Armed with nothing but a flashlight and a knife she had taken from the hotel kitchen, Lana made her way through the forest. The air was thick with tension, and the whispers seemed to follow her, growing louder as she neared the deathly cabin.
When she reached the clearing, the cabin loomed before her, a dark silhouette against the rising sun. The door was ajar, creaking softly in the wind. Lana stepped inside, her heart pounding in her chest.
The smell of rot and decay filled the air. Bloodstains covered the floor, old and new. And in the centre of the room, a figure stood waiting. The killer.
As they stepped into the dim light, the appearance becoming clearer. It was Jake.
''Jake, how could you.'' shouted Lana. ''I should've known it was you with all the creepy shit you like.'' Jake looked up at her worried, as if something else was going to happen. His eyes were looking past out the window. ''I'm sorry Lana, but you need to go whilst the killer isn't here.''
Lana stared at him confused. ''If it isn't you, then who is it?.'' Jake thought long and hard about what he could say. ''Look you aren't going to believe me but''. Jake's now tumbling at something behind Lana. ''Lana behind you.''
The killer was stood behind Lana towering over her, hitting her over the head with a club, knocking her out cold. Jake was to be the killer's next victim. He attempted scrambling away but the killer grabbed onto him, slashing his throat making his death quick dropping his body to bleed out on the floor.
The killer then tied Lana to a chair and awaited for her to wake up. A couple of hours later Lana slowly woke up, her head pounding. She tried scrambling when she saw Jake's lifeless body on the floor when she realised she was tied up.
She looked around the room checking for the killer before managing to get ahold of her kitchen knife and setting herself free. The killer heard the commotion and appeared from another room.
The mask of the killer gleamed in the dim light.
''Why?'' Lana whispered, her voice trembling.
The killer tilted their head, as if considering the question. And then, slowly, they reached up and pulled off their mask.
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Whispers in the woods
HororIt was a night like any other in the small town of Hollow Creek. The wind howled through the twisted branches of the ancient trees, and the moon hung low, casting a pale light across the landscape. But on this night something stirred in the shadows...
