Ok! i'm gettin back in my groove, so maybe this one won't be terrible. Oh, and also this is what happens when you let me watch "The Shinning" 

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The morning was nice and cool today, fall was just beginning but it looked more like early winter. Let me explain, Matthew had invited Arthur and Alfred for a nice getaway in one of his cabins in Manitoba. It was the day after they had arrived and to simplify it, everyone was tired and jet lagged. Arthur was just waking up, still fatigued from the 5 hour long flight. Propping himself up on his hands and he looked around, breathing in the wooden musk of the air. He got up on his feet and joined Matthew and Alfred in the kitchen, he pulled up a chair and rested his arms on the wooden table. Matthew was making eggs while Alfred was on the couch watching TV. 

"What's for breakfast?" he asked, Matthew turned his head and told him," Scrambled eggs, bacon, and pancakes." Arthur nodded, looking out the window, seeing the thicket of sunset burned trees, with yellowish grass complimenting it. "It's so colorful out," he mumbled to himself," Must be nice to see fall without all that drab rain." he mumbled a bit louder to himself. Arthur heard the sliding of ciramic and drew his attention to the table. There were three large plates, each with different food on them, the 1st having scrambled eggs, the second loaded with 9 strips of bacon ("For Alfred presumably"), and finally topped with 6 golden pancakes. 

"Hey Al,  breakfast is ready if you want to eat." Matthew called to him,

"Aight, " Alfred replied back, getting up from the couch and sitting down at the table, taking a pancake, some eggs and 2 strips of bacon. Matthew set 2 glasses of milk in front of them, then afterwards grabbing some food for himself. Arthur grabbed the rest of the food, and stared out the window, eyeing a wild fox walking around the land of the cabin scrounging around for food. 

"What do you guys want to do today?" Matt asked, Arthur shrugged,

"I dunno," Alfred responded, a split second later he asked," Iddn it hunting season Matt?"

"Yeah, " he responded Alfred showed off a smile," Why do/'t we go then, I'm down."

"Alright." Matthew replied, "What about you Art you down?" Alfred asked. Arthur shrugged, "I guess, He got up and put his dish away, "But to warn you two, I'm a lousy shot." Matthew shrugged, "It's fine, the only people who value killing anything out in the woods are rednecks and taxidermists." (Damn that's a good quote, i'm gonna put that on my grave)

A couple hours later the three of them were out in the woods, layers of warm clothing on. Boots and gloves on, to keep their fingers and toes from getting numb (along with them wearing thick socks). 2 scarves and fur hats, and they were on their way into the thicket of trees. When they reached a clearing with a big oak tree Matthew turned to them, "So, do you guys want to split up?" Arthur's eyes widened and color drained from his face, "Well-um-I don't ...uh," Arthur stammered. He didn't know these woods like the other two did, he didn't know every inch of the forest like Matthew, or the locations of all the nests and shelters for all the animals were like Alfred. He didn't know anything really...well aside from how to aim, and shoot. 

"It's fine Art," Alfred said pointing to the thick forest of trees behind them, "You're going to be going...erm" he paused for a moment to think,"South! So just go North, which is in front of you." Matthew nodded, "Yeah it's not hard. And if you get lost just holler, we're the only ones here." So after that they split up, Arthur went forwards, moving slowly as if he was walking on ice. After gaining more confidence in his direction he went to a normal walking pace, looking around he soaked in the peaceful atmosphere. It was like being in another world, completely dominated by nature, not a sound of humanity grazed his ears. -Wait...no he heard something, in the distance, a song, and the distant crackling of a fire. Slowly walking towards the sound he saw through a circle of thick trees another clearing, and people in a circle chanting in a language he didn't know, nor understand.

Eyeing them more closely he saw that it was 3 men and a woman. All with darkly tanned skin and had hair a deep shade of brown, most likely native Canadians or something like that. The woman was chanting in a language he didn't understand. Her face was masked by the skull of a deer, it's face and antlers covered in something he hoped wasn't blood. Her arms were raised above her head as if she was praising the sky. Arthur, dropping to his hands and knees he crawled closer to them. "What on earth are they doing?" he whispered to himself.

After getting as close as he could get, his eyes directed towards the crackling fire that was ablaze, surrounding it was a circle of blood and behind one of the men there was a silhouette of a gutted deer with it's stomach sliced open. It forced Arthur's face into a frown and shook him to the bone, but then again that could be the cold.

The man to the left of the woman handed her some type of small animal a beaver perhaps, while the one to the left gave her a dagger. She kept chanting whilst grabbing both of the items. The woman walked toward the fire. Holding it towards her by the tail she cut the beaver's stomach open. Presenting it to the flames she let it's guts spill out into the fire. As soon as the animal made impact with the fire the flames rose. All the men began chanting as well. The woman looked up to the sky, raising her hands to it like she was praising it. 

Then Arthur did the stupidest thing to blow his cover.

His nose was filled with a burning sensation, which was then followed by a dry sneeze. All of the natives snapped their heads towards the sound; The woman then pointed towards his direction, letting out a bloodcurdling scream. Arthur got up and ran the opposite direction, not even caring if he left anything behind. When he made it to the clearing where he and the others had met. 

"A-ALFRED! MATTHEW!" he called out, "WHERE ARE YOU BOTH!", Arthur heard some rustling in the trees; with his heart racing, Arthur readied his gun, trying to prepared himself for what was to come. 

"Whoa hold your horses cowboy, I mean no harm," Arthur dropped his gun from his shaky grip, it was Alfred. Matthew followed him, coming from the right. 

"H-hey Art, you alright?" Matthew questioned,"You look like you just saw a ghost." Alfred nodded, "Yeah everything alright dude?" Arthur closed his eyes and shook his head,  "N-no, I'm fine...can we, can we just leave?" He asked in a pleading voice. Alfred and Matthew looked at each other, Matthew nodded, "Sure, let's go." 

After their long walk back to the cabin the sun was already setting behind the trees. Matthew started a fire while Alfred started making dinner. Arthur really didn't feel hungry, his encounter with those natives really shook him up. Why were they doing that...ritual out in the middle of the woods? Why did the woman scream at him when they found him out? And most importantly, why did they have to gut a deer and a beaver and have the woman wear a deer skull for a mask? He slowly trudged his way to the room where he was sleeping, hiding himself under his covers he drifted off into a deep sleep.

Arthur had a particularly frightening nightmare that evening. He was in the middle of the woods again seeing the ritual, except if felt more....culty this time. They were all dressed in traditionally clothed, the fire was letting out large wisps of smoke , the male to her left was dressed like a shaman. The woman's dress was a plain brown, adorned with fringe, turquoise, and beads of the like, still wearing the deer skull. They were all dancing in a circle around the fire, making the flames rise higher and higher; dead carcasses of animals surrounded them, they were all screeching in Ojibwe. Arthur just watched this time, silently observing it, they then looked at him. He didn't do anything, he just stood there, seemingly acting like an inanimate object. Still and silent. 

The woman walked through the flames towards him, when she was about 2 feet away from him she began to take off her mask. When it was fully off her face was caked with blood and dark mud; the woman's eyes were dark hollow voids, she opened her mouth and a screech escaped it, it was higher pitched then last time, like nails on a chalkboard, with it being so ear piercing that it woke him up with a start. 

Arthur looked around his room seeing the dim light surround him, he wiped his face of sweat with his hand. Yet he felt something else wet take it's place. He looked at his hands and felt his eyes go so wide he felt as if they were going to attempt to pop out of his skull. Fresh crimson blood stained his hands and arms, along with his night shirt and blanket. 

"Wh-wha, how did this get here? D-did did I k-kill something?" Arthur scoped his room out, seeing nothing on the side of him he looked at the floor beneath the foot of the bed, and from what he saw, from many nights onward he wanted to be able to strap himself down to his mattress and lock the door to his room for many nights.

On the floor was the carcass of a dead stag, it's head crudely chopped off and its stomach cut wide open revealing it's intestines. The head was about three feet away from the body, leaving a long trail of blood. But the real cherry on top of it all was the writing on the wall. Appearing like chicken scratch when first viewed, but from seeing it Arthur's heart dropped down to his stomach. On the wall was written something that he wished to never see again

"DO YOU LIKE REDRUM?"