I woke up, though my eyes have yet to open, I realize that this setting is unfamiliar to me, this is not my home. I don't feel the comfort of my bed, instead I feel the cold hard ground beneath my body.

I finally decided to open my eyes. When I go to open my eyes I'm greeted with a sight for which I don't know, I look around, mind running on all of the possibilities on how I ended up here, how I ended up in the situation that I am in at this very moment. I look around, scared and curious as to where I am, I observe my surroundings and see that I am in a field, I'm surrounded by locks of long grass that are almost tall as sunflowers, buried within the tall grass I spot flowers, just beginning to bloom, my gaze shifted to the left of me, that's when I spot it, a door, just sitting eerily in the tall grass, almost as if it was calling me, calling me to open it, to go through the door to find out whatever secrets lie behind this mystery of a door. As I was lying there, debating whether or not I wanted to go through the door, though I already knew the answer, it didn't hurt to think about it for a bit, to delay the moment when I opened the door, and faced with whatever lies behind it. I got up, reluctant, but determined nonetheless. Brushing the grass of my legs that stuck to them from lying in the spot for so long, I finally got myself situated and made my way towards the door, anxious. afraid, and unwilling to move, an unwillingness to move, but I continued on anyway. As I was nearing the door, I noticed the designs and colors of this door, it was a creamy white color and the designs on this door were so sophisticated, this door had gold lining from top to bottom that went from curly elegant lines, which then morphed into a beautiful array of flowers, which were present at all four corners of the door, I admired this door, thinking on how out of place this door was, it looked like it belonged in a castle or a mansion, where it would only be used ever so often. I put my hands on the door knob, just about to turn the door knob that felt insanely cold in my hand, as I was about to turn the knob, I heard a sound coming from the distance, it sounded like wind chimes dangling in the wind, a soft twinkling sound. I directed my attention to where I heard the sound, thinking how odd it was to hear this sound, as it wasn't windy out, it was calm, almost too calm, as I was turning back towards the door to open it, I felt a cold shiver that shuddered down my spine, that left me feeling uneasy, watched, and alone. I felt as if there was a presence, though I was unsure of what exactly was out there I was frightened by the thought that someone might be out here in this secluded field with me.

I was so tempted to open the door. But the chill doesn't left me. I was considering my options whether to move forward or-.. Then suddenly dread filled me. I did not even remember where I was the night before I came here or how I came here. That means that only way to escape from these tall grasses was to open that door. I got up and was about to open the door when I heard rustling of grass behind me. I turned around abruptly only to find a rabbit sitting there twitching its ears. I sighed in relief but my relief vanished as soon as i saw a note attached on the leg of the rabbit. It was a brown parchment paper, which was tied with the help of a jute thread to the leg of that rabbit. I slowly crouched down and freed the Rabbit from its bondage. And the most astonishing thing was that it let me did whatever I was doing without any fear maybe it was also anxious to get rid of the note.

I took the note and the watched the rabbit hopping happily in the tall grass. The note was as follows-

WELCOME WELCOME

MR. MEAD

WE HAVE BEEN EXPECTING YOU FROM SUCH A LONG TIME BUT WE NEVER GOT THE CHANCE TO CALL YOU OR I SHOULD SAY WE NEVER GOT THE

BAIT WHICH COULD COMPELL YOU TO TAKE THIS DEADLY LEAP OF FAITH. BUT NOW THAT WE HAVE BOTH WE ARE FREE TO DO WHATEVER WE WANT AND YOU ARE COMPELLED TO DO WHATEVER WE WANT.

GOOD LUCK MR.MEAD!!!! HAVE FUN...

PS- THE LAST THING YOU REMEMBER IS YOUR BAIT.

Now I was out of my senses after reading the message, not only they know my name but also they are forcing me to play some kind of evil game and what about the bait? They said it was the last thing I remember. But I remember nothing, I thought. But then suddenly some flashes of image flashed before my eyes blurring my senses. A two year old girl clutching my hand and learning to walk.

Oh Damn!

How could I forget about her? My daughter Akira. Then everything dawned to me but a little late. the bait they were talking about was none other than my own daughter. Now I remember everything. How I was reading her her favorite bedtime story when suddenly she had started bawling loudly. then I had gone downstairs to fetch her bottle of milk only to be hit by something on head from back.

My legs gave out and I fell on the ground, my head beating fast, my thoughts running wild. I looked at the door with words, leap of faith echoing in my head. Now it was not a question of whether. It was just a question oh how? Of how to save my daughter.

A tear fell down my cheek as I imagined Akira crying surrounded by mysterious figures.

Oh Akira.