Will moved to follow Hannibal into the cabin. Then he heard a low chuckle coming from the forest by the edge of the cabin. Slowly, Will walked toward it, gun raised. He kept drawing closer to the voice, but he couldn’t see anything more than twenty feet away due to the heavy snow fall. As he got closer and closer, suddenly the laughing would get farther away or seem to be coming from a different direction. Will began to think that maybe he was hearing things, that maybe it was all in his head. It wouldn’t be the first time.
Will stumbled into a clearing that covered with snow. The laughter seemed to reverberate around the trees and come from all sides to surround Will.
“It’s not real,” Will muttered to himself. “It’s not real.”
Suddenly, Doctor Abel Gideon walked out of the trees opposite Will, smirking dangerously. “I promise you, William, I am very real,” he said and laughed. It was the same voice that Will had been following into the forest.
Will raised his gun and aimed it at Doctor Gideon’s head.
“Oh, you won’t need that where you’re going, Mr. Graham,” Gideon said, smiling menacingly. Will saw the glint of a hunting knife as Gideon lunged and Will fired.
