You’re walking out alone with just a flashlight in the woods by your house at night. You grow weary, and full of dread, that someone’s eyes are following you. You heard that there was some kind of strange cult-like gathering of the mentally insane in some abandoned house in the middle of the woods.. and you are no puss. But you feel the sudden urge to run back home. The air freezes, and your blood runs cold. He is watching you, and you know it