You and four companions embarked on an overnight camping expedition in the Appalachian Mountains, a venture suggested by one of your friends, compelling you to join them. Whispers circulated about the mountains, contending that monstrous entities emerged at night, and that nameless spirits surfaced with the dawn. Yet, there was no substantiated evidence to affirm that the region was haunted. Nevertheless, anticipation enveloped the group as you prepared for the trip. Upon arrival, some of you busied yourselves with the erection of tents, the ignition of a campfire, and the preparation of provisions for later.

As the sun descended and darkness enveloped the landscape, a tranquil ambiance settled in... too tranquil.... You were the sole individual to discern the unsettling shift, yet refrained from disclosing your apprehension to the others, knowing they would dismiss your concerns. Sitting close to the fire to warm yourself, a sudden, resounding thud accompanied by a palpable tremor rent the air. My friends and I exchanged anxious glances, a sense of unease washing over us.

Soon, a low growl emanated from the shadows, prompting my friends to leap up and investigate the source of the disturbance. I endeavored to maintain my composure, though I trembled with trepidation. Turning around, I beheld a colossal creature adorned with a deer's skull, its body a grotesque assemblage of unfamiliar organisms. Revulsion gripped me as we collectively speculated about the nature of the beast, which merely fixated on us with an unsettling gaze. Panic ensued, and we fled in unison, though some became separated and veered down disparate paths, while others veered into the more obscure trails. In our frantic escape, it became increasingly apparent that this creature was a skinwalker, and it was pursuing... you....