A Spine-Tingling Tale of Blood-Chilling Horror by Michael Aaron

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You know what could happen, but our hero doesn't!"
"Now I need the toilet. How far are they?"
"I don't know, not far. Why not go behind a tree? That is, if you're not scared of supernatural beasties sneaking up on you."
"Fine," said Mary, and stomped into the bushes.
Andrew knelt down and ruffled his daughter's hair. "Mummy has trouble separating reality from fantasy, Maya. You don't have that problem, do you? Everything is reality for you. See this toy? To you, it's a real lion."
Maya laughed and grabbed the lion. Andrew looked into the trees.
"Where is mummy? She'll be back soon. She just needs a bit more time than daddy. Daddies are much quicker than mummies at this sort of thing."
Maya shoved the lion's face into her mouth and tried to bite off its nose. Andrew stood up and rocked the buggy a few times.
He turned it round in a circle.
"What is taking her...oh, I see!" Andrew smiled. "Mummy is teaching daddy a lesson!"
He shouted into the trees. "OK Mary! I get it! I'm worried the tree-monster got you!"
Maya said "Cha!"
"I swear never to bother you with silly stories again. Please come back while Maya is still in a good mood."
Andrew waited. And waited.
"Darling please, this is getting tedious. You were right, I am getting concerned, can we carry on now."
Maya threw the lion out of the buggy. Andrew picked it up and stuffed it in his pocket.
"All right! Have it your way! Here we come!"
He wheeled the buggy round and started into the undergrowth.
"I hope you're satisfied, sweetheart. The buggy is getting very dirty and so am I."
Andrew pushed through the trees and bushes. Maya laughed and clapped.
"Mary! Where are you? Come on, this isn't funny."
Maya reached out and picked some twigs hanging from a branch.
"Maya darling, give those to daddy. They're dirty."
He took them out of her hands, then noticed they weren't twigs. They were glasses.
Mary's glasses.
"Why would she take off...?"
Something rustled in the bushes ahead of them. A heavy footstep fell, then another.
"Ah Mary, there you are-"

Far off, a man screamed in alarm. A baby cried, then that too was cut short.
Then the forest was silent.

Jake McGraw pulled up his truck at the entrance to the park. This weekend was going to be a change from life at the base, where his Green-Beret training was slowly wasting away from lack of use. Maybe he'd get to spend some quality time with his teenage son, who sat in the back listening to music.
Little did they know, they were about to enter a world of blood-chilling horror...