Jack felt spooked and quickened his pace, but had to stop to catch his breath.
Out of the woods a demon appeared wielding a knife.
The demon plunged the knife into Jack’s chest a dozen times before everything went dark.
Jack came to on the roadside without a scratch thinking, hallucination.
The shop keeper said it was a vison and that something was trying to warn Jack.
“Yeah sure, give me three packs, Lucky Strikes, “Jack said.