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CHAPTER THREE

i try to find the words to speak, but nothing comes out. as if a deer in headlights i stared at the two figures before me, shellshocked.

the man in the white mask held up a crowbar that i hadn't noticed before, holy shit were they going to kill me?

the man took a step forward and i bolted through the trees, i did not wish to stay and find out his intentions.

the forest feels familiar, i eventually find myself in a clearing. i've been here before.

suddenly i feel as if my surroundings are shifting and my eyes focus on a new location. i am chained to the wall, the two masked figured i had seen in the forest stood above me, my body ached as if i had sat there for hours.

after hours of torture, my head fell low, i felt weak.

the two men towered over me, their dark figures casting imposing shadows on the walls. their faces were obscured by masks,i could see the eyes of the man wearing a white mask, they glowed with cruel malice, i felt as though he was enjoying this.

i tried to wriggle away, but the chains that bound me to the wall kept me stationary. my body was on fire with pain, and my chest felt like it was being crushed by a vise. my screams of agony echoed through the small chamber, but no one came to rescue me.

the men were sadistic in their torment.

an eery silence hung in the air as i glanced up to my oppressors, they two looked down on me, i felt small, like a mouse caught in the corner.

"we'll meet again soon"
the man in the white mask leans down and whispers in my ear in a gruff voice.

'god i fucking hope not'
i thought to myself.

then everything went dark again, until i woke up to my alarm the next morning. my body still aches as though the dream was real.

i turned off my alarm and sat on my bed stretching, i glanced at my laptop. i supposed i should also write down the events of my previous dream, this had become a trend.

i picked up my laptop and began to type, my fingers tapping away furiously on the keyboard. i started by describing the dream in as much detail as i could remember, my fingers dancing across the keys as i tried to capture every moment. the vivid images of the two masked figures, the white mask of the man, his cruel eyes staring at me, the burning pain in my body, all played out in my mind as i wrote.

whilst i was writing, i also noted how the two figures looked like the characters from marble hornets, it was likely that was where my mind got it from, however after the previous nights i thought it'd be best to note that, especially due to the characters links to the faceless being.

as i finished, my heart was racing. the dream had felt so real, like i was actually there. i rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the feeling of unease that lingered.

i got up and stretched, trying to shake off the lingering effects of the dream. i put on some coffee and looked out the window, watching the sun rise over the city.

today i would have to go grocery shopping. luckily i wouldn't have to walk through the woods in order to get to the store, when i get back i'll continue my research.

i poured the hot coffee into a mug and sipped it as i watched the view from outside my window. today seems like it will be a good day.

"shit", i spit out the coffee. i burnt my tongue.

i grimaced in pain and quickly ran to the sink to rinse my mouth with cold water. after waiting a few seconds for the pain to subside, i took a deep breath and looked out the window again.

"well that was ironic..", i sighed, chuckling to myself.

with that, i finished my coffee and packed my things for my trip to the grocery store. i put on my shoes and coat, grabbed my wallet and headed out the door.

i tried to push the unpleasant dream to the back of my mind as i walked out into the cool morning air. i breathed in deeply, enjoying the smell of the cold morning air. as I walked down the street, i saw a few people walking their dogs, children playing in the park, and cars driving by.

i felt a sense of comfort in the normalcy of the world around me. it was a reminder that, despite the recent disappearances and strange vivid dreams, life was still going on.

as i approached the grocery store, i noticed that the parking lot was packed. i figured it was probably because of the holidays coming up.

the store was busy, with people rushing around trying to pick up everything they needed for their holiday needs. i made my way to the produce section, trying to avoid the chaos.

i found a cart and began to fill it with the groceries on my list. as i made my way through the aisles, i couldn't help but notice the amount of holiday decorations everywhere. christmas trees, stockings, and ornaments were lining the aisles, even though the holiday was months away.

overall, my shopping trip was uneventful. i made it to the register without any incident and checked out.

as i began my walk back home, i couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that this mundane task was over. i felt slightly better knowing that i had finished one of the items on my checklist.

now all i had to do was go home, put away my groceries, and continue my research.

with the groceries put away, i grabbed my laptop and sat down on the couch. i took a deep breath and started to read the articles i had saved from yesterday.

i read article after article, taking in as much information as possible. i write down names of family and close ones of the missing victims, their phone numbers and where to look for them.

after writing down the information, i planned when would be the best time to contact them, today was probably not the best. i will call the people tomorrow, i will interview them, i already had my questions ready.

with a deep breath, i put my laptop aside, and decided to watch the news for any new missing cases, and soon i started writing new names.

as i watched the news station, i started to feel the effects of the coffee and the adrenaline from my shopping trip wear off, and the tiredness of my previous lack of sleep set in. i decided to take a quick nap, hoping it would give me the energy to continue my research later.

i huddled up on my couch, it was cold but i'm already too tired to grab a blanket. i closed my eyes and let sleep take over.