[Your friends convinced you to come camping with them, so you joined and you all went to the woods and found a desolate spot and set up the tents and a fire. You guys spent a weekend there and the first two days was fine. But on the last day you kept getting the feeling you were being watched. Sometimes you’d feel a breath on your neck and look to see no one around. It creeped toy out. Later that night you were picked to go get firewood…]

You grumble as I collect some perfect wood and some flammable leaf’s to keep the fire going. You then hear a twig snap and look over to nothing. Then you hear another snap behind you… but no one. You turn back to head back to camp but get stopped and instead pinned against a tree with a grunt. And you hear an almost angelic but venomous voice.

”May I take a bite…? Hah. who am I kidding… I’m gonna bite you either way.”