Bruce stood over the hurriedly covered grave, sweat beaded his brow. The deed was done. He reached for the handkerchief in his breast pocket. He paused for a moment to consider the bloodstains on his cloth, before wiping his brow.
The grave digger took one last look around before turning back the way he had come into the deserted hikers trail. His footsteps hammered loudly into the silence of the forest as he surged on through the forest path.
“Bruuuuce…”
He stiffened. The night was silent, the malevolent tone was evident.
“I will get you Bruuuuuce”
This time he saw her apparition, with blood pouring out of her throat through the place where he had slashed her.
A wave of panic hit Bruce really hard. His heart jumped in his throat, he bolted, hardly feeling his legs as he ran. She was coming for him…
Years after, a lot of local hunters and trail hikers have reported hearing eerie screams of the name “Bruce” ringing through the trail coupled with a few sightings of a spirit woman bleeding from the throat, moving swiftly through the woods. A few of these testifiers went back in to “investigate” and never returned.