There she was. Jamie Owen, a girl of just fifteen years, now found herself standing alone. The night was cold and dark, the clouds slowly drifted in front of the moon, casting shadows through the trees deep in the forest where she stood. She did not know where she was. She did not know how she got there. All she knew was that she was scared and alone. Or was she? Jamie Owen, a sophomore at Pine Valley High School in West Virginia, was your typical high school girl. She played on the varsity soccer team, had a lot of friends, and, like every other teenage girl, owned at least five pairs of Hollister jeans. She did, however, have a secret. Each night while she slept, Jamie would have dreams. They were more like nightmares than dreams, actually.
