"So where do we start looking?" asked Melody, feeling a bit more confident due to the torch's dim light illuminating the darkness a few feet in front of them.

"There's a dirt path here," suggested Mark, "I would assume it leads somewhere; hopefully somewhere where we will find a page."

"Okay then," said Melody, and they started walking. "This is just like our dreams," she commented.

"I know."

"So we've got one page - the one that May's got. The one that says, 'Always watches - no eyes'. Just seven more to go now."

"Look - what's that?"

Mark was pointing towards a strange shape in the darkness. Melody turned the beam of light around until she saw it. It was just a tree, but it was a very old, gnarled tree, twisting into the darkness. They trudged closer to it.

"There's something stuck to the tree. It's a piece of paper! Mark, we've got another page!" shouted Melody, ripping the page off the bark and waving it around in excitement.

"Be quiet!" Mark hushed, panicking. "You might make the suit man appear!"

"Sorry," said Melody, calming down, "Just let me read it out first. It says, 'Don't look - or it takes you'."

"Let me see."

Melody showed Mark the page. It had the words 'look' and 'you' underlined. It had a cross in the top-right hand corner, and a stick figure - faceless like the others - in the bottom-right.

"Well, let's get moving."

Melody stuffed the page into her bag. "Six more to go!" she smiled, trying to sound as cheerful as possible. "Shall we just carry on following the path?"

Mark nodded and they departed again. Then they reached a fork in the path before them. They could either go straight, or take a diversion to the left.

"Let's stick to the main path," suggested Mark. Melody nodded. They hadn't gone far when they spotted a huge metal column looming out of the darkness.

"What the heck is it?" asked Melody. Mark shrugged and walked round the other side. He gestured for Melody to come over. She walked to him and grinned when she saw that Mark was holding another page. After she had tucked it away next to the other page in her bag, they continued on.

As the path curved round some large rocks to the right caught Melody's eye. She shone the torch on them and a white page was revealed.

The page read 'Help me'. There were no drawings on this one. The words took up the whole page.

Melody showed Mark the page, then she packed it away. They ignored three diversions and came to a dark tunnel.

"You go first," gulped Melody and pushed Mark forward. He stepped into the darkness and spotted a white object on one wall. It was another page. Mark ushered Melody over and they both looked at it.

This one was the opposite of the previous one. There were no words, just a drawing of the faceless stick man surrounded by some trees. Melody was suddenly struck with an idea.

"Wait - what if the suit man, the man in the drawing, and John Lesdern's ghost are all the same creature? May was asking for help, so it makes sense that she'd draw him. And the blog post said that John's ghost would hunt you down. What if this is his way of catching you? That would explain the funny face too. What's so weird about his face, is that he doesn't even have one!"

"Maybe," agreed Mark, and Melody placed the page in her bag. They walked out of the tunnel.

"Does that tree formation look familiar to you?" asked Mark suddenly.

"Yeah, it's the same as on the page," said Melody, digging it out from her bag and looking at it, "According to the drawing, the suit man should be right... here." Melody and Mark looked up and saw him standing right in front of them.

*

Mark and Melody were speechless for a few moments. It was really him. Their vision began to swim as they looked at his faceless white head. Mark was the first to regain his senses, and shouted, "RUN!"

Melody was freed from the spell by hearing Mark's voice, and grabbed Mark's hand. They went back out the other way.

"Let's take a diversion this time," trembled Melody, and they went right at the first turn they saw. They arrived at six logs standing upright in a rectangle in the ground. Melody and Mark both found the sixth page at the same time. It read, 'Can't run', and had a scribble, a circle and a cross at the bottom.

"We've seen this one before, on the back of one of the photos" said Mark. Melody nodded.

"We'd better get going." she said, "There's no point in going back the way we came, but I can see something past those trees. Shall we cut through?"

Mark nodded, and they walked between the trees. When they were on the dirt track again, Mark saw what Melody had found; about ten large oil tanks. Melody walked to the middle of them and looked around, Mark close behind. There was another page on one of them, and Mark ran to it. "Follows," he read, "We've seen this one before, too. Hey, look, a house!"

Melody shone the torch over to where Mark was pointing, and saw a dirty building. She gestured for Mark to follow her as she entered the gap in between the brick walls.

"It's not a house. I think it's a set of bathrooms," said Melody as she surveyed the scene. There were many different entrances to separate parts of the building. The floor and halfway up the walls were covered with dirty white tiles. Everything else was painted a dirty grey-brown colour.

"There could be a page in here," said Mark, "Look in one of the parts."

Melody turned into one entrance. There indeed was a page, stuck to the wall. This one was simple, and just had the word 'no' written six times down both sides. In the middle was a picture of the suit man.

"That's the last page," realised Mark, as Melody tucked it into her bag. "Let's get back to May! Then we can get out of here!"

Melody and Mark turned round to see the suit man at the opposite wall.

*

"We're trapped!" cried Melody. She swore over and over again. Mark just kicked at the wall. "What on earth are you doing?"

"This wall is old and weak. I'm pretty sure I can break through it," said Mark. There was a crash. A small part of the wall gave way. There was only just enough room to crawl through.

"Great!" he smiled, "Let's go, Melody!"

Mark crawled through, then Melody. But when she got about halfway, she felt an icy grip on her foot and was dragged back through the gap.

"He's got me! Help me, Mark!" shouted Melody. Mark took hold of her arms and pulled. The suit man wouldn't let go. Then, quite suddenly, his grip loosened and Melody tumbled out onto the dirt outside. This time they didn't need any prompt to run.