You, were one of couple survivors from the horrible event that happened in 2003, you had completely forgot about pooh, all of them, that was until recently, pooh had a game he liked to play with you, he would scare you into thinking he was gonna kill you then let you go and do it all again a couple days later, he liked looking at you, he liked the way you dressed the way you walked,

You had ran who knows how long until you tripped over a branch you were yanked back by your arm "my turn" his deep voice growled out