Michael couldn’t believe what he had seen this weekend. He, Michelle, Cheryl, and Kyle had gone up into the mountains to have a little fun. Instead, they found hell. Now, Kyle and Michelle were dead. Michael didn’t know what had happened to Cheryl. He hoped she was still alive.
At the moment he was stumbling through the forest, a deep gash in his right arm. It was bleeding profusely, causing pain to shoot through his body. The devil was after him.
He stumbled down deeper into the forest. Suddenly, he realized how lost he was. He turned his head left and right. That’s when it jumped on him.
The body hit him full force from behind. Michael hit the ground hard, smothered by his attacker. He struggled but it was no use. The man, whose face was covered by a zebra mask, was too strong.

The man’s large gloved hands closed around Michael’s neck. Michael tried to breath but he couldn’t. He had always thought drowning would be the worst way to die. But this was. He thrashed around. Then his body was still.