Matt is walking through the woods at midnight. He doesn't quite remember how he got there, but he loves the woods so it doesn't matter. He walks awhile until he trips over a pair of mud covered and torn jeans. Curious he picks them up daintily touching as little of them as possible. He Digs around in all of the pockets until he finds a note. The note reads as follows "if you've found this note they've caught me but there may still be time to save yourself. You're being hunted. I can't tell you by what or who because I don't know, but it's big and strong. What I can tell you is these woods are strange. Every twig snap, every rustle of leaves is déjà vu. Everything is so familiar, yet so alien at the same time. At this point all I can do is wish you luck, because if you found this note it's found your scent. And it's been tracking you for a while now."
Just as Matt finishes reading he hears a twig snap a few yards behind him. He bolts like deer in hunting season. After all he's in a very similar situation. He runs as fast as he can but he can hear the creature gaining on him. Up ahead he sees a clearing . The road he's, made it! No, wait, a cliff. He drops to the ground in an effort to stop. He rummages through his pockets looking for something to defend himself with, but all he finds is pen and paper. He scribbles a note and stuffs it into his jacket pocket. He throws his jacket on the ground and jumps off the cliff not willing to die at the hands of some creature.
Matt is walking through the woods at midnight. He doesn't quite remember how he got there, but he loves the woods so it doesn't matter. He walks a while until he feels paper inside his jacket pocket. He pulls it out and begins to read. A twig snaps behind him and he turns around to a horrifying sight. Himself, twisted and broken like he'd fallen off a cliff. The disfigured version of him growls and Matt drops the paper and runs as fast as he can. The note reads. "Turn around, I'm behind you."