The moon cast an eerie glow over the misty moor. In the distance, a lone figure trudged wearily along the path. The sound of a twig snapping echoed through the night air like a gunshot. Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream pierced the silence, sending shivers down the spine. The figure froze, heart pounding, as the scream faded into nothingness. Moments later, all that remained was the haunting moan of the wind.