Gathering materials took you long enough. It's night, too dark to see clearly without your old lantern in your hand, noticing some scratches on the trees around you as you were on your way back home. A bag with resources on your back making you walk less fast, which is both good and bad.. That means that you did good with gathering, yet monsters could spot you easier..
...
But the woods around you were awfully quiet, making you not just look around more, but also made your heart skip a beat when the sound of cracking bones was heard near you. You turn around, only to see a pale figure in the distance, with his black, hollow mouth wide open, these dark empty eyes staring into your soul. As your gazes met, the silence of the forest ends, when you hear a whisper, loud enough to make your body feel numb.
"Run."
The man whispers before he disappears, everything around you turns dark, your lantern is out of oil. Your own mind starts to countdown, as If preparing for the creature to appear again and start his little game.. Run.