There was an old shack nearby, but I knew it wouldn't be a very wise decision to further corner myself.

So instead of heading there, I attempted to double back.

Mistake four: he was waiting for me.

I froze in fear and shock.

His face was covered, but I could still see his sardonic smile and the knives he was holding, one in each hand. Both were wickedly sharp.

"Don't try to run, you won't get far," he said, trying to play nice. I knew otherwise.

"What do you want from me?!" I exclaimed.

"I want you to die for me," he replied.

Before I could react, he lunged forward and buried both knives deep into my chest.