To start off; I know that a few others have written their views on the promo and it sort of made me want to. Uh, I'm not to great at horror, so remember that when you're reading and think it's horrible(:

Okay, on with the story.

"And they say, to this very day, she still roams those woods waiting for her killer to return so she can finally get her revenge."

Jake had everyone crowding around the living room on the floor and some on the couch as he told the legend of his cabin. Clare and Alli sat together trembling; everything was quiet, not one sound or move was made.

"You're telling me some chick was butchered in one of these rooms over fifty years ago and you still bought this cabin?" Everyone was brought from their trance as Bianca spoke up.

"Well, my dad said it was just some fake legend, but… I remember things from when I was younger. Things in those woods."

"Jake, stop. You're scaring us." Clare was sitting up now, slightly jittery.

"What? I'm only speaking the truth. I've had encounters here; in the woods when I was a kid."

"Well, shit. This is some party, Martin." Jake smirked at Bianca and laughed slightly.

"It sure is…"

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He wasn't sure if it were his eyes playing tricks on him or if… it was… real.

But the next thing he knew, he was sprinting from that river in the woods. It all blurred before his eyes. Her bloody frame and soulless eyes. The small curl of her lips and her knotted brown hair that rested at her waist and the wounds penetrating her white dress and piercing right through her skin. She was pale, too; deathly pale, the color of paper almost.

He didn't stop to look back and suddenly he felt the gust of cool air crawl up his neck making him shiver. He knew it was her… touching him with her cool hand and breathing down his neck.

He had never ran so fast in his nine years of living and it surprised him that he didn't faint from lack of oxygen.

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Jake Martin never spoke to anyone of that day; he was sworn to secrecy by her. The ghost haunting the woods by his cabin…

She promised him, that if he spoke of it… he would regret it.

Well, tonight will be the night he regrets it…

Very short, I know. But it's just a little prologue to see if you guys would actually be interested in this story. Reviews!