Man in the Mask

Chapter 1: The Wandering

Yes that's how you can describe me. Irresponsible, most definitely actually. That's how this all started. It was a warm crescent moon, I was angered at my mom. Whom had been yelling at me for not picking up my clothes. I decided I'd wander into the woods. Try to find a relaxing spot. I wandered for at least 15 minutes until I came upon to this fallen tree. It was damp but not wet. I sat down. It was actually really comfortable. From the log I had a picture perfect view of the land. I glared around watching the birds fly, or the little bugs moving about there ecosystem. As well as the chirping of the night time crickets. All very soothing. I must say this really calmed me. I sat here for at least 30 minutes. Then I decided I better start walking back as it was nearing my bed time.
When I was walking for about 5 minutes I noticed something. It was a smell. A smell I have never smelt before. Almost like the stench of burning flesh. I gazed around to see something I would never forget. A person. He was huddling over a dead body! The blood was dripping all over the grass. I rushed to a nearby tree. There I carefully watched. He looked to be praying. It was in a language I couldn't understand. I leaned in to see if I could see and hear anything more. CRACK! I fell onto the cold hard grass floor. I quickly glanced over to see the man wearing a blue and yellow mask with strange lines all over it. He rushed towards me with knife in hand. He put the sharp blade next to my neck. I could feel it piercing my throat. He spoke with a lisp. He told me "If you ever speak of this I promise you won't live another day." My heart pumped so fast you probably couldn't measure the beat. He fled away. It looked like he fled toward the direction of where the log was. I ran at the fastest pace I could ever run, not stopping a minute a rest. I arrived at the house, with my mouth shut with my parents and siblings completely oblivious to what had just happened, and what was lurking in our woods.