A boy and a girl are running through the forest. Down a slope, looking back as if someone is after them. She stumbles, he stops and runs back for her. He takes her hand, about to pull her up. Then they burst into laughter.
They had been on a boat trip and disembarked on an island. They had come across a large apple grove by a house in the woods. Bountiful apples, tempting as hell. They jumped over the fence and helped themselves greedily. Then they had heard: Who’s there? An angry voice. They had ran.
Ole got Tina on her feet. They ran down to the boat and cast off. He started the engine and they set off away from the island full speed. They looked at each other and burst out laughing again.
A sudden slam.
Tina was lying in the water. The boat was upside down, dabbing beside her with a big hole in the bow. Ole! Where was Ole? She looked around. He floated lifelessly face down. She swam hastily towards him. Turned him around. She pulled him by his shoulders towards the island. He awoke as they reached the shore, coughing. They saw the boat sink with their bags, their mobile phones. Everything.
That was close! Said Ole after a while. You saved my life!
But what do we do now? They were far from the mainland.
We’ll have to go up to the house and ask for help.
He laughed. Fuck! She laughed too, but it was indeed a shitty situation.
They walked up again and found a gate in the fence. They opened it and went in on a hundred meters long road towards the house. It was a mansion from the early twentieth century built on a small hill. Once it had been beautiful and grand, now dilapidated, with several windows nailed shut with wooden boards. The walls barely had paint. Had it not been for the cushions of the chair outside it would seem completely abandoned. Large apple trees adorned the hill down to the woods.
Hello? Ole said as they approached. No one answered. The door of the house were open. Hello! He said again, a little louder. They went over to the stairs of the entrance. Is anybody home?
Ole, let’s go, said Tina. I don’t like this.
But what shall we do?
Let’s go down to the water, see if there comes a boat or something.
No, let’s wait a little, they probably have a phone. We can call the Coast Guard. He sat down on the steps.
They waited a while. It was getting dark.
A scream came from the forest. A human in trouble. Ole jumped on his feet.
What was that? Exclaimed Tina. Her eyes full of fear.
Ole walked towards the sound. It sounds like someone’s in danger! We must go and see!
They ran down to the edge of the forest, stopped for a moment. Then they heard another scream. Far more heartbreaking. As if someone was getting murdered. And it was close.
Tina grabbed Ole. We should get out of here!
He stood in doubt, stunned. Stared into the woods. Something moved. A figure came walking towards them in the dark forest. He had a big saw in his hands.
Ole backed. E-excuse me, is everything okay? He stuttered. The man rushed towards him.
Tina took a few steps up. Ole, come on!!!
Ole turned and started running. At the same time. He lost balance and fell over. Tina began to run in his direction, but stopped when she saw the man -bearded, dirty- standing over him. The man raised his saw with both hands and hit the rough, rusty tags into Oles head. He flinched. Split it down the middle.
Tina screamed. She screamed like no one had screamed in ages. A terrified, intense scream from hell. She ran. She did not look back. She ran towards the gate. She opened it. Stopped. Froze. The horrible figure stood on the trail. She recoiled. He started to walk towards her. She turned and ran towards the house. She didn’t scream any more. She was too scared.
She slammed the front door, fiddling with the lock. Locked it. Ran to the window. Looked out. No one there. A sound behind her.
She stares into his eyes. The killer. He stands in front of the only exit. She begins to cry. Sinks down on her knees. Begging. Pleading. Don’t hurt me. Please, don’t hurt me!
He walks over to her. His eyes lit up with hatred.
Apple thieves. Intruders.
He lifts the saw. Slices her shoulder near the neck. The saw sinks into her flesh. A strange, choked wail comes out of her. He pulls the saw. Bones cut. She lies on the floor. The blood pumping from her neck. He strikes again. Again. And again.