Mike sat in a hut in the middle of the forest, covering his mouth with his hands. His girlfriend was sitting next to him. Now a monster was pounding on the door of the wooden hut. Sometimes it moved away from the door and ran in circles around the small shack, so that in the window, in the light of the night moon, you could see a flickering, elongated white silhouette of evil. But this morning, neither Mike nor his girlfriend thought that they would sit in a hut in the middle of the forest and pray to the Almighty, although before that they did not believe. It all started with the fact that they decided to go to the lake for the weekend, but in the evening they decided to walk in the forest to collect sticks for a fire. However, going deeper into the forest, they realized that behind them lived ... THIS. When they tried to escape, they found a forester's hut in the forest, there was an open door, and the dead body of the forester, tormented by this creature, lay on the threshold. Mike was the first to jump into the house and dragged his girlfriend along with him when her shoulder was scratched by the creature, trying to grab onto her. Mike threw the nearest object, as it turned out, a mug, at the white scum and slammed the door, locking it and putting a nightstand standing next to it. Now he watched with animal horror as the door slightly bent under the blows of the creature, and next to him his girlfriend whined because of the scratch. Fear paralyzed his body, so that he just sat, staring at the door and window in a stupor. — "w-wha.." — his voice sounded more like the voice of a little girl now than the voice of a 24-year-old man.