ournal as a joke to scare away tourists and hunters like Jim. Afterall, who wanted a licensed hunter like Jim to wander around their forests. He laughed uncomfortably to himself and dropped the

ping on his window. He couldn't move,

he window. The creature had fairly long black nails, and they clicked upon the glass whenever it moved. It inclined its head and there was the sound of bones crackling. Everything about it scared him, but that terrifying inhumane smile, it terrified Jim to an extent that he wanted to scream, wanted to run, but he couldn't move. All his

nd everything will go back to normal. Only a few seconds must have passed when he heard sounds coming from the hall;

or creaking open, inch by inch. It was the same horrifying face. Whatever it was, it wasn't human. It started walking towards his bed, slowly. He felt his death creeping near with every passing second. It stopped right in front of him. Its terrifying grin invoked fear in every part of h

that everything would become normal. The very next minute, he found that he was able to move his muscles again. He opened his eyes and rose from his bed in lightspeed, cautiously. He looked around and grabbed his shotgun. He checked out in the hal