The trees line up in uniform, one after another with only a few feet inbetween them. It's fascinating how they all intermingle with each other, you get the funny idea that maybe they communicate to each other. The longer you walk the more sinister the woods become. More twisted and entangled, if it weren't for the moon light guiding you above you would get lost in these woods, never to be seen from again.

You are only walking for a minute or two but you can feel the hairs on the back of your neck perk up. It feels like someone is watching you, stalking your every move, yet completely invisible to the naked eye. It's more exciting than it is threatening, maybe you were always the final girl. Picking up the pace, you go from a brisk walk to a sprint. You can hear the violins screeching in your ears. The sound of broken twigs following closely after. The sprint turns into a run, at some point you trip and fall on your feet. Eyes clinched as you face your demise, waiting for the end. Nothing happens. You open your eyes. Nothing is behind you.

No matter how far you go it circles back to where the cabin and RV meet. It's a bummer of a sight, the thrill of the chase is over.