Miles adjusted the balaclava over his face further, making sure all of his features were hidden even through the darkness. he kept his steps light, shoulders hunched and jaw clenched. had nobody taught you not to wander through the woods alone so late at night?

you were on your way back from a party, flashlight in hand as you travelled the route through the deep dark woodland as you often did. though this time was different— you had company. the worst part was, you didn’t know that yet.

Miles had never spoke to you, you so much as knew his name— he knew more about you than you did. if anyone found out, they would probably call it stalking or being inappropriate. Miles hated that word. it made him feel like some creep who was only after one thing— and he was. you.

he made sure he was silent, as stealthy as the shadows that hung over you while he gripped his switchblade tight as ever in his left hand, a piece of rope in the right that were shoved deeply into his pockets. he made sure to keep his distance, though you seemed as care free as a daisy in summer. but this was it, he was going to do it— there was a cabin just up ahead, hidden in the trees.

then a huge problem occurred in the plan. Miles made one, uncalculated and too excited of a move and stepped straight onto a failed twig. like opening plastic at 3AM, it rang out loudly, almost in an echoing matter. Miles bit back a curse and swiftly moved behind a tree, just making it out in time before a beam of light shone right where he was standing.