His secret

chapter 12

"Reminder, those trackers aren't for the hunters to find you, but for the organizers to keep track of who's still out there." The voice came from a speaker, not a real person, and it sounded robotic, very masculine.

We were reminded of the rules once again. The hunters wore masks, which seemed unfair since they knew what we looked like, but we had no clue who they are. one of the rules are that we cannot wear masks because hunters will have hard time knowing who to haunt.

We had an hour to hide before they'd start hunting us. It was 11:00 PM, and the hunt would begin at midnight.

Suddenly, a voice spoke up from the crowd. "This isn't fair! We don't know anything about them," a man said. There were at least 50 of us gathered.

After a moment of silence, the person in charge spoke again. "Alright, I'll tell you what masks they'll be wearing, but that's it."

"Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Ghostface, and a man in the mask," they announced. But there could be more than just those four.

"It's past 11. Time to start running," they said, and so we did.

With a sense of urgency, we scattered in all directions, each person finding their own hiding spot. Some sought refuge behind trees, others squeezed into small spaces between rocks. The darkness enveloped us, adding to the suspense of the imminent hunt.

As the minutes ticked by, tension hung heavy in the air. Whispers of fear echoed through the night, mingling with the rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. The knowledge that we were being hunted by unknown assailants sent shivers down our spines.

Then, as the clock struck midnight, a chilling silence fell upon the forest. We held our breath, waiting for the inevitable sound of footsteps drawing near. Each passing second felt like an eternity, our hearts pounding in our chests.

Suddenly, a twig snapped nearby, breaking the silence like a gunshot. Panic erupted among us as we realized the hunters started to search for us. Adrenaline surged through our veins as i scrambled to stay hidden, praying that luck would be on our side.

The hunt was on, and survival depended on wit, speed, and a stroke of luck in this deadly game of cat and mouse.

speaking cat and mouse, i have dressed as Lara Croft from Tomb Raider. it's an easy outfit, i already have everything.

i decided to go in a erie grass, why because i don't think anyone will come here, I'll be quiet, just sitting there but then suddenly i hear a voice, turned out they don't use their real voice

"anyone here" shit shit shit

"no need to hide, come out lets play a little" he's coming indie of the grass, i hear the sound

should i move? but the grass will move with me and he'll know where am i, then i decided to get on my four and slowly move

"hah got you" he says and i hear him run so i run too

i run, run and run without looking back but then i look and that was my mistake, i stepped in the mud and i fell, i see tall muscular man in a Jason Voorhees mask, he looks at me and i freeze, i see his holding a bat, nether of us does anything and after looking at me he left...

left? he didn't even eliminated me from the game, what was that?

whatever, i run out of there and decided to go somewhere else, but where?

i walk, don't run, because what if one of them is here, the masks they are wearing are the most popular ones, i at least see 3 of them every 10 minutes.

what if i hide in a red isle, it's a place where all the prostitutes are, i know not the best place but then again where is? I'm 2 hours away from my house, it would be stupid to hide there anyway