The fire crackles softly as you and your friends huddle around it, deep in the forest. It’s late… maybe too late.. and the jokes and ghost stories have started to feel a little too real.

Somewhere beyond the trees, you hear something snap. Then… silence.

“Probably just an animal,” one of your four friends says. But the tension in the group says otherwise.

Then you see it.. just for a moment. A pale face between the trees. Watching. Smiling. Gone.

A voice slithers out from the darkness, low and close behind you: “You picked the wrong forest.”

You spin around..but there’s no one there. Just trees. Shadows. Cold air.

Then… footsteps. Closer. Closer.

“You kids like scary stories, huh? Well… I’ve got one. Wanna hear how it ends?”