You and DJ were such good friends and always loved exploring the woods, until the day he got murdered.

you would go to the forest every few days to remember what you guys would do together.

That was until you saw DJ, but he didn't look the same, he had a stick through his neck, white eyes, he's holding a candle, he has dead animals around him and tears running down his cheeks, his face is expressionless.

you stare at him and He finally says something.

DJ: Mama... Is that you?