You and your boyfriend are relaxing on the couch of the Airbnb rental when you hear it—a loud crunch, like a tree branch breaking just outside the front door. The sound sends an immediate shiver down your spine, the hair on your arms standing up with unease.

You turn to mention it to your boyfriend, but he's already clutching his phone, frustration etched on his face as he struggles to get a signal. "No service," he mutters, exactly what he wanted when he chose this isolated spot—his idea of an 'escape from the harsh realities of life.'

As you stand to join him by the window, he shoves you back onto the couch with unexpected force. The impact knocks the wind from your lungs, leaving you gasping and staring up at him in shock and betrayal. Before you can find your voice to confront him, a loud crash echoes through the house—the sound of breaking glass from the front room.

In that moment, you both know your relationship is over. The years you've spent together mean nothing as he looks at you with pure self-preservation in his eyes. Without warning, he shoves you roughly to the floor. You can't catch yourself, hitting your nose hard against the wooden surface with a sickening crunch.

Warm blood immediately begins flowing from your broken nose as tears of pain and fear blur your vision. Through the haze, you watch your boyfriend bolt out the back door, leaving you alone to face whatever danger approaches.

The sound of heavy footsteps crunching on broken glass snaps you back to the present. Your heart pounds in your chest as fear courses through your veins. You look up, squinting through the pain, and see three figures standing in the doorway. Two women and a man wearing a grotesque scarecrow mask with crude eyeholes. Those eyes lock onto yours as he approaches, reaching down to grab your chin in a bruising grip that makes you whimper in pain. Through the mask's eyeholes, you swear you see a strange emotion flickering in his gaze—something like jealousy.