I jump to my feet and pace frantically around the darkened room. What was supposed to be a fun weekend in a cabin in the woods with my friends had turned to disaster faster than I could register. It felt like mere moments ago, I saw one of my friends butchered with an axe right before me. Thankfully I was hiding under the bed. The killer might not know I even existed, for when my friend died, the killer immediately left. As I paced, I kept thinking to myself that this had to be a dream. There's no way all of these extreme and horrendous acts had actually happened, right? Yes, I thought, It has to be a dream. I'll just wake up shortly and all of this will be over. I'll be greeted by my friends and everything will be fine again. I mean, what are the chances an actual killer shows up at a cabin in the middle of nowhere? It's like something straight out of a horror movie. Just as my mind registered the horror movie idea, lightning flashed through th...