Miles walked forward, reaching his hands outward but thorns stabbed at his palms. Every direction, every inch of the forest encased him in a thick, leafy abyss. His legs groaned and his chest heaved as the leaves seemed to fill his lungs, every way he turned they pricked him and slapped him across the face. Finally, from somewhere up ahead--- a light. Dim, but still there, somewhere.
His back knocked into a tree, winding him momentarily before he pushed himself back on to his feet. He began walking once more, hands moving frantically to branches and whipping them away from him. Some snapped and echoed through the Spook's forest. When he stood face to face with the log cabin, he knew he was in the wrong place.
" Hello?" He called with a voice foreign to him.
His legs kept moving.
No, go back.
Please.
He watched as his bruised fingers wrapped around the door handle. Yet he stood outside for a moment and took in the striped pin suit and tweet jacket hanging on an adjacent clothes line. Without touching it, the door opened with a 'creak.' He stood again, the door swung too and fro as a butler ushering a guest into a private mansion. Miles stepped inside the small log cabin, his nose met with a sweet, floral smell. A blackened pipe lay on the small table beside him, decorated with a fine, black powder spread out on the oak. A fireplace hissed and popped to his left, the heat licked his arms in a cozy way. Sitting at a table, a chair with three legs and a small, black cat on top of it. It rocked back and fourth, slowly.
Miles walked further into the room for a short time until his foot kicked something. He gasped, jumping back ward. All was quiet still, so he stared down at the black hole at his foot. A piece of floorboard had been ripped straight off the ground, splinters of wood poked out of the hole. Miles knelt down and placed his eye to it, staring down into the darkness. Still, there was nothing. He prepared to stand up again and then ----
" Hey!" Miles shouted, a hand latched itself on to his shoulder. It held his shirt, pulling him up from the ground. He spun around, immediately being met with a set of wild, dilated pupils. A set of brown, rotted teeth smiled at him, the man pulled at the ripped collar on his shirt. He wheezed, each breath rattling in and out of his chest. Miles couldn't move, his legs were stuck in place.
Finally, the man spoke with a thick, German accent,
" You're next."
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Evolution (Completed) ✔
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