Daniel kept running, his lungs burning for air. The thick forest and shadows led him away. He finally escaped the Killhouse. He thought it was only fictional but only there was something more sinister about the story,it was real. The bloodcurling scream coming from all around him, blood covered his hands, face and knees. He didn’t know how far he could get, he didn’t care. he found an abandoned shack. He ran in and closed the door behind him, keeping his eyes on the handle. He turned around and to his horror to find his family hanging in a row from the ceiling. A bloody note containing a number attached to their bodies with hunting knives through the chest. Daniel fell to his knees in front of the empty hanging noose next to his dad. Suddenly there was a violent smash against the door. He was coming for him. His time was almost up. He would never go back. Daniel slipped the noose over his head and stepped on the stool. The door crashed open. “Fuck you.” Daniel whispered, kicking the stool away.