THE CABIN IN THE WOODS

He panted. He had been running miles now. A black shadow crossed his line of vison. Startled, he staggered backwards. It had all been a mistake.

Two weeks ago his girlfriend had suggested the trip to the cabin in the woods. He had not been interested but he knew Tiffany would not take no for an answer. She loved to have her way.

He should have known something was up when strange things started happening. Lights going off, doors opening themselves. Eerie sounds at night. He had taken his mind off it and made himself believe it was nothing serious.

Now he had her face glued to his mind forever. The lively and outgoing Tif lying on the ground lifeless blood oozing out of her nostrils, mouth and ear. It had left him with the creeps.

A cold chill surged through his body, giving him goosebumps. A twig snapped next to him, snapping him back to reality. He was surrounded by pitch black mist and a red blood moon above him. He heard a ghoul sound behind him and he turned. There was nothing.

That was the problem. He couldn't see what he was running from. He could only feel it. Another flurry of shadows went past him. He felt like it was nearer and it was.

He slumped to the ground as it snuffed the life out of him. His life flashed before his eyes and just as he breathed his last, the grim reapers came in to claim his demented soul as the hazy fog around him cleared