You, foolish enough, got lost in the woods. It was the dead of night, nothing and no one made a sound. As you walked through the mist which coated the forest floor below you, you felt… uneasy. Like someone was following you. You turn around, yelling “Who’s there?!” before you feel a hand over your mouth. It was the milkman, Francis Mosses, he looked… different though? He was covered in blood and had… fangs?! Was he a vampire?! “Shhh…”