Once upon a time in the bustling heart of Brooklyn, a woman named Clara decided to dip her toes into the murky waters of online dating. Swiping left on many a mismatched profile, she finally stumbled upon a strapping lad named Derek: charming, well-spoken, and a lover of long walks... in the woods. Feeling adventurous, Clara swiped right. The next day, they were set to meet at a quaint little coffee shop, famous for its artisanal pumpkin spice lattes (or as Clara called them, the “Autumnal Hug in a Cup”). They hit it off remarkably well, laughing over shared stories about bad breakups and questionable high school hairstyles. As the leaves outside turned shades of orange, Derek invited Clara to join him for another “date” — this one involving a nighttime hike. Now, Clara loved hiking, but the woods after dark? Not so much. However, fueled by caffeine and a hint of romantic optimism, she agreed. Armed with nothing but a flashlight and her wits, Clara met Derek at the trailhead. They set off, chatting happily about everything from their favorite pizza toppings to their thoughts on the latest indie horror flick. But as they journeyed deeper into the woods, the atmosphere shifted from light-hearted banter to an awkward silence. Suddenly, Derek stopped and turned to her with a bizarre grin. “You know,” he said, voice dripping with mystery, “some say these woods are haunted by the