Marble Hornets Your POV

Part 1 The beginning.

I turn off the engine of my motorcycle, take off my helmet and gear, and walk towards the nearby picnic table. As I put down my stuff on the table, I look around.
"Rosswood Park" is written on the board at the entrance of the park. I came here sometimes when I was a child. My childhood is one big blur to me, but this place, I do remember.
I open my laptop and start working on some things. It's quiet out here...
I can hear the leaves rustling in sync with the wind blowing through the trees, the birds happily chirping, and the water flowing in the river close by. It's nice and relieving to hear such sounds. With the weird stuff that has been happening to me these past years, I can finally relax a little bit. I look around the park and see three men standing at another picnic table close by.

They, along with about two other people, are also in the park. This park had many more people the last time I was here. It was always crowded. Yeah, that was a while ago, so I think everyone has grown up.
I get back to my laptop and work on it for several minutes. Out of nowhere, I start coughing really badly. I cough up blood. It seems like I have drawn the attention of the men at the other picnic table. As fast as I can, I grab my bottle of pills and take one. This happens a lot; I just start coughing out of nowhere. I went to the doctor for it and got some bottles of these pills. They work fine.
After calming down from the coughing, I look up. There is a weird figure standing in the distance. It's a tall, slim figure. That thing... I've seen it a couple of times before. It means no good. The men at the table see that something is up. They look in the direction I'm looking and see the figure as well. They thought only they could see that thing, but I guess not.
I grab my stuff and slowly but steadily walk back to my motorcycle and gear up, then quickly drive away. The men also walk to their car and decide to follow me from a distance. They need answers; they want to know how and why I can see that thing as well.

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(Btw Y/N doesnt know the men are following them. It sounds creepy, but it with a good reason they follow Y/N):)
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After some driving, I arrive at my house. The three men park on the other side of the street in front of my house to see if anything happens.
As I walk inside the house, the feeling of emptiness starts filling me. The vibe in the air is weird. Every time I walk into the house, this happens, mostly in these past few years since my parents were killed here. I walk to the room where I'm sleeping. This is not my normal bedroom, but a small room where a bed just fits in the corner and there is one window.
It feels safer to be in this room than in a big bedroom with two doors and three windows. With a thud, I drop onto the bed, trying to lower the feelings of emptiness. After about five minutes, I get up again and stand with my back against the door.

"Put your hands in the air," a manly voice says from the doorway.

I raise my arms up.
The men outside are watching through the window as they see me raising my arms. They don't know what is happening, but it doesn't look good. They stay in the car, safe, without anyone noticing them.
I hear a clicking noise. It just takes a second to know what the sound is. The man is holding a gun, and that is the sound of a bullet being chambered. Ready to be shot whenever he pulls the trigger. The sound sends a shiver down my spine.
"Grab all the stuff you need from the house, and get out," he commands me. His voice... It sounds so familiar, but my mind can't place who it is. I slowly turn around to face the man with the gun. With a cold stare, I look at him. Then the realization hits me. I know who this man is. Anger starts filling my bones, but I can't do anything because of the gun.

"You!..." I say.

"Long time no see, Y/N," he says with a calm voice.