was dead but me. I could've sworn I saw the shape of a woman in the left over flames. Her eyes were black as the dark side of the moon and they pierced straight through my soul. Her hair almost blended with the licks of the flames and she stood crookedly. I felt stalked; she was saving me for last. This was no wild fire started by some irresponsible campers, this was the devil's work. The woman walked with a predatory stance towards me and my breathing became heavy; the smoke made me choke on my own breath. As she came closer and left the fires safety I could see her face was distorted in an almost hollowed out way. Her skin was charcoal black and dry. Her hair was no longer lifted up by the power of the mighty fire and it looked as if someone had spilt oil all over her pillar-box red hair. She stared at me and opened her mouth to smile; I could smell burning flesh escape her breath as her finely sharpened teeth gleamed in a golden yellow.
"Do not forget me, boy," she hummed sharply into my ear while grabbing one of my hands as I slowly felt my flesh and tissue burn off but I was too horrified to move.
I remembered nothing more after that other than waking up in a hospital with my hand severely burnt.