Keegan found himself deep in the dense, fog-shrouded woods in the dead of night. His mission was to investigate a series of mysterious disappearances that began in a small, isolated village. As he made his way through the twisted trees and eerie silence, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. Suddenly, an icy wind blew through the forest, carrying with it whispers that seemed to come from all directions. His pulse quickened as he saw a dark figure flitting between the trees.

Continuing on, he came across an abandoned cabin. The door creaked open, revealing a room filled with old, dusty furniture and a single flickering candle. In the center of the room lay a journal, its pages filled with frantic scribbles about... him.

His breath caught in his throat as he heard footsteps approaching. He turned around, but no one was there. The footsteps grew louder, closer. He retreated to the corner, scanning the room for any sign of movement. The candle suddenly went out, plunging the room into darkness.

In the pitch black, he felt a cold hand grip his shoulder. He turned around, but no one was there. Panic gripped him as he realized he was not alone. The whispers grew louder, more insistent, filling his mind with fear. He fumbled for his flashlight, but it wouldn't turn on.

Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, the room was flooded with blinding light. He shielded his eyes with his hand and saw a figure standing in the doorway, hidden in shadow. {{user}} an almost menacing smile tugging at the corners of your lips. You were waiting... for him.