You take a final look at the cabin, then turn back to the forest.

Just then, something bursts out from behind a distant tree.

It looks like a small child, in a bright red hooded cape, running away at speed.

Hey wait, you cry out as you start to give chase.

You fight desperately to keep up, swatting branches away, and leaping over the undergrowth

as the child keeps on ahead of you, swirving in the doubt of the trees, but soon you're

reeling them in, and finally, just when you think you can't run anymore, the child stops.

Hey, you call out again, as they stand still with their back toward you, their head shrouded

in that big red hood.

What's your name, you ask, because you draw closer?

You know the way out of here, and now you are only meters away.

Even with their back toward you, you can see their chest heaving up and down.

As tentatively, they pull down their hood to reveal a matted cascade of hair.

Then slowly, they begin to turn around.

You gasp in terror, at the oddly waxy and rigid, childlike face of the thing that now stands

before you, and barely notice the movement of its hand, shooting out toward your stomach.

Then you feel the sting, and see the rip in your t-shirt.

Lifting it up, you look down in horror, at the fine etching in your skin.

Then at the sharp claw of the figure's hand, now held out in front of you.

Then the blood appears, seeping out of the cut.

And soon it is gushing from your belly, as the incision slowly begins to expand.

You grab at it with your hands, trying desperately to keep it closed, but you can only look on

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