It was supposed to be a peaceful weekend getaway, a chance for Sarah and her friends to escape the stresses of their daily lives and reconnect with nature.
They rented a remote cabin in the woods, miles away from civilization, with nothing but trees and wildlife for miles around.
At first, everything seemed perfect. They spent their days hiking, swimming in the nearby lake, and roasting marshmallows over the campfire at night. But as the sun began to set on their second day, strange things started to happen.
They heard rustling in the bushes outside the cabin, but when they went to investigate, there was nothing there. The fire flickered and danced, casting ominous shadows on the walls of the cabin. And then they heard it - a low, guttural growl that seemed to come from deep within the forest.
Sarah and her friends tried to brush it off as their imaginations running wild, but the feeling of unease lingered. As the night wore on, things only got worse. They heard footsteps outside, but when they looked, there was no one there. The door to the cabin creaked open, but no one was on the other side.
And then they saw it - a figure lurking in the shadows, with eyes that glowed like embers in the darkness. They screamed and ran, but there was nowhere to go. The woods were too dense, the path too treacherous. The figure pursued them relentlessly, always just out of sight.
By the time they reached the cabin, they were gasping for air, their hearts pounding in their chests. They huddled together, afraid to move or even breathe, as the figure circled the cabin, scratching at the walls with long, bony fingers.
As the figure circled the cabin, Sarah and her friends huddled together in fear, trying to think of a way to escape. Suddenly, the cabin shook as if hit by an earthquake, and the door burst open with a deafening crash.
Out of the darkness, a man appeared, brandishing a shotgun. He shouted for Sarah and her friends to follow him, and they scrambled to their feet and ran after him, heedless of the danger that lay ahead.
They burst out of the cabin and into the woods, running as fast as they could with the man leading the way. Behind them, they heard the figure howl in rage, and the sound sent chills down their spines.
Finally, after what felt like hours of running, they burst out of the woods and into a clearing, where a truck was parked, waiting for them. The man motioned for them to get in, and they piled into the back, gasping for breath.
As the truck roared away, Sarah and her friends looked back at the woods, wondering what kind of horror they had just escaped. But the man only shook his head and said, "You don't want to know what's out there. Trust me, it's better to forget."
And so they did, trying to put the memory of that night behind them. But every now and then, when they were alone in the dark, they heard the faint growl of the figure in the woods, and they knew that some horrors were impossible to forget.
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