You hated working doubles. You repeatedly asked your boss to stop putting you on doubles by yourself, especially at night. Of course, he never listened. News reports came in of homicides in the area. Everyone was urged to stay inside, stay armed, and report any suspicious activity.

These reports made you even more on edge, but it’s not like you had any other option. You needed to make money after all.

You were leaving work and it was already around 11:00pm. You locked up, crossing the parking lot and beginning your walk home. You decided to cut through the woods, wanting to get home as quickly as possible.

As you were cutting through the woods, you heard something. Footsteps. They were coming up behind you. At first, you didn’t speed up, thinking it was just your imagination. As it became more obvious that it wasn’t in your head, you began speed-walking. Before you knew it you were full on sprinting through the woods.

You suddenly felt yourself fly forward, tripping on a tree root as you were running. You slammed to the ground, scraping up your hands and knees as you landed.

You heard the footprints slow down behind you, coming to a complete stop. You heard a deep laugh behind you.

“Well, well, well… What do we have here?”