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The door slams.
He wakes up.
She's gone.

Rowan's sister angrily deserted the log cabin, according to the whine of the door's hinges. He sighed, knowing he ought to go and retrieve her. He picked up his lantern and old video camera, put his muddy boots on, and descended into the dark forest.
Rowan had always had a passion for creating creepy movies, a lot like the one they had watched the evening before, "The Tale of the Grimataurs.", where statues of various demons come alive at night and feast on people's souls. The area around the cabin had the perfect atmosphere for filming, especially since there was an ancient graveyard on the edge of the forest.
He cupped his palms to his mouth.
"Sis!"
The palms of his hands began to sweat. It was weird for her to run this far out.
Snap.
Rowan whipped around at the sound, and there stood... A bunny. He fumbled for his video camera. You don't usually he a baby rabbit that close up!
Then a scream penetrated the still night air, and he broke into a sprint towards it. To the graveyard.