"The Most Dangerous Game" by Richard Connell
Is this the most disturbing short story in a world where “I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream” exists? No. But am I still thinking about it well into my twenties? Obviously.
“The Most Dangerous Game” is about a wealthy man who hunts people for sport on his own private island. Here’s my question: would I make it? Would I live to fight another day? Probably not. I have neither the skill to outwit a hunter, nor the inclination. My survival instincts simply pale in comparison to my contempt for running and sweating and feeling stressed out. I would probably settle myself in a nice clearing somewhere and simply wait for death.