Warren huffed as he cut away the vines and trees in front of him. Stars twinkled brightly overhead. He was so close… he could feel it. Nervous sweat streamed down from his scruffy brown hair and into his short stubble.

Quickly checking his compass, he noted that he was going in the right direction. But, for some reason, he felt that he should turn back, like he was going the wrong way. He shook the feeling away, knowing that it was only the fear emanating from the Revenant. He could not trust his feelings. They were being twisted and manipulated as he trekked on.

After what seemed like hours, he came upon a large field. At last, he had found the Revenant's grove. The long grass at his feet swayed in the slight breeze. Warren stepped out into the grove. Catching his breath, he looked around for the haunting Revenant.

Walking farther out into the open, there was a noticeable drop of temperature. Warren spun around, his eyes searching everywhere in the grove. He brushed his shaggy hair out of his eyes and popped his knuckles, preparing what he could for his upcoming battle with unmistakable fear. Although Warren was waiting for something to happen, he jumped in fright when he heard a twig snap from across the grove. Spinning, Warren spotted a dull grey light growing from where he heard the sound.

As Warren watched the grey spot grow larger, he could feel the emanating fear pierce his very soul and being. This was it, this was the reason he was in this terrifying grove. Warren readied himself and tensed his muscles. He honestly didn't know what would happen, but he knew he would succeed… he HAD to succeed, for his brother. If Warren failed, his brother, Dale, would come looking for him and would parish the same way Warren would. That is why failure is not an option…

The Revenant seemed to be floating off the ground. He was wearing old farmer's clothing and had dark grey splotches all over his face which must have been blood from when he was living. He had eerie, sagging skin, which showed his matured age.

Warren decided to meet the Revenant half way because the Revenant was very slow. He seemed to float across the ground like a turtle crawled. Warren began jogging towards the horrifying creature. Using his easy energy, Warren had quickly begun to cross the grove but as the two grew closer, Warren found his legs to stop cooperating. His sudden leg failure was not because of his energy lessening, actually, Warren felt like he could run for miles. What stopped his legs was the sudden fear that seemed to engulf him. It froze his muscles. He couldn't speak. He couldn't even close his eyes to look away from the frightening scene before him.

The evil Revenant ever so slowly floated towards him. His eyes reflecting like dark fire, stealing its way into Warren's unmovable eyes. After what seemed like eternity, the Revenant was merely 5 feet away. The closer he got to Warren, the more Warren froze. All he could do was watch in cold terror.

Even though his body couldn't move, his mind was running. He just hoped he could escape. He needed to get home to tell Dale what would happen. To tell the caretaker what was out here. But he couldn't. He was trapped. The Revenant reached out its frail hand. The fear for Warren was now unbearable. Black clouded his vision… He began to fade away… The last thing Warren saw was the rusty nail sticking out of its wrinkly, bloody neck…