The Last Cut

The sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. The air grows cold, and a chill wind whispers through the towering pines, rustling the leaves with an unsettling sound. A group of friends, seeking escape from the mundane, have chosen Whispering Pines National Park for their weekend getaway. They are young, carefree, and blissfully unaware of the terror that lurks beneath the surface of this seemingly peaceful sanctuary.

As darkness descends, the forest transforms into a labyrinth of shadows and eerie sounds. The campfire crackles, providing a fragile sense of security against the encroaching darkness. But the legend of the Chainsaw Killer, a whispered tale amongst the locals, begins to creep into their minds. At first dismissed as mere folklore, the possibility of danger starts to take hold, casting a pall over their laughter and camaraderie.

The scent of pine needles mingles with the sweet aroma of roasting marshmallows, a stark contrast to the growing sense of dread that hangs heavy in the air. The first chilling sound, a distant roar of a chainsaw, echoes through the trees, shattering the tranquility and sending shivers down their spines. The legend is no mere myth. The hunter has become the hunted, and in this unforgiving wilderness, there is no escape.