Hunted in the Haunted Forest

They say the forest has a mind of its own…" "In the depths of the forest,

a hunter roamed alone…" Close-up of the hunter's face, sweat glistening,

eyes darting. "But tonight, he wasn't hunting deer." Wide shot of the

hunter aiming his bow, shadows moving in the trees. "He was being hunted."

A sudden rustle in the bushes, the hunter's head snaps to the sound. "Every sound echoed

like a warning…" Quick cuts of the hunter looking around, heart racing; he grips his bow tighter.

"Something primal was lurking, watching…" A fleeting shadow crosses behind him;

he turns, but nothing is there. "He felt the breath of something cold on his neck."