A soft electricity permeates the air.

You can feel it brushing my skin, raising the hair on my arms on end.

I can hear it.

A slight buzz like tiny mosquito drawn to the warmth of your ear.

Not sure if it's excitement, the unknown fear or the highest possibility.

Something is really wrong with your simmity.

Leon and I came here to fulfill my dreams of exploring the park, but now it's 2 a.m.

in the morning and I need to talk to you about what's happening.

I haven't slept because my body hurts, my mind hurts, my brain won't quite down.

I'm desperately trying to remember what's happened over the past 6 days.

This 6 days I was supposedly missing.

This 6 days my family, friends, park rangers, local police and volunteers spent scouring

the park for me.

After 5 hours of questioning with Agent Stone, we were too exhausted to head back to North

Carolina.

There'd be a 2 day drive ahead of us.

My parents decided to book a suite at the Ossimony Valley Lodge for 2 nights, one night to sleep

and recuperate one day to make sure I wasn't in need of emergency care after all, and one

more night to calm the nerves before the drive back.

Once we were tucked into the room, I couldn't help but hear the flurry of feet walking down

the hall.

It seemed every door on our floor was opening for new guests, but I never heard the

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