It's just your imagination. Hold still and fully catch your breath

From Create Your Own Story

You look around you. You can't see anything except the darkness and the mist. You tell yourself you got away from whoever, or whatever, made the branch break, and now you're just seeing things. Your imagination is playing tricks on you. This is understandable, since you are naked and running for your life through the woods at night, and someone is trying to kill you, but it is a pain. You need to stay calm, if you can. More panicking won't get you out of this. You need to think, to find a way to survive.

You take in air in huge gasping breaths, panting, recovering after your panic-stricken flight. Gradually, your breathing returns to normal. You hug yourself, wrapping your arms around your body in an effort to keep warm. You have to figure out what to do next.

You peer out at the darkness. Has the shadow moved? Has it changed? You aren't sure there really is a shadow, but at the same time, there does seem to be something out there.

You hear another twig break. This one is right behind you. It occurs to you that this killer isn't normal, may not even be human. He may not have to run after you to chase you.

Before you can react, someone grabs you from behind, wrapping a powerful forearm tightly around your throat and pulling you backwards.

"Hello, my most favorite prey," a voice says in your ear.

You shriek in agony as the creep stabs you in the back with his machete. You watch in horror as the tip of the blade, soaked in your blood, rips open your belly and sticks out in the air.

Then the creep jerks the blade upward, ripping, tearing, cutting.

"Goodbye, my most favorite prey," are the last words you hear.

Slasher's Body Count:
Live:No one
Dead:Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie, You