The End to Piece One

Ok - well, I'll go with the first comment - which was a twist. Let's see what I can do.

Eyes wide, Nick trips on an upturned root, slamming into the ground. Rolling over onto his back he searches the woods for the figure.

The Figure lands on top of Nick, pinning his shoulders to the ground. Struggling, Nick cannot break free of the Figure's grasp. The figure locks eyes with Nick, staring at him, breathing hot, moist air onto his face. Its mouth open, inches above Nick's face, drips saliva down onto Nick's brow. Oozing down the side of his face, Nick shutters.

As the Figure's jaws close around Nick's face, he closes his eyes and let's out a blood curdling SCREAM.

Opening his eyes, Nick sits up in bed, drenched in cold sweat. Moonlight shines in through his bedroom window, dividing his room in half with a white line.

Shaking his head, Nick shivers, wiping the sweat off his brow. He throws his covers off his legs, attempting to cool off.

Sitting on the edge of his bed, Nick rubs his eyes and yawns. Blinking, Nick rubs his eyes again, wiping something out of them.

Nick stares at his hands in the dark. Leaning over, he flips on his bedroom light.

Nick looks down - his hands, legs, and feet are covered in mud, fragments of leaves, and dried blood.