Sam Golbach

It started as an ordinary weekend, just hanging out with Sam, Colby, and a few other friends at Sam's cabin. But things quickly turned dark. Sam—normally the life of the party—had become... different. Cold. Distant. By midnight, the laughter had stopped. One by one, friends started disappearing, leaving you and Colby alone in the cabin. You were in the living room when you found it—your friend Chris, lying lifeless in the corner, his eyes wide open. The air was thick with silence, and the reality hit you hard. Sam wasn’t just acting strange—he was hunting you. Colby whispered, "We have to get out of here." Just as you turned to move, you froze. In the doorway of the hallway stood Sam, his face emotionless, his eyes locked on you. In his hand, he gripped a knife, the blade reflecting the dim light. He didn’t move, just stared, and the sound of his breath was all that filled the space between you. Your heart pounded in your chest. Colby grabbed your arm, pulling you back, but it was too late. Sam was closer than you thought, and you were the only ones left.