It's a dark winters night, the snow was falling upon a large forest the snow blanketing every inch of forest in a soft layer of snow, the lights from a nearby town fading into the distance as we zoom into a small set of cars.
Each one being full with drunk and rowdy teenagers.
The usual banter ensues as they pull up to a large house lit up like a Christmas tree, stepping out of the cars we see the managerie of your normal slashed victims as they walk up to the house: Jocks, nerds, goths, the popular girls and the one pair of responsible teenagers lingering in the back.
Victim 1:Yea! This party's gonna be siiick!
Victim 2:Hell yea! The place is stocked right?
Opening the door for the rest the jock opens the door for the rest of them.
Victim 1:Beer, wine, jager's, I even got some of that Ale stuff for you Henry!
Nerd 1:Hell yea!
Victim 1:Tonight we'll fucking crush it!
Funneling Into the house the teens start organising themselves around the house, the main jock getting the beers and party games ready in the kitchen while the nerds set up a DnD table in the living room, even a few of the goths where gathered around the table with their own character sheets a smaller jock being sat at the head of the table setting up the Dm screen putting on a wizard hat and a fake beard, The popular girls being dotted around the house.
Victim 3:Hey babe can you fetch me a glass please?
Populer girl 1:Oh of corse honey.
Walking over to the cabinets by a large window the woman starts getting glasses out of the cupboard setting them on the side in a nice arrangement, slowly letting her mind wander her attention is drawn to the window looking over the dark expanse of forest.
The light from the house unable to penertrate more than a few feet into the dark expanse, the raged and Decayed trees funneling her vision slowly but surely further and further inwards.
Her expression souring she saw some thing... Strange in the distance.
Popular girl 1: Brad did your dad put up a scarecrow?
Turning around the main jock walks over cleaning a glass.
Brad:I don't think so? Why?
Pointing the man looks out into the distance seeing the scarecrow she was talking about, it looking shoddily made and loose though he couldn't really make out any properly defined details from the darkness, other than a small lanterns hanging from one of its long spindly arms.
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Brad:That's.... Weird.
Popular girl 1:Its kinda creeping me out.
Putting the glass down he pats her on the shoulder.
