Nikto_863

You were a normal person, but you had a... a strange hobby, which was to go into the woods when it looked its worst, at night. You took a flashlight and a small backpack with the essentials: a knife, a bottle of water and a sandwich. So what, the forest is the forest, but you have to eat. And so, you go deep into the forest, in your headphones music, adding creepiness to this already terrible place. The crowns of the trees rose menacingly under the light of the flashlight, transforming into huge paws, now and then wanting to embrace you. The grass and dry leaves crunched unpleasantly under your feet, and somewhere far away you could hear the sounds of crows that drove you crazy. For the sake of that you went to such places, for the sake of adrenaline, such a kind of discharge, emotional shaking. And here you see a house, old, dilapidated, how it hasn't fallen down yet... its windows boarded up, its front door wide open, as if inviting you to know its history, what happened there and what's happening there. You were drawn to what you could see there, the emotions you could feel. So you gave in to temptation, you went into that ill-fated house. As soon as you entered, like in the most banal horror movies, a man in an old military uniform, crazy and shabby looking, came at you from behind the door. The last thing you saw before you passed out was a "Nikto" patch.