In the eerie stillness of a moonless night, the manicured greens of Pinehurst Golf Course lay shrouded in darkness. The only sounds were the rustle of leaves in the breeze and the distant hoot of an owl. A group of four friends, Jake, Sarah, Mike, and Emily, had decided to indulge in a late-night round of golf, thinking it would be a thrilling adventure. Little did they know, they were about to embark on a journey into pure terror.

As they teed off on the first hole, a thick fog began to roll in, swallowing the fairways and obscuring their vision. Ignoring the ominous signs, they pressed on, their golf carts cutting through the mist like ghost ships in a sea of shadows.

With each hole they played, the atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive. Strange noises echoed through the darkness, and the group began to feel as if they were being watched. Unease crept into their hearts, but they laughed it off, attributing it to their overactive imaginations.

But then, on the ninth hole, they stumbled upon something that chilled them to the bone. In the middle of the fairway lay a mutilated rabbit, its eyes gouged out and its body torn to shreds. Panic seized the group as they realized they were not alone on the course.

Desperate to escape, they raced back to their golf carts, only to find them vandalized and disabled. Trapped with nowhere to run, they huddled together, trembling with fear. That’s when they heard it—a low, guttural growl emanating from the darkness.

With mounting terror, they realized they were being hunted. Something sinister lurked in the shadows, something not of this world. As they cowered in terror, the creature revealed itself—a grotesque monstrosity with razor-sharp claws and glowing red eyes.

With nowhere to hide, the friends were picked off one by one, their screams echoing across the desolate golf course. By the time the sun rose, there was nothing left but bloodstains on the dewy grass—a grim reminder of the horror that had unfolded on that fateful night.

And so, the Pinehurst Golf Course became known not for its lush fairways and challenging holes, but as a cursed land where the spirits of the damned roamed freely, forever haunting those foolish enough to trespass upon its grounds after dark. OMG Imagine 🙂

Yours truly,

Socially Out Of Bounds (SOB)