Cold rock pressed against the soft flesh of her back, though she
hadn't come to the realization as of yet. Still dizzy from
whatever had hit her from behind that had promptly knocked her
unconscious, she had her eyes closed. It took a moment or two
for her eyes to open, but even then she remained in some sort of
haze. All she could make out were dark splotches with slivers of
white light peaking through. Eventually all came into focus. The
woods. That's where she was.  Panic rose through Abigail. How
had she gotten here? This made no sense to her. Just a few hours
ago, she had been walking the dirt road of the small village,
despite warnings. It seemed each Halloween, a young woman
disappeared, never to be seen again. Always the purest of women,
virginal--unwed, but of age.  She, in fact, was heading to
church to pray for the souls of the villagers attending the
Halloween feast, in the center in town. Abigail considered them
heathens and hoped God would find their way into their hearts to
stop this disgusting