It wasn't easy to walk down to the toilet tent in the chilling cold night. She thought of waking her tent partner. But the partner seemed to be fast asleep buried in the sleeping bag. She decided she will go alone.
She planned visually an optimized path that she would take. Picking up the torch, she unzipped the tent entry. She realized her hands were shivering. A chilling breeze hit her face as she moved out. She was terrified by the pitch dark night that surrounded her.
Go ahead Riya, she told herself. gathering all the strength, she flashed the light around and located the toilet tent and started walking.
She was returning back and till now everything was fine. The cold was unbearable, the sound of the river was distinct. Suddenly a cold breeze past her. She heard a sound, a whisper. She discarded it thinking it was just the fear of the mind that was creating the unreal. But she heard it again, "Can I come with you ?" a whisper close enough to her ears. Her torch fell down flashing the ground muddied by the rain. The treacherous voice kept repeating, as if waiting for an answer from her. Her heart was pounding, her body frozen, as if buried in the ground, her throat was dry.
Thinking she has to get to the tent fast, she picked up the torch. She wanted to see who it was, but feared to see what she couldn't handle. She cursed herself for trying to be too courageous. She was breathing hard. She swiftly turned around flashing the light. But the voice came out from nowhere. Something unknown was following her.
Now she was scared to death and started running every which way, crying. But the voice followed her "Can I come?". Realizing that she is lost she stood, now crying hard. She felt a touch on her shoulders. She screamed. She saw few lights turning on, but they grew blurred, as she fainted...
Written for Three Words Wednesday : Prompt - Efficient Optimize Treacherous. used later two in the post.