It had been a week. Jackson and Rasher had occupied themselves by fishing, chopping wood, and catching bugs. Rasher seemed jumpy whenever Jackson would make conversation with another resident. Jackson's headaches were completely gone.

That particular day, Rasher and Jackson were chopping down a tree that seemed as stubborn as a donkey. The trunk was as thick as car tires.

They were lounging on their axes, contemplating how to chop down the reluctant tree.

"I have an idea," Rasher exclaimed happily, "What if our axes our too dull for this kind of work? Keep chopping I'll go get a new axe."

"Sure," Jackson replied, the idea seemed fairly good. It was better than standing around all day chopping this tree that refused to fall.

Rasher nodded vigorously and sprinted off like a gazelle towards Tom Nook's dusty old shack that was possibly even sloppier than his own house.

Jackson sighed and went back to work. His back ached. His arms throbbed. But he was determined to finish the job. After what seemed like ages, Rasher had still not returned. The tree was almost down and Jackson was in more pain than he was in when he had the violent headaches.

After hours of backbreaking labor, the tree was on its last legs. It would take only about five more swings of the axe to fell the tree. Finally, with one last master stroke, the tree submitted to Jackson's blows. It fell like a rock.

Jackson was bouncing up and down with excitement. He had finished it without Rasher. The work was finished! Unfortunately, so was Rasher.

The was a bloodcurdling shriek that would make even Chuck Norris cringe. Jackson noticed, with the tree no longer obstructing his view, that Rasher had returned. But not alive. The falling tree had crushed him.

There was something scary. There was no blood, despite the branch piercing Rasher's body. There was no wounds. Rasher looked as though he was still alive...just motionless.

That's when the creepiest part happened. A blue cocoon enveloped Rasher's corpse. It was covered in demented symbols and lines. Without warning, the cocoon turned green as the grass. It slowly melted away into nothing.

Jackson was scared. Nothing like this had happened before. An eerie silence hung over the crime scene

"I see you chopped down the tree," Somebody extremely close whispered, cutting the silence like a knife.

Jackson looked up to see who was speaking to him.

It was Rasher.