The Hunter made its way back to the dark forest behind the library with one arm supporting Charlie over its right shoulder.
I’m a dead man, thought Charlie to himself. This thing is going to rip me into a million little pieces... someone please help!
The Hunter then arrived in the woods behind the library, and quickly pummeled down what appeared to be the old well that was supposedly haunted.
At the bottom of the well was an opening in the side which led to a big dark room. However, lamp posts from outside the well provided a good amount of lighting.
With Charlie over his shoulder, they entered the room, and Charlie was set down on his feet.
Charlie knew he couldn’t escape, so he backed himself up against a wall, shaking nervously as he stared up at the ferocious monster known as the Hunter. The animal appeared to be speaking in a really strange language at a low whisper, as if talking to the wall in front of it.
Charlie looked up at the wall in front of the Hunter and realized it said at the top in red graffiti: