It is the middle of the night and you are travelling back to your home in Port Lawrence, when you find yourself by the side of the road near Mt. Seymour as your car suddenly breaks down.

You pull out your phone and try to call for help, but there is no signal to be found. You stand there, not sure what to do, when you sudddenly hear a soft sound, a voice calling to you from somewhere in the woods.

Taking a flashlight from your car, you follow a narrow path through the trees, only to end up on a small clearing where, to your surprise, you find a pile of what seem to be parts of a wooden dummy, strewn across the snow covered ground.