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forest,” Alice ordered and grabbed her arm. 
    They ran for the forest as the creature slowly chased after them.  They passed the diner where the remaining diners were lying inside dead with their brains removed.  They entered the forest and ran until they came to the cabin. 
    “There may be something inside we can use,” Alice suggested and led them inside where the two cops lay dead.
    “The carnage,” Dean said as he grabbed one of the flashlights off the floor. 
    They walked into the kitchen where a couple of rifles were sitting on a large gun rack made out of a deer’s antlers.  Alice handed one to Dean and grabbed the other one.  On the table were several boxes filled with bullets.  Tara grabbed an ax which was standing by a stack of firewood. 
    “Aim for its head,” Alice instructed.
    They heard a noise coming from the front of the cabin.  Alice walked out the kitchen and saw two smaller creatures similar to the one they killed earlier.  She shot one of them in the head.  The other one ran toward her.  Tara swung the ax implanting it into its skull.  It fell backward dead.
    “How many of them are there?”  Alice asked, looking at Tara.
    Dean cautiously walked onto the porch. 
    “Do you see anything?”  Alice asked.
    Before he could answer, his head was sliced off and it rolled backward into the cabin stopping at Tara’s feet.  She tried not to vomit as his dead eyes stared up at her.
    “Tara, be ready.”
    The creature slowly walked into the cabin limping with each step.  It looked at Alice and opened its mouth exposing all of its large sharp teeth.
    “You’re not going to scare me that easily,” Alice said and fired the rifle.  The creature slumped to its knees.  She walked over to it.  It stared up at her daring her to pull the trigger.  She smiled and fired.  The alien fell backward.  She stomped on its head repeatedly until the floor was covered in its blood.
    Tara rushed over to her and put her hands on her shoulders.
    “I’m all right,” Alice assured her.
    “I hope that was the last one.”
    “Let’s not stick around and find out.”
    They walked out of the cabin and walked away from the town until they reached the interstate, never looking back.
     

              HAUNTED ATTRACTIONS
     
    James stood before the crumbling tombstones of the Marshes Cemetery, a haunted cemetery down by Bloomington, Indiana.  He had read a story about this cemetery in his Indiana Guide of Haunted Attractions and wanted to experience its haunting first hand.  He could barely make out the names on the tombstones due to the thick moss and plants which had overtaken them over the centuries.  There were still a few hours of light left.  He wasn’t afraid of being there at night.  He wanted to take some pictures with his digital camera before it was too dark.  He snapped a few photos of each of the remaining tombstones.
    A squirrel ran out of one of the bushes and stopped curious about what he was doing.  He waived at the squirrel as it ran back into the bushes.  He could feel a cold chill causing him to have goosebumps all over his arms.  It wasn’t from the wind; it was from something else.  He turned around, but didn’t see anything.  As quickly as the sensation began, it stopped.  Again, he could feel the heat from the hot summer night.  As the sun descended and he could see the stars, he walked out of the cemetery and down the dirt trail leading to the main road where his midnight blue Dodge Neon was parked.
    He drove away, stopping at the small convenience store to buy a Pepsi and a king size Reese before returning to his hotel.  After eating his snack, he hooked his camera up to his laptop to look at the pictures he had taken.  His eyes opened wide as he looked at each picture.  In the background of each picture was a white mass that got bigger after each picture he took.  He checked the lens on his camera, and there was no dirt or smudges.  He