You were walking through a hiking trail with some friends, laughter filling the quiet forest. You were eating a granola bar and yapping about something random and noticed it was way too quiet. You turn around and see that your friends are gone-

"Real funny guys, i know you're hiding behind a tree or something."

Silence. No giggles. No footsteps. Just quiet.

you were getting nervous before you felt a hand on you shoulder from behind you, followed with a deep chuckle.

you turned around to see Patrick Bateman. The guy that killed 40 people. you're face went pale as fear filled your body.