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Fred was alone in the dark woods, his sweats dropping like blood. Oh! It was his blood not sweat, he had been cut by the axe of the ‘Janitor’ which was meant to hack off his left arm, he got lucky. Lucky must be the word for Fred, he was whimpering has he was dragging his badly wounded body along the woods. He started thinking of six hours ago.

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Six hours ago, Fred and his 4 friends were safe and sound. They had planned to come to Woodsworth forest for their vacation, the forest had been abandoned for long and only meant for the experienced hunters. There had been rumors that a serial killer known as ‘Janitor’ lurks around the woods. It was all Jade’s idea to come this deep in the woods. Jade and his girlfriend Lydia, Bob and Cynthia and then he tagged along because there would be booze, loud music and plenty of smoking.

To Fred it was his gate-away from his recent breakup with Nancy, how he wished she was here now to be slaughtered like a lamb. They got to the woods early and Cynthia was the one that asked them to go deep into the woods, she said her grand-pa has a house near a lake there. The idea of messing around in a house with actual beds made the couples eager to find the house.

They had stopped to make camp when it was dark and Cynthia seem to be confused about the way. They had come with a stereo which was loud as hell, they made a mini-bonfire and drank while the music was blazing. Lydia had noticed some rustling in the nearby bush, she told Jade but he was already deep in the groove and did not pay attention. Bob had gone to take a leak (empty his bladder) when his head popped up beside the camp fire, the Janitor had relieved Bob’s neck from the duty of holding the head.

The ladies cried out, panicked and ran into the bush giving the Janitor the grace of picking them up one by one since he knows this bush better than anyone. Jade was the next to meet the Janitor, he was hiding from a tree not far from where Fred was. Fred saw the killer first and signaled to Jade to duck or run but he was not paying attention, he was way too scared when Janitor hacked off his legs, then his arms. Fred witnessed it all and froze to see his childhood pal killed like a farm animal.

Fred disappeared into the woods and started running, when he ran into Cynthia. She almost screamed thinking she had bumped into the Janitor. He needed to close her mouth with his palm, Cynthia hugged him out of fear. He could feel her body trembling while his was also shaking, their trembling bodies almost synched before they knew it is time to find the house if they are to have a chance of surviving.

The forest was dead silent but they could still hear the stereo’s music after they are far from the scene with many meters. Cynthia was leading Fred, the both of them were with teary eyes and they dared not cry out. Cynthia then stepped on a human skull, almost immediately a cry was heard. It was Lydia’s! The janitor got to her and did what he was good at. They both listened as the cry of anguish was followed by sound of axe pounding, her tone was very disturbing. Fred & Cynthia had to stop, hugged themselves before setting on the quest to find the house.

Cynthia was sure the house was up ahead, and they marched on. All of a sudden Cynthia stepped on an animal trap, the trap must have been for a big animal because it hooked Cynthia’s leg to the ground and she could not move. Out of agony she let cried out, screaming “Fred!”. He was left with no choice than to push a clothing in her mouth for her to bite while he tried to free her.

“Swoosh!” the Janitor’s axe came flying down, it must have missed his arm but it did a lot of damage on the arm. But he ran for his life leaving Cynthia to the mercy of the killer, he had no choice was how Fred was consoling himself. Before he left, the Janitor was hooked with another trap just beside where Fred had stepped. Fred did not look back to check how bad the damage was to the janitor, now he wished he did.

Now there he was trying to get to the house, he had seen it from afar. Fred made it there at last, he rolled and dragged himself inside the house. His mind was pumping blood four times as fast, if the janitor could follow him he would be easy to find. He laid down right where he was and tried to close his eyes.

Just as he was about to find peace in his sleep, he heard the knock of a metal at the door!

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