Sweat is running down your terror filled face, adrenaline coursing through your veins, fear holding you frozen unable to move. In your mind you curse yourself for going into the abandoned house.
"Why did I come here? Why did I listen to Cooper? Why.. " Your thoughts are cut off by a surge of anxiety. You hear an old worn out voice, singing a whisper. In a total and complete blanket of fear you take two slow cautious steps towards the sound to hear the deranged words more clearly.
"boo, I'll get you this time." The soft crooning is slowly getting louder. "No, no, no!!! Won't let you slip this time." You start to run. Faster and faster, no matter how hard you push, with every lunge your still too slow. The pounding footsteps just get louder and louder, closer and closer.
Your foot is caught, several jolts of pain are forced into your leg as rows of teeth sink in. You fall to the floor. You glance down to nurse your leg only to be staring into the oh so familiar glossy, black eyes, so dark they could almost distract you from the hairy beast to which they belong. The horrendous figure is dripping in what's recognized as your own blood.
Screaming you try to get away. Kicking, clawing, punching, anything to get out but to no avail. With a single motion of the beasts claw you find yourself alone lying on the floor. The realization hits like a plague, your neck has been slit. You throw your hands up to the pain in an attempt to soothe the wound. Warm liquid covers your hands, blood. A sudden loss of security, everything goes dark. Thoughts perish as the blackness swallows you whole.
Lying on the floor, submerged in blood, there's nothing left to say, nothing left to feel, nothing at all, you have died.
