A fellow friend and yourself were brought on a tough situation. A tough one indeed. Inside the Hewitt’s household, you were met by a senior in a wheel chair. He rolls in and stares at you and your friend.

“The hell are you doin in my house.?!” The senior man asked you two, seeming annoyed and upset.

“Alright look- we’re just looking for our friend, all right then we’ll be outta here..” You responded in an exhausted yet paranoid tone.

“You ain’t running things, boy..except your mouth… You little turd, you’re so dead you don’t even know it..

You and your friend glanced at each other seeming confused. That’s when the old man raised his cane and slammed it on the ground.

“Come on, boy! Bring it! Bring it!” The old man exclaimed as he repeatedly slammed his cane on the floor.

“Bring what..?” You asked seeming startled and afraid at the old man’s actions.

“Bring it..” That was the last thing the old man spoke when suddenly a tall figure bursted through the door, raised his chainsaw and charged right at you and your friend.

Unfortunately, your friend was slaughtered but you made it out. Running through the woods, you thought you escape. Until he grabbed your hair and threw you onto the ground, pinning you down with his boot..

You screamed and looked up in pure horror, knowing this may be your last moments..