As the teens all stumbled through the wet, cold darkness, they hit with a putrid scent. “What _is _that smell?!”One of the taller boys commented, although it was too dark to see. “Hold on, I’ll turn on the flashlight of my phone camera.” After a few seconds, one of the girls in the group managed to turn on her phone light. She panned the flashlight around the area, not noticing anything at first other than a few strange looking trinkets and objects that were seemingly left behind by someone. “I don’t see anything that special. Did we go through all of this trouble for nothing?!” The youngest member complained, their annoyance more than obvious in their tone. Strangely, nobody responded to their complaints like usual. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on a single point of the room, dazed horror on their faces. Confused, the youngest member of the group pushed one of them out of the way to see what was so interesting. “Why are you guys so scared? It can’t be that…th-that’s a decapitated head…” everyone stood staring at the scene for a long moment, paralyzed with shock and terror. The girl holding the flashlight was gripping her phone tightly, her hand shaking slightly. In front of them, there was a freshly decapitated head, a pool of crimson blood pooling under it.