Three boys, Tommy, Billy, and James fiddle their fingers in distress while they sit across from each other, in an abandoned school bus. The sun moves toward the ground at a slow pace, while the darkness creeps over the shrubby terrain. With the hills behind, painted in red. Similar in the color of Billy's face as he flung his fist at the iron bar.

"Aargh! James, I can't believe this shit!" His angry growls reverberate throughout the metal frame of the bus into their ears with a shriek. And their faces contort in disgust covering their ears and bitting on the lips.

"Jeez man, you know this damn bus is older than grandma's kitchen molds. Calm the hell down!" Tommy begs with a hand at his head and crooked eyes that glared at Billy.

"Old isn't the problem here. (James fixes his glasses as he pauses mid-sentence.) This damn thing is an amplifier... And I can't believe you just punch iron. (Let's out a sharp sigh.) Doesn't the pain hurt more than the situation? So illogical."

"Look, man, this some bullshit... How the hell did Amos beat me in the tournament? He must have cheated! No way in hell did I lose!"

"Maybe he cheated, maybe you outright lost... Let's just move on man. The sun is setting and Imma needs to be home soon anyway." Jimmy spoke with his gaze now toward the floor and his finger strokes at the temples.

"Jimmy stop being a pussy. What, you scared of the dark?!"

"More so of his mother, she beat the life outta him last time he came home late. Like dude literally lost weight!" James intervened with a chuckle, then continues with his face turned to Billy.

"But bro, you might've broken your hand. Now, how are you gonna play your card game again... With your mind, hmm?"

"At least I'm not a wuss like Jimmy-Boy here... Let me guess. You still haven't gone up the hill huh?! You need to go find your pen before the monsters come for you!" Billy jeers with his arms in the air, and waves it around with ominous sounds. All with a scornful smirk.

A short silence dampens the mood, while their eyes turn toward the hills. Full of forestry with a rocky topography along its outskirts. It's a habitat for a vast number of animals, which in truth, seems normal. Yet, just as the fog covers the peak at night. Such is the hill itself, shrouded in mystery with frightful tales of old.

Even Jimmy's Grandmother in constant, warns the boys of approaching the hill, either at night and especially during full moons. It sits behind their elementary school grounds that create a dangerous appeal. Even though she told them of stories where family members in the past went missing.

"If you lose an item while hunting in the hills, it would appear in your dreams, beckoning to you. And when it happens a fifth time, the person would go missing at random." Words of caution that has been passed down from one generation to the other. And no one knows when or even how it occurs. Rumor has it that Mrs. Bowels son disappeared right before her very eyes. They were having breakfast one morning before the village priest arrived to perform his daily exorcism.

He wouldn't speak that day. Every minute or so, he would turn his head to the ceiling and mumble unknown distorted phrases. His mother's hand shakes in fear as she stretches toward her only child. Fingers form into a fist and her teeth grits, from a strong suspicious impression that churns from the depths of her stomach. But, she must endure.

The feeling of guilt washes across her chest, which carried a ferry of hopelessness. But, she must endure. Without further thought, both arms grabbed the child with a warm hug. As she lies her head on his shoulder and his mumblings come to a halt.

"Mommy... I'm sorry..."

"What do you mean..." She pauses for a moment, with eyes that tremble in fear. And the warmth that was once there is gone from her arms.

"Aargh, my baby! Where is my baby... Jonathan!" She glances to the left, then towards the right of the room. Nowhere in sight, she rushes to the door in haste with a horrid scream...

"Aarrgh, Jonathan! Where's my Jonathan!" Tears of agony flow along her cheeks as the childless mother drop to her knees. Holding her stomach as her body convulses from detachment she screams once again.

It didn't take long for the villagers to hear her bellows, but everyone was too late. With her head raised, Mrs. Bowel runs through the village in pursuit of her son in disbelief. Leaving the curious bystanders and hands of help behind. Yet, he was nowhere to be found, and her feet grow weary with a heavy heart. With a slip of footing, her toe hits a rock, and this lady falls flat on her face. Covering in mud, with tears stuck on her face, she looks up. As familiar voice beckons to her ear from above. Before her eyes toward the exit gates, she notes a sight that brings great distress..... A crushing display of a boy split in half, with his bowels at his feet. The blood drips on her face of demented expressions from her son that dangles above her head in half. His voice echoes in her mind. "Mother, I'm sorry..."

And behind him, a claw of humongous razors of glossy black color, that shimmers under the sunlight. It absorbs the blood that flows from her son's body and radiates with heat, as of molten iron. The will to live at that moment, flee from her body. Nothing works, as her arms become frozen while her eyes tremble and mouth drops. With a disarranged mind, she both screams with tears from her eye with a burst of bizarre laughter.

At that moment, the townspeople arrive only to note a once sane woman, now distraught expressions.

"Mrs. Bowel... Can you hear us... Mrs. Bowel!" They shout and shake her now lifeless body, which lost the will to even speak. Since then, Mrs. Bowel fell into a comatose like state until the day she died.

"You really believe that mumbo- jumbo... Come on, guys?! James you scaring Tommy, Hahaha- ha! What a wuss!"

"Then why you think people go missing from the village?" Tommy questions with a stern glare.

"It's obviously a serial killer doofus! I mean if it was a rabid beast, why there's no trail of dead bodies?"

"Come on Billy, my grandmother wouldn't lie, and she knows things!"

"Does she know that you steal cookies from the jar all the time? The old hag can hardly see, anyway."

"Ugh... There you go again being disrespectful. Why don't we just take a walk up the hill and put a stop to all this superstition, eh?" James intervened.

"Wow, James. Mr. calm and collected! You actually brought up a maddening idea...."

"What Billy you scared now?"

"No! I'm never scared... I sleep with the lights off!" Billy utters with his hand at his chest with a proud gleeful tone.

"We all do... It's normal to." James and Tommy reply in unison as they stare at him. His prideful expression changes to awkwardness as his eyes drift from the two. He clears his throat. And with two feet to the floor, he stands and yells. "To the mother-fucking Hills!"

"Aargh... Do we have to?" Tommy utters. And James stands to pat him on the shoulder... "Let's just get it over with. Plus imagine if we unravel the mystery, we would become heroes or something in this boring ass town."

"I should have known it. Under that boring expression and eyeglasses, you urge for excitement. Well, I'll lead the way for you suckers!" Billy points at James, then proceed to the door, and makes haste to the foot of the hill. The two rush behind yelling "Wait... Your moving too fast. Wait up!"

The fog thickens with a blue light from above, that fades as they draw deeper in. The three boys climb over a few fallen branches and their feet slush into the wet ground. And as a frigid breeze blows across their faces... "Do you hear that? Why did it suddenly get so cold?" Tommy whispers in fright with both hands together.

"Yeah, all I hear is your bitch-ass, could you just shut up!" Billy demands of Tommy and continues to lead the way. He push back a few large birch leaf that overhangs and points to their destination. "We're almost their boys!"

"Do we have to go that far? We're almost half-way up the hill, I feel like this is enough." James questioned as his eyes peers into the darkness. The fog had gotten dense, and the trees now seem like beings walking from the overcast and moonlight. And the hooting of the owl becomes muffled by the sudden gust of wind ever so often. But Billy paid it no mind, and James continued to observe the surroundings, with Tommy in the middle.

"You guys didn't just see something moved. It fucking moved!"

"Tommy for the last time, shut up! It's a damn forest on a hill... The breeze blows and things move... Fuck's sake!"

"Billy, I think Tommy is right, we should go back. This fog feels rather strange and I can't see with or without my glasses."

"Uh... Fine... Let's go back." He turns then noticed the area about them have become naught but white smoke. "Guys... where's back?"

"Shit... we got lost, you're kidding right... Tommy look for the red chalk markings!"

"What red chalk?"

"Are you kiddin' you're supposed to mark the trees doofus! This why I don't bring him anywhere..."

"Billy you sound like his mother... Wait did you hear that?"

"Now you...."

"Shh... Listen. It sounds like someone's crying..."

"Who in their right mind would get lost on a foggy hill?" Billy questions with a smirk. And then pauses while the other two stares back.

"Fine. I deserve that. Let's go look for the crying punk and then go home. I'm hungry anyway."

"Fine save the person and let's hurry... The hell was that light... Y'all saw the light right?"

"Is he dead?" Billy asked with an exasperated tone, shine the flashlight toward a path and continue down the hill before the two answered. James grabs Tommy by the shoulder pulling him along as the boy continues to point upward to the sky.

A screeching sound echoes once again, a blue light with silver gleams shines over him. He shouts, "You guys did not see that!" And pulls on the arm of James. But neither James nor Billy answered. He continues to tug and pull, and before he notices, a metal noose with spikes falls over his head. His eyes pop with fear, and without hesitation, he grabs the object before him to protect his neck. The spikes increase in size and tears through the palm of his hand. Whereas five fingers now seem like two.... Then, none. It rips his fingers apart and plunges into his neck. He tries to scream. But only blood made its way from this throat and mouth. It spews unto the nearby trees and the forest floor. And in a sponge-like effect, the trees themselves absorb the blood within their barks and leaves. Tommy's body shivers until his state changes to a severe convulsive shock. While the noose changes to a sword, turn and vertically slice the body into two.

"Yo, where's Tommy?"

"What you mean, I know he's awfully quiet but him holding his..... Hand? Yo.... Where, Woah, hold up!"

"The fuck is going on James!" Billy blurts out as the flashlight luminance flickers. Billy smacks it and the light returns to normal, and then flickers again.

"Don't smack it... It doesn't help. Just shake it a bit... In the meantime, let's hurry. It's getting awfully cold."

"We're not gonna leave Tommy, James! He's a pain in the ass, but we don't leave our friends behind."

"Alright, you go find him then, give me the flashlight I'm outta 'ere!"

"Seriously... Fuck off, man! Straight ass...." Billy pauses for a moment, as light shines over James, with an obscure silhouette.

"Oi, James, imma shine this flashlight up there and you tell a motherfucker if he going crazy alright?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Bro... Look at the fucking object behind you." Billy demands as he points his hand in the direction and shines the light there as well. James lets out a sigh and turns. However, nothing but fog comes into view. He turns again with an annoyed glare...

"You better not... Bro. There's a noose around your neck."

"No. There's a noose around your neck!" Billy responded with a shaken tone

"Billy... You need to run...."

From James's outlook, a black creature with razer like tentacles hovers above Billy's head. It slides through the fog and rests its head upon the child's shoulders. At that moment, it reveals its eyes of purple-red like color. With silver jagged teeth that resemble a long row of serrated knives. The creature's mouth drips with blood. And with a sudden smirk, the trees uproot themselves and stand around the boys. 

The scene above them becomes more vivid, from the passing fog. An elongated head appears to protrude from a monstrous face. And above it, a set of poles with bodies that swings with the wind. There, Tommy resides with his body in half, and multitudes of children, some still with flesh. Others decomposed as the flesh drops to the soil, which opens for a bite. And other bodies remain as bones, that clamor while the breeze blows.