“Do I really have to do this?”
“You do if you want to hang out with us.”
A small group of teenagers stood at the edge of the woods, a cloud slowly passed over the moon, three quarters of the way full, blocking out it light for a moment. Matt hugged his sweatshirt tighter to his body, suppressing a shiver.
“Why am I even doing this? I mean what’s the point?” He asked.
“Look, all you have to do is go up to the cabin and peel off like some paint from the front door or something to prove you actually did it. If you really want to be out friend you’ll do it. We can’t be seen with a wuss.”
Matt took a deep breath, and took a step into the trees. He tried not to think about the story the other kids and told him, about a couple who used to live out in this cabin, the husband was a violent drunk, and used to beat his wife. Until one day she had had enough, she killed him, and cut his body in half burying the two pieces in different places. It was said now that the cabin was haunted and no one went near it.
“Except me”
It was rough being the new kid in town; all he wanted to do was fit in. these were the coolest kids in school, you had to be tested to make sure you were worthy enough t be seen with them.
“Halloween…they couldn’t have picked a better day. He thought sarcastically.
Slowly the rundown cabin came into view; it had obviously been abandoned for years. There were large holes in the roof, the windows were either boarded up, or busted out, but a vivid red painted door stood out even from the shadows of the rotted porch. His heart began to pound as he made his way to the bottom of the stairs, cautiously placing his foot on the first step he began to climb.
He could feel his pulse racing as he reached the top, the door within arms length. The bare trees rattled as a cold breeze blew though them.
“Alright, let’s just do this quickly and get out of here.” He told himself, stretching his hand to the chipping door. The second his fingertips touched the wood a bone chilling scream jolted his inter body. He jumped back, taking off running as fast as his legs would carry him. He could hear something following him, the sound of crunching leaves not far behind. Taking a quick look over his shoulder, he immediately wished he hadn’t.
It had once been a man, but now it no eyes, only sunken pits where its eyes should have been. It ran after him, not with legs, but on its hands its whole lower half missing.
Adding a burst of speed the boy didn’t think he had in him, he also heard it speed up behind him. It was a horrific sight, but he couldn’t help himself, taking a peek over his shoulder. It ran at an ungodly speed, its sockets seemed to bore straight into him, sending a chill down his spine. Trees blurred as he ran, his lungs felt like they were on fire, and his whole body was covered in a cold sweat. It was closer then before, and gaining, but suddenly a ray of hope…the edge of the woods was in sight.
He wasn’t even fifty feet away when he felt a boney claw grab his ankle.
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The chief pulled up the yellow tape, ducking underneath it, walking over to the officer photographing the sectioned off area.
“I can’t understand it sir,” The man with the camera said rising from his place over the body. “His legs are gone, it looks as if his inter lower body was ripped clean off…”
Super appropriate for Halloween. I'm not sure how much you actually want to edit this, but I'll give you some suggestions anyway. 
. The only thing was it was quite short and the encounter with the ghost came on a bit too suddenly. It just kind of happened with little build up to it. 
