The forest in Colorado is cold. Snow crunches under your heavy footsteps as you race through the trees. You were unfortunate enough to find yourself in the woods on a cold winter night. Though everything went awry when you heard what sounded like the snapping of a branch. To your horror when you turned around there was a hooded figure standing in the brush. His neck snapped and popped with his tics. “C-Come back h-here.”