Tyrone, with his finger poised behind the trigger of his M-16, waited patiently for the figure.

His instincts were telling him that whatever this thing was, it sure as hell wasn’t Kisha.

Just then, the figure leapt across the path. It was a baby fawn, followed by her mother.

“Aww look how precious,” Alicia said, smiling.

“I knew it was a deer,” Drake commented. “I could see it through the bushes.”

“Why the hell didn’t you speak up then!” Tyrone answered furiously.

“Dude, I thought you knew,” Drake replied, fighting to hold back his laughter.

“That’s the first time I saw a deer in real life,” Tyrone said as he moved his M-16 selector switch back to safe. “How the hell would I have known?”

“Hey, you two,” Alicia intervened anxiously. “Can we get moving? We don’t have that much time left.”

Tyrone nodded, and the three were once again on the move.


“This is bullshit! Serious bullshit!” Kisha yelled as she sat in an old, dirty stall, in what she guessed was the old restroom.

She had been hiding out there for about two hours and planned to spend the rest of the night there, until this whole nightmare was over. There was no way she’d be discovered in there.

“Why did Tyrone drag me along? Why did I even agree to come?!” Kisha thought to herself. “I hate the woods, I hate bugs, and I hate freaking zombie ghosts!”

She had heard someone right outside the restroom a little while ago, but couldn’t muster up enough courage to go see who it was. She desperately wanted to yell out for help, but thought better of it for two reasons. One, she was really pissed off at Tyrone and didn’t want to see his face right now; and two, it could have been that Jason guy that Jenny was telling her about. Either way, she didn’t want to risk taking the chance.

Then she really freaked out when she heard the door open and someone walked in. Luckily for her, she had decided to hide in the stall just minutes earlier, and whoever it was walked right back out.

With a sigh, she sat back and started to read some of the graffiti on the stall door. It was hard to read, but she made out something that looked like ’40 yards to the outhouse’ signed by some name she couldn’t read.

“Ha!” She said aloud. “These kids could have thought of something better than that.”

Her fear was quickly replaced by boredom as she leaned back and hummed one of her favorite classic songs: “Why do you build me up, build me up, buttercup…”

She was trying to make herself feel better and pass the time until some damn real man rescued her.

Still humming, she noticed a bug crawling around on the floor.

Screaming, she hurriedly stepped on it with a crunch.

Realizing she broke her silence, she quickly covered her mouth. Damnit, she thought. I am supposed to be hiding! She thought nothing of it until she noticed the bug she squashed was a ladybug.

Then she remembered when she was a kid, her mom used to tell her never to kill a ladybug, because it would bring her bad luck.

“Welp, I think my streak of bad luck can’t get any worse,” she mumbled to herself.

Just as she said that, she heard the restroom door open again with a slow, eerie creak.

Just as the door closed, Kisha peered out the crack in the stall and couldn’t see anyone. However, she could hear footsteps, and they were slowly making their way toward her stall.

She tried even harder to see through the crack, hoping to see Tyrone’s face looking back at her. Instead, she was horrified to see a white hockey mask a few feet away staring directly at her.

Kisha quickly jumped back, with her back against the side of the stall.

“Oh my god! It can’t be,” she thought to herself.

She quickly looked back through the opening, but this time she saw nothing.

“What the hell?” she thought as she frantically searched the area for any sign of that man.

“Shit, why did I have to be so damn stubborn? Why did I leave the safety of the group? Why? Why?” she thought to herself as she once again had her back to the side of the wall praying for help.

“Please Tyrone, help me,” she whispered as tears began to roll down her face.

Just then, a hand shot out from the other side of the stall, and Kisha screamed for her life.

The slimy hand grabbed her by the head and brought her entire body through the side of the stall.

However, Jason only pulled her halfway through the stall, just enough to shatter the old, deteriorated wood, leaving behind only the sharp, teeth-like shards of wood.

Then, all at once, Jason forced her body down onto the shards, piercing her back and plunging them straight through her heart.

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