Mae woke up to the sound of her phone receiving a text. She sat up and grabbed it. Gregg had sent her a text a few hours ago, and then a second one just now. Mae checked the time. It was a bit before nine, meaning it was almost time to leave and chase the guy. Thanks, Gregg.

"hey mae sorry about arguing earlier. i didnt mean to get so loud and angry im just worried about you cuz it doesnt seem like your doing well"

"please dont just ignore me mae. i apologized and explained myself what else do you want?"

So Gregg was sorry, huh? It didn't really seem like it. It felt hollow and fake. But maybe that was just her being "insane" or a "homicidal maniac". Mae left him on read.

Mae didn't want to be a jerk or anything, but she was genuinely pissed. It felt like none of her friends really cared about her. Everyone thought she was crazy and wrong all of the time. She was never believed or considered. It was always that what she'd said was always wrong or impossible or stupid or whatever. Now, she'd finally be able to prove herself right. Mae made her way into the bathroom and carefully snuck out out of the window in there. The window in her room didn't open and was too high up, anyway.

Mae's feet hit the ground and, after making sure she couldn't be seen from inside the house, began to look around for the figure. He was halfway obfuscated by a tree in the distance. Once he had been spotted by Mae, he began to walk away. Mae began to chase after the guy, being sure to not trip on anything.

The figure appeared to be simply walking away, yet Mae couldn't seem to catch up no matter how fast she went. Mae tried to take a few pictures, but they were too dark and blurry to decipher anything from them. She'd have to wait for the guy to stop like he did at the mine. Hopefully without the whole bashing her in the head thing, though.

Seeing as how the figure always seemed a fixed distance away from Mae no matter her speed, she decided to slow down and just walk. She'd get there regardless. It was, however, even more humid out this night. Certainly it would rain soon, which was further shown by the many puffy clouds above Mae that hid the moon, only allowing a slight, blurred light to show the way. Once they entered the woods it was practically pitch black. If Mae hadn't had her flashlight she wouldn't have been able to see a thing.

Mae really liked being out here in the woods, and with it being cold and dark and spooky it felt like it was already Halloween. It was a shame that this guy she was following was kind of making it too real. Once again cult shit was happening and she was in the woods and her friends didn't believe her. Everything was the same again.

Then, the figure stopped, again at the mine. This damned mine. Why did it matter so much? Why did it always seem to be the place for this shit to happen around? She wished she could just burn it to the ground, which she couldn't really do since it was in the ground, but still.

The figure stood in the clearing, facing Mae, yet not approaching or speaking or pulling out an axe with which to kill her. So, Mae took her opportunity and shot some pictures. They came out clear, fortunately. However, in the flash of her phone she could just barely see the figure's face. And she recognized it. The terrible scaring and blackness covering it. This had to be the goat guy from the mine. The one that tried to tell her to kill and seemed to lead all of the cultists. He was still alive.

Mae stared down at the phone in her hands and the picture displayed on it. It was him. Mae quickly looked up to see the goat. He was walking away, towards the mine. Mae whipped her phone up again to take a video, hoping to get as much proof as possible. This would have to convince her friends. She had to keep this guy from ruining everything. Mae would have to save her friends again. Or at least try.

The figure continued to walk towards the mine, making his way over to the now collapsed entrance. He refused to be affected by this, however, as he continued to walk until he had completely gone through the rubble blocking the entrance. He had walked through a wall.

Mae, stunned, slowly moved her finger to end the video. She stared at the entrance and thought. He couldn't have, could he? Mae slowly walked towards the rubble, and indeed, the entrance was completely covered with rubble. He'd walked through a wall. He could walk through walls. The cultists were right about what they had said.

Mae watched the video, and yet again, she was with her own eyes as the goat simply went through the rubble as if nothing was there. She was dumbfounded before suddenly feeling a rush of energy and concentration as adrenaline flooded her system. This guy was out to get her and her friends. She had to do something. She began to sprint through the woods, heading towards her house. She had to tell everyone as soon as possible.

She had snuck back into the house the same way she left it, although arguably more difficult this time. She rushed to her room and began to hurriedly text her friends the pictures and the video. She was simply too worried to wait until the next day. She had to tell everyone immediately.

The first to respond was Gregg.

"what is this"

"this is what i was talking about! the guy in the woods! the reason you thought i died!"

"oh"

"what?! is this not like really important?!?!? its the goat cultist guy and hes still alive!"

"oh thats what that is. jesus ok. alright and not saying this isnt a big deal but we should talk about this tomorrow ok"

"but he could be trying to kill us right now greggory!"

"ok ok i know but me and angus are tired"

"its like nine fifteen"

"shut up and let me enjoy time with my bf. goodnight mae see you tomorrow"

Mae grumbled and put down her phone. Bea hadn't answered yet so chances were she wasn't gonna answer at all. Mae lied down on her bed. This was happening again, huh? Well, third time's the charm as they say. Mae closed her eyes, forgetting that she still had her shoes on, and fell asleep, somehow still terribly tired despite her nap earlier. Sleep had overtaken her for the night despite her anxiety. She would see them tomorrow.