text: [Themes: horror, humor]
  
  The frost-bitten October wind tousles your hair and nips at your cheeks. Your soccer practice ended late today, the street lights have just come on and it's already well into dusk. You're worried that you will miss dinner, as today your mother has made your absolute favourite and you're determined to get more than your share of the sumptuous Pillsbury crescent rolls. You tighten your scarf around your neck and shove your hands deeper into the pockets of your hoodie. The sound of your footsteps on the concrete resound throughout the street, you're approaching the entrance to a small wooded park which is a straight-shoot to your home. Looking into the park you consider whether you should cut through the woods or continue on the main road around the park.
  
  [Author's Note: Your late for dinner as your soccer practice ran late. Your mother has made your absolute favourite dish for dinner and you absolutely cannot miss it! You decide to take a short-cut home. 'Horror' story for a Writing 12 assignment. Be gentle. Mildly satirical in some parts NBD. The first three substantial choices in the game will lead to 3 different unique ends. There will be some options which will be "up to chance" ie the "...". Choose carefully young lover of Pillsbury crescent rolls. Edited by milkywavves, thanks gurl.]
  
  > take a short-cut home
  Peering into the woods you decide that it isn't all that dark just yet and that you can definitely make it home before it's too dark for you too see. You readjust your scarf further and set off in a brisk walk through the dark, wooded park. Your footsteps are barely audible, cushioned by the slightly damp packed earth. Ignoring how darn right creepy the sound of the wind through the bare branches is you continue on through the wood, occasionally crunching through patches of dried leaves. Your nearly halfway through the park and it's now very dark, the moon your only source of light. Continuing down the path you think you hear something in the forest behind you.
  
  > turn around and investigate
  Perplexed and slightly unnerved by the sudden noise in the woods behind you, you turn around and scan the tree line behind you. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary you begin to turn back around and carry on your way, when you once again hear a noise, and catch a glimpse of movement in your peripheral vision. You whirl around in search of whatever you saw moving. Adrenaline pumping, you venture off the path and into the forest, eyes wildly searching for a whatever it is making noises. You remember seeing posters for lost dogs on your way home, with large rewards for their safe return. Naively thinking that whatever it is you heared in the brush is a lost puppy dog, you wander aimlessly in the thick brush, weaving around trees and thick bushes. The adrenaline running through your veins makes your heart beat wildly and any sense of danger fly out the window.
  
  > spot a clue
  Your eyes strain to see in the dark wood, scanning for any sort of hint that you may be on the right track, when you spot a clump of fur behind a bush just in front of you. "Success!" you think, "Big money here I come!". You tromp over to the supposed dog with boundless abandon, glee over your imminent pay day pushing any sense of caution your money-hungry mind possessed in the trash. Closing in on the dog you begin to smell something absolutely putrid. The dog is hiding behind a bush, what a rascal.
  
  > move aside the bush
  Not thinking too deeply about the rancid smell, you push the bush away from over top of the dog. Upon removing the bush from obstructing your view on the dog you realize the source of the rotting smell, the "dog" you had been searching for was nothing more than a ravaged corpse of a dog, a gutted, lifeless carcass of what had most likely been a well loved pet. Horrified you stumble backwards, falling back on your buttox, landing on something with a wet 'squelch'. You look down only to realize you have fallen on another rotting, mangled corpse. You let out a strangled scream and hurriedly wiped off the fetid blood and guts off your hand and onto the dirt , away from the corpses. You get up and turn to make a run back to the path when you stop dead in your tracks.
  
  > ...
  Just ahead of you something stares at you through the trees, it's eyes glow eerily in the dark forest. Scared-stiff you stare back at the creature, watching as a long tongue slipped from it's large toothed maw and licking its jowls. It takes a single heavy step towards you, and you snap out of your daze and take off in a sprint, farther into the forest as the beast is blocking your way back onto the path. For a moment you can't hear anything aside from your ragged breaths and light footsteps against the damp earth, until all of a sudden you can hear the rapid heavy footsteps of the creature finally pursuing it's prey.
  
  > glance over your shoulder
  Running wildly through the dark woods, you take a quick glance over your shoulder in a vain attempt to gauge the beasts distance to you. Your blood runs cold and your heart stops as your eyes lock with the merciless gaze of the beast, surprisingly closer to you than you had thought. While looking back at the creature you trip over a dense object and get a face full of dirt. Unsurprisingly you find that you have tripped over yet another carcass. Before you have a chance to even react the beast is upon you, its gigantic paws keeping you pinned to the ground. It's hot, wet, rancid breath buffets your hair and saliva drips from its smiling maw onto your chest. You let out a silent horrified shriek as it's rough lounge licks the entire length of your face before your silenced by the creature swiftly taking one, big bite, engulfing your entire head in the dank darkness of the beasts mouth. It's teeth easily snapping your neck, giving your head a precursor chew, before going back to eat the remainder of your juicey corpse.