Breathing in the hot, musty air, you and Dave stand shaking in the
shed. It is dark, and you cannot see Dave. "Dave!" you
cry, "Are you in here?" "Yes," Dave replies in a
shaky, relieved voice. "I'm here too!" replies an unfamilar,
raspy voice from somewhere in the shed. You stop breathing for a
moment, consumed by terror. "Who are you?" you ask
cautiously. "Why that's simple! I'm your worst nightmare!"
the voice cries. You frantically search for the doorknob, when
suddnely, someone or something bumps into you. You scream and feel
sick. Then.......