[i]Storytober: Day 13[/i]
[i]Phobia: Nyctohylophobia aka the fear of the woods at night[/i]

I hate walking into the woods late at night. Ever since that incident I just can't go into the woods. I remember everything so clearly. That man staring me down before charging at me. Sometimes late at night, if I look out the window, I see him staring up at me. I wish he'd leave me alone. He seems to want me but for what?