Creepypasta One-Shots

Masked Man - Masky

Masked Man - Masky

Peyton tapped his foot against the dirt path, arms crossed and blue eyes narrowed. "Why did I think this was a good idea again?" he asked himself lowly as he looked left and right. "I came from that direction...didn't I?" he questioned himself as he looked to his left. You see, out of nowhere the young college student decided to go out for a midnight stroll...through the woods. Though he didn't know why, he decided to blame it on his sleep deprivation due to long nights of studying and countless hours of lying in bed and question the meaning of existences.

Somewhere along his midnight stroll he had ended up walking off the path, after about an hour later he had found it again, only to grow confused as he didn't know which direction lead out and which lead deeper into the dark forest. The trees seemed to grow taller and engulf the night sky, blocking what little light the moon gave during this chilly night. It was early fall, the tree leaves were dyed brilliant colors such as red, orange, and yellow. Shroud in darkness with only a little bit of light peeking through the leaves, the brunette ran his fingers through his messy brown hair and chose to head forward. Hoping to God that he picked the right direction and wasn't getting even more lost then he was before.

After a while he stopped as his ears twitched slightly, the sound wasn't that loud. But, still it wasn't that hard to catch in these quiet woods. It was the sound of footsteps that tipped toed through the leaves, crunching them softly yet loudly enough to hear. Looking back, Peyton's eyes scanned the surrounding area once again, he wasn't exactly scared more nervous. This wasn't the first time he had been in these woods late at night, back in his high school days he and his old buddies would run through these woods. Back in their 'rebellious' days as they would call it they would hide out in these woods in the middle of the night, drinking and smoking so they wouldn't get caught.

Sometimes try and look for ghost or any of that other 'supernatural' junk that he didn't believe in now. 'We sure were idiots back then' he thought as he continued to walk. Once again after a while he heard that same noise before, but this time he didn't look back, believing it was just an animal...an animal whose footsteps almost sounded exactly like human footsteps. Burying his hands into his navy blue hoodie that had the college's initials on it he quickens his pace as he continued to look forward. Trying to fight back the urge to look back as well as he controlled his breathing.

It wasn't until he looked to the side did he almost stop in his tracks. It was just a flash and he believed it to be his eyes playing nothing but tricks on him. Because for a minute he thought he saw the figure of a man and white, not much detail but the white stood out more than anything as the few moonbeams that hit it, illuminated it brightly. Swallowing thickly he shook his head and continued to walk. For an hour he walked, with no signs of the path ending or any entrance that would lead out of the woods and to the nearby park.

Giving a sigh of defeat, Peyton fell to his knees and covered his face. "I chose the wrong way!" he whined loudly before looking up and peeking through his fingers when he heard movement. From what little light was provided he saw a man standing just a couple of feet in front of him. He looked to be a few feet taller than Peyton with broad shoulders that you would find on a football player. He wore a tan colored jacked that was zipped all the way up to the neck along with dark blue skinny jeans and black worn out converses that were caked with dirt and looked about ready to rip at the seams. His hair was a mess of brown knots and looked like it hadn't been brushed in days, maybe even weeks. Instead of looking into a face, he was staring directly into a while porcelain mask.

It had black feminine lips and arched eyebrows that looked like they were scribbled on with a sharpie. Around the eye holes was a think coloring of black that made the blue eyes staring out stand out more and almost glow as they stared blankly at Peyton. "H-hello" Peyton called out as he lowered his hands and pushed himself to stand, looking at the masked man. "Uh, hey buddy, you know Halloween isn't for a couple more weeks, right?" he questioned, only to be met with silence. "Okay, look. Do you know the way out of here? I'm kind of lost" he said, scratching the back of his head and blushing lightly in embarrassment.

Once again all he received was pure silence as the sound of an owl could be heard somewhere nearby. Along with the sound of wings flapping as said bird took flight from wherever it was. "Hey, I'm-" Peyton started to say before stopping as the masked man started to walk towards him. First his movements were slow but soon he started to pick up pace as he was soon in a full on sprint towards the brunette. "H-hey!" Peyton exclaimed as he took a step back before turning around and started to run in the opposite direction.

With the sound of his feet and the masked man's feet pounding against the dirt path, adrenaline rushed through Peyton's body as he just stared forward. What felt like hours he soon watched as the trees grew father apart to let more light through as he was starting to reach an exit that would lead him straight to the park. 'Finally!' he cried out joyfully in his mind. Just as his hope was beginning to rise, it was soon destroyed as a heavy force knocked him to the ground. "Fuck!" he cried out as he hit the ground, smashing his jaw roughly against it and causing his teeth to rattle around.

Forcefully he was flipped onto his back and was straddled by the masked man who just looked down at him with wild blue eyes that stared into his own. "Let me go! Let me go!" Peyton shouted as he shook his head back and forth while bucking around like a crazed bull that had just seen the color red. Before he could say anything else, a fist made contact with his lower jaw, causing him to cry out in pain as another punch was delivered to his right eye. "Stop" he groaned out through the punches his eyes shut tightly as he tried to defend himself, but it was futile as the punchs became more savage. When the punches started to slow down he peek his left eye opened since it wasn't swelling like his right eye was starting to do.

Tears welled up in his eyes, causing the right one to sting and throb as he looked up at the masked man who just stared down at him. "Why?" he asked quietly before noticing movement to his left, glancing, he started to shake as he saw the masked man's hand inch toward a rock that was sticking out of the dirt path. He pried the rock out of the earth, leaving a hole where it used to be as he raised the decent sized rock up. "No, please! God no, please don't do this!" Peyton cried out loudly as the tears quickly leaked out of his eyes like a waterfall. Before he could get another word out the rock came down and smashed down onto his skull.

Pain shot through him as he heard the smallest of cracks, but at last the rock did not kill him right away. Once again the rock was brought back up before being thrust downwards and onto the college student's head where another faint crack was heard as an ear piercing scream filled the night air. The rock sliced some of the skin on the brunette's forehead and drew blood that leaked downwards. Repeating the process he did before, he did it over and over as the small crack started to grow louder and louder while Peyton's body shook and quivered under the masked man's. Soon the body grew still after one finally strike, the middle of Peyton's skull was caved in as the skin was ripped and torn from the rock that now glistened red.

Blood poured quickly out of the dent that was starting to bruise as Peyton's blue eyes lost their shine and rolled up into the back of his head. Disappearing from sight and leaving the body behind as it begins to grow could. The masked man stared down at the college student before standing up; the front of his jacket had little splatters of blood on it as he carelessly through the rock to the side. Thump. That was the sound the rock made when it landed.

Patting his hands on the front of his tan jacket he bent down and grabbed a hold of Peyton's ankles and began to drag him off. Getting further and further away from the entrance of the woods and deeper into them, he turned away from the path and dragged the body through the trees and leaves. Twigs, mud, and leaves begin to stick to the already paling body as it was dragged. The masked man stopped at a clearing and dropped Peyton's legs as he gave a finally glance to the body before hearing the light sound of static in his ears. With ease he walked through the fallen leaves, listening to them crunch under his feet as he walked away from the body.

Morning came as two boys walked through the woods, between their lips were cigarette's as they pushed each other around. Walking into a clearing one of the students pushed another one further ahead of him, watching as his friend tripped over something and fall backwards completely. Shaking his head, the boy looked at what he tripped on before screaming as his friend stood there frozen in shock. Before them laid the dead body of Peyton, it was starting to smell and the skin was beginning to gray as flies buzzed around him. In fear, the boy on the ground scampered up and ran past his friend who soon followed after as they both screamed in fear.

Neither one paying attention to the sound of static nor noticing the carved symbol on the dead body's neck, which was a circle with an 'x' through it. Nor did they notice the tall figure or masked man that watched them both run away with their tails between their legs and their forgotten cigarette's lying on the ground with smoke still rising from them