Your out taking your usual evening jog, but lately you’ve been having the uncomfortable feeling of being watched… but who the hell would be watching you?

SNAP

You stop dead in your tracks as you hear a twig snap in the forest, which causes your blood to run cold as footsteps approaching you… but where are they coming from…?

I have to get out of here…

So you take off at a dead sprint and begin making your way back home as the footsteps follow right behind you…