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Chris's POV

The silver moon had risen into the star ridden sky, the long lonely road ahead was dark as my brother drove through the thick woodland. The woods reminded me of the illustrations in my Brothers Grimm fairytale book, mysterious yet shrouded with natural beauty. Misty fog drifted through the ancient trees, creating a horror movie atmosphere.

"Why did you take the short cut?" I asked my brother as I peered out the front passenger window, gazing between the spooky looking forest to the night sky.

"Because it's a shot cut, it's just taking a little longer," he replied with a slight smirk, his attention on the road ahead. "Besides, it's the scenic route."

I raised an eyebrow as I turned my gaze at him. Oh yeah very scenic, counting that the sun was gone and its freezing cold outside, typical weather in the northeastern part of the United States.

"It's night time stupid," I said whilst removing my baseball cap, giving my brown hair a quick ruffle. "You can't see anything."

Sighing, I clamped my cap back on my head, twisting the tongue at a right angle. A yawn escaped my mouth as I did so.

"Get some sleep, I'll wake you up when we get there" said Dean, in an attempt to silence me.

"I'm not tired" I answered, rubbing my eyes with my right hand.

My brother gave me a quick yeah right expression, causing me to roll my eyes at him. Not wanting to argue with him I simply tucked my legs up and huddled into my red hooded sweater, my eyes succumbing to fatigue.

Dean's POV

Finally the kid was asleep. She had been holding it in for hours and now she had managed to give into herself and let her brain rest. I glanced at her now and again as I continued to drive through the forest, when suddenly a dark figure darted out in front of the car.

"What the hell!" I cursed, swerving to avoid whatever it was, causing the kid to wake up in the process.

The car lurched forward, colliding with an oak tree. Chris moved in unison with sudden movement, cracking her forehead on the dashboard. Everything halted, smoke rose from the hood of my Impala.

"Shit!" I cursed, wincing slightly as I shifted in my position.

Chris let out a moan as a grimace washed across her face, her head lagging forward.

"Baby, you okay?" I asked, trying to reach out to her "Are you hurt?"

She continued to whine in pain, bringing a shaking hand to her bruised forehead.

"Your head? Does it hurt bad?" I inquired, to which she shook her head whilst blinking rapidly like a camera lens. "I wish I had some ice for you. Ya think you're gonna be okay?"

The kid sat up slowly before wincing, adjusting her baseball cap to the right angle again.

"I'll be fine," she replied with a grunt, dusting herself off. "What the hell happened anyway?"

I gave her an unsure glance. The kid always looked to me for answers to everything, she had been doing so ever since she could talk.

"Don't know, something pretty big came into the middle of the road and I swerved to miss it," I answered. "We hit the tree instead of whatever it was."

Frowning in discomfort, she peered out the window in order to scan for the identity of what made us crash.

"Was it an animal?" she asked curiously as she gazed out the window, her back facing me.

I shrugged in response. What am I? Google? I don't have the answers to everything.

"I'm not sure, but whatever it was, it was pretty big," I answered. "I want you to stay in the car while I go check the damage. Stay here."

It's like dealing with a disobedient puppy most times when Chris is involved. Thankfully she isn't hyperactive anymore, her battery died out two years ago.

Opening the car door, we picked up the sound of rustling bushes and the howling wind. A scraping sound followed. I closed the door again.

"What's that noise?" asked Chris, a worried expression in her green eyes which made her appear innocent again.

The scraping could still be heard, getting closer and closer, the wind screaming loudly.

"Get in the backseat," I instructed my little sister, to which she nodded and slowly clambered into the back of the car. "Stay down and stay hidden. Understand?"

Peeking up from her hiding position, Chris nodded. The fear in her eyes couldn't be ignored.

"Uh huh" she answered, trembling with worry.

Cautiously I climbed out the car. The damage to my car was minor thankfully. The noises got louder as I traveled towards the trunk of the car. A loud thumping sound joined into the chorus of wailing wind and scraping. A shiver went up my spine, and when I spun around I came into contact with the face of a wrinkled hag with long gray hair. Without warning she clubbed me across the head with a large stone bat. The last thing I heard was Chris screaming my name.

Chris's POV

My God! What the hell was that thing! What did it do to my brother! The creature ventured forward, hopping out of something, her black cape swooping behind her. Next thing I knew was that I was being dragged out of the car, kicking and screaming. No matter how hard I tried, I could not escape from this ugly hag.

Then I saw it. A large mortar made of stone, decorated with moss, and beside it was a huge pestle. No. It was just a Russian legend. She couldn't be real. There was no such thing as Baba Yaga. It was a story. With a final swoop of her cloak, I was plunged into darkness.

Enter the new storyline, the russian folktale of the infamous Baba Yaga.

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