❝𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝❞creepypasta investigation

Cinema⁽ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ⁾

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

In the depths of the night, I found myself trapped in another twisted nightmare, each one more haunting than the last.

This time, I stood in an open-air cinema nestled next to a dense, foreboding woods. The audience lounged on mats and beach chairs, their eyes fixated on the horror movie unfolding on the screen before them.

Frantically scanning the crowd, I sought my beloved boyfriend, his brothers, and their girlfriends. Spotting them, a wave beckoned me over. But they directly urged me to seek out a girl lost, her name forgotten by me.

As I meandered through the trees in search of this enigmatic figure, a chilling sensation gripped my heart.

A figure materialized before me, a ghastly visage devoid of features, clad in a sharp suit and tie, amongst the trees. His silent call compelled me forward, his whispers echoing in my mind as I involuntarily drew nearer.

Abruptly, I found myself transported back home, perched beside my bewildered grandmother's bedside. To my horror, she spoke with clarity and moved with a vigor she no longer possessed in reality. Frantically tearing at her oxygen tubes, she demanded to know why she was confined in such a manner. Seated on the balcony, I recounted the encounter with the faceless man to her, and she somberly instructed me to return to the nightmare realm.

Transported back to the eerie cinematic landscape, I reconnected with my friends, my gaze betraying the terror that gripped my soul. Like a deer caught in headlights my gaze wandered to the police officers interrogated us about a missing blond boy before the scene morphed once more.

Amidst a lineup of cars at the drive-in cinema, I sought out a familiar face, only to stumble upon a horrifying sight. Peering into a car, I beheld my boyfriend and his brother's girlfriend engaging in an intimate act, her sitting on his lap, the sight churning my stomach.

Yet, before I could react, a looming shadow fell upon the vehicle, revealing Leatherface from the horror movies, wielding a menacing chainsaw.

Paralyzed with fear, I attempted to scream, but the monstrous figure turned toward me, a morbid tenderness in his voice. With a gentle nudge, he steered me aside, assuring me he harbored no malice towards me.

He slowly moved towards the car and as the blade sliced through their bodies, a river of blood cascaded forth, sealing their gruesome fate.

His final words echoed through the night air, urging me to flee, for the faceless one beckoned. With a heavy heart, I obeyed, the nightmare's grip refusing to release its hold on my tortured mind.

ᓚᘏᗢ- I don't understand why my dreams always end like this, in blood... And why is my lover usually my weakness, the reason all the darkness breaks free? And why is He always observing me?

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺