It's my eighteenth birthday, and my mom let me invite my closest friends to stay in a rented log cabin. One night, no parents. It's said three masked men step out from the trees once every year to claim the blood of young souls. It's just a myth. Or is it?
It's my eighteenth birthday, and my mom let me invite my closest friends to stay in a rented log cabin. One night, no parents. It's said three masked men step out from the trees once every year to claim the blood of young souls. It's just a myth. Or is it?