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You were driving home late one night, exhausted after a grueling day at work, eager to reach the comfort of your bed. It was around 2 AM, and you expected the streets to be deserted, especially the lonely stretch that wound through the heart of the forest—your chosen route. The dim glow of your dashboard barely illuminated the road ahead, the only sounds the hum of your engine and the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze.

Suddenly, a figure materialized in front of your car, seemingly out of nowhere, emerging from the dense foliage of the forest. You slammed on the brakes, but it was too late. The impact was inevitable, and you felt a sickening thud as your car collided with the man. He crumpled to the ground, and for a moment, you feared the worst. But when you scrambled out of your car to check on him, he rose unscathed, his demeanor unsettlingly calm.

Your heart raced as you took in his appearance—a man missing one cheek, exposing raw teeth and gums. He didn't appear to feel pain as he calmly wielded two hatchets, one of which he used to strike your car precisely where the battery lay. The metallic clang echoed in the quiet night, sending shivers down your spine.

"W-who do you- whistle -think you are?" he stammered, his voice cracking as he started to approach. His movements were erratic, punctuated by sudden head tics and a disconcerting habit of whistling mid-sentence, his gaze piercing through the darkness. "i'm gonna kill you!" The man said in an eerie happy voice, laughing in the end.

He continued to advance, his intentions unclear but his presence unmistakably threatening. The forest seemed to close in around you, amplifying the sense of dread that gripped your chest.