A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

Her breath was ragged, and her legs were worn out to the point that she couldn't run anymore. She only could speed walk. Even that, though, was a joke. It more appeared like she was marching in an over-dramatic manner, but she refused to stop at all. The creature hadn't caught up with her yet; however, (F/n) comprehended that luck wasn't on her side.

No, it was far from that. She had heard the screams behind her. Even now, they still penetrated the air like an army of banshees behind her. It reminded her of that time when she had been in the tunnels and left Brent. Only this time, no guilt ate at her. Krista had asked for what was being delivered to her, and she shouldn't have assumed that the creature could be controlled. That had been a foolish and fatal mistake of hers.

Footsteps sounded beside her, and, for a moment, she froze. Her eyes went wide as she glanced to her right. Brent stared back at her. That blasted smirk of his coated his lips. His light brown eyes shone with delight. "Ah, this certainly brings back memories. It wasn't as cold back then, but I like it like this. It makes you suffer too."

Narrowing her eyes, she barked out of urgency, "Leave me alone!" He quirked a brow. "I'm tired of you bothering me. You're dead, so get out of my head!"

"I'm not dead to you."

(F/n) wished to punch the smirk off of his lips, but she understood that she would only be hitting air. She clenched her fists and faced away from him abruptly. "Yes, you are." Her feet advanced forward. "I hadn't killed you. I gave you the option that might've allowed you escape."

"Oh yes, because torture had been so much better than dying quickly." His feet moved again. "You had left me to suffer and die. You probably had been grinning to yourself, yet you pretend to have been tormented by my screams. You make me sick."

"No, you make me sick!" she shouted, a growl escaping her throat. "You act like I had tied you to that chair, like I had tortured you and like I had killed you. I had done none of those things. You're just jealous that I had lived and received some of the reward money. You could care less about my reasoning behind my choice, so f*ck off already."

"Oh, getting feisty? Are you going to attack me like the creature?" A smirk met her lips, and she chuckled. Her eyes shifted to him, and it was his turn to freeze. "You are, then." Amusement greeted his eyes. "You're finally going to admit that you're like him."

"No. That isn't the case at all." Fully, she faced him. She laughed. "You just admitted that he had attacked you, not me." He frowned. "And, I'm not going to attack you. No, I'm done with you. Bother someone else. My life doesn't revolve around you. Go bother Tara. She's dead like you." (F/n) spun away from him and continued on her way. The teen heard crunching snow behind her, but she only lifted her right hand and flipped him off.

Not another footstep sounded behind her. Her heart calmed down by a fraction, and she grinned to herself. That had been one more win for her. (F/n) smiled even more when the cabin finally came into view. She pushed her legs to go a bit faster, and they, thankfully, complied.

Upon reaching the door, she turned the doorknob. The door creaked open steadily. Her hand released the knob, and she examined the front room. Old, dusty windows let in light, which illuminated the countless specks of dust floating in the air. She coughed some as she entered the space. (F/n) shut the door behind her.

Finding a nearby table, she slid it in front of the door. It wouldn't hold off the creature for long, but it was something. She faced the rest of the cabin again. Old police tape sectioned off areas, and she spotted the aged stains behind it. The horrid mess that had been there had been cleaned, but some of the crimson had sunk into the wood and forever had ruined it. At least, she was spared from the gore.

Pushing open another door, she peeked into what appeared to be the bedroom. In the far right corner, there was a third door, which she presumed led to the bathroom. Nothing caught her interest in the space, however. Most of the furniture had been removed except for a few pieces that had seen better days. Had the creature cleared the place, or had others claimed things from it?

She stepped towards the bathroom. Hesitantly, she opened the door. A small window permitted light in. Her eyes scanned over the area, and she was pleased to find nothing disgusting inside. The room was coated in dust like the other two. There was nothing in the sink or medicine cabinets either. It had been cleared too.

Moving back into the bedroom, she crossed her arms. She was disappointed and beginning to panic. There was absolutely nothing to use against the creature in the cabin. Maybe if the medicine cabinet had been loose, she could've thrown that at him, but he easily would dodge the attack. The teen supposed that she could utilize the glass from the mirror, but killing him with that would be next to impossible.

As if that wasn't enough to worry about, there was also the fact that he would make her pay for escaping from Vincent's grandfather's cabin. If she didn't have some means to kill him by the time that he entered the cabin, she doubted that she would ever get a decent opportunity again. Her eyes roved around the area and searched for anything. She still had time. Not a lot but that was better than nothing.

Deciding to head back into the entrance room, she peered out the front window. She couldn't spot the creature yet, but her heart didn't maintain a steady beat. Out of nervousness, she paced around the room until her ears picked up a certain curious sound. Her feet halted, and she tested out the nearby floorboards. Some of them emitted a regular sound, but others were off.

To raise her suspicion more, she jumped on the odd boards lightly before she jumped on the regular ones. The strange ones almost bounced under her weight. Her eyes lit up. There had to be no solid ground under those boards!

Instantly, she threw herself on her hands and knees. Her hands ran over the space until she felt what appeared to be a cut in the wood. She dug her fingernails in and lifted up. The wood creaked and protested, but she pulled harder. It seemed like her nails would break, but she pressed on.

With a final heave, the wood came loose. The boards flew back, and a stairwell greeted her. Darkness covered most of it. She wouldn't be able to search without some light. Maybe, there was a light switch somewhere down there. There were a few electric lights in the place after all.

Carefully, she stood and took a step down before she walked down another. Her hands slid across the walls when she couldn't see in front of her. When her left hand hit something, she pressed up on it. A light flickered on, and she noted the massive amount of dust and cobwebs in the space.

Before she went down any further, she closed the trap door behind her. The creature would know where she went once he noticed that she wasn't in the main part of the cabin, but that would slow him down by a little bit. Going back down, she reached the bottom. Not too much light entered the room, but she discovered another switch.

Flicking it on, several lamps came to life. Their shades were yellow with age, and their light was dull. It felt like she was in a cave almost. That wasn't what caused her great alarm, however. Unlike the above area, the room before her was fully furnished but in a ... in a nightmarish fashion. Just what the h*ll had she walked into?

In the far left corner, there was a fireplace, but ashes and bones littered the base of it. Nearby it was a cage that looked like something for a massive dog. Dirty blankets coated the bottom as did dried crimson and what appeared to be urine.

Streaks of blood decorated the floorboards and walls. A mound of heavy duty chains were piled against the right wall. Metal cuffs were attached to the wall above them. Dried blood was heaviest there. To her closest left, there were fallen stacks of paper. Words were written all across them.

Curious, she stepped over, crouched down and examined a few. Each page had one word repeated many times over on it, and each page held a different word. Monster. Killer. Murderer. Worthless. Garbage. More and more of them added to the list.

Something else in the room caught her attention, however. She stood up and cautiously walked over to it. It faced both the fireplace and the cage. The teen moved in front of it and had her terror confirmed. Before her was a chair crafted out of someone's skeleton. (F/n) became even more disturbed when she noticed that the left armrest had a skeletal hand with long nails attached to it.

"Looks like you found my father."