The first attack on me was when I was a little girl like five years of age and I was walking home from school one day and I heard a noise that was coming from the forest next to the path leading to the way home. I always take this path and I usually used to the sound of the bunnies running though the grass and fallen dead leafs on the floor but, this didn't sound like it but more like the sound of something moaning like a person only very, very loud almost like a giant man so, I run over there and I see a very tall, skinny, wearing a tux, bald and... wait th... OH MY GOD!!! HE HAS NO FACE!!! I turned around and started to run. I was running so fast I fell three times and I scraped my knees on the hard dirt path as I was running also crying I never turned to see if that thing was there. Come to think of it I don't think he was chasing me at all. I saw him everywhere I went after that. Stalking me like a voucher waiting for me, to... you know... die.
