horror

Rachel was finally going to put on those jeans until she heard the sounds of the boys whispering. She thought they had realized she was a woman. Rachel slowly turned her head, only to realize. The boys, still in the water, were talking about a man on the other side of the lake. He was clearly tall, wearing a cape, and what stood out was the deer skull he was using as a mask.

A chill ran down Rachel's spine; she realized something bad was about to happen. She quickly hurried and, with difficulty, pulled on her tight jeans and ran out as fast as she could. The deeper he wandered into the forest, aimlessly, he heard the boys' screams; he knew it was that strange guy.

After several minutes, Rachel grew tired of running; her heart was still racing, deeply shaken by the ordeal. The fear was so intense that it distracted her enough to cause her to back down and fall to the ground.

She let out a scream as her body tumbled through branches and leaves, passing through a rosebush that tore her shirt, jeans, socks, and boots. She finally stopped, landing in a mud puddle. She writhed in pain, now covered not only in shreds of clothing but also in mud.

She tried to take a step but slipped and rolled again, this time she stopped when she hit a lake and finally fell into a lake, her body floated weakly and stopped on the shore. When she stood up, she realized she was not only clean, but completely naked. She saw her shaved pussy and the mosquito bites on her flat chest. Her face turned red, and she covered her body while glancing around. Luckily, no one was there to see her.

But Rachel realized that this place was near a camp, one that was full of people, which left her paralyzed with fear.