I couldn't stop the tears as I looked around for my friend, who had randomly just disappeared. We were in the middle of nowhere, far from home. Our car broke down in an unfamiliar area, while we were on a road trip.
I felt a drop of water fall on to me. Great. It began to sprinkle, the sprinkles of rain turned into a downpour and I looked for anywhere to take shelter.
I saw a house in the distance, but I've watched horror movies. You never go towards the house in the middle of nowhere. Its literally walking into death.
So I took shelter under a tree next to the dirt road. The house was still in my line of sight so I observed it from afar.
I could see lights on, as the sun began to set. Lovely. I'm going to be out in the dark, alone, with no clue where I am. Well I know I'm in Texas, I just don't remember where at in Texas. I do remember seeing a town not too far back, unless my minds betraying me anyways.
Maybe I should try to walk back towards there. Its going to be my best option, but if (Y/f/n) is still out here somewhere, I need to find her. I can't just leave her out here in potential danger, right?
But it could be better for the both of us if I go and find help. But what if I don't make it back in time? Questions and thoughts swarmed my mind as slowly sunk down to the ground.
More tears began to pour out of my eyes as I thought about (Y/f/n). She could already be dead, and what did I do to save her? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. If something happens to her, I'll never forgive myself.
I'll think about it over night. There's no way I'm doing anything at nighttime. I don't want to put myself into too much danger.
***
I awoke to the loud noise of what sounded like a chainsaw. My eyes instantly opened and I stood up, looking around. There was no one in sight, but the sound of the chainsaw seemed to be coming over from that house.
Frightened, I decided to go towards the house, I took small steps, not really wanting to run into anything or anyone.
I was about to walk up onto the porch whenever a rough hand grabbed me and turned me around to face them. They put a hand over my mouth before I could scream. My eyes widened at what I saw.
"(Y/f/n)!" You hugged her, a huge smile on your face, now that you knew your friend was alive.
"We need to go." She quickly said, leading you away from the house. As you were speed walking away from the house, you noticed something. (Y/f/n)'s face. It was covered in scratches and bruises, like she had been in a fight.
"(Y-Y/f/n)." You began once you two had gotten far enough away from the house. "What happened to you?" You quietly asked, nervous for her answer.
"I'll explain once we get fair enough away." Her voice was shaky as she walked faster. You looked behind you and the house was still in sight, but now, something else was in your line of vision.
"Y/f/n!" You raised your voice. She looked behind you and saw a man starting up a chainsaw coming straight for you.
"Run (Y/n)!" She yelled as she began to sprint away from the man, who ran after you two. (Y/f/n) still had a grip on your hand, but as you ran, your hands became sweaty, causing your grip to loosen.
Before you could even react, another man was in front of you two, a what looked like machete in his hand. He swung at (Y/f/n), who, luckily, managed to dodge it at the last second.
You lost (Y/f/n) while running from the man with the chainsaw. You assumed the other man had chases after your friend. You worried about her, but made sure you ran. You jumped over fallen down trees.
You looked behind you and sure enough, the man was still following you, chainsaw in hand. You continued to run, looking straight ahead, making sure you didn't run into anything.
He chased you for another few minutes, you were running out of breath, your legs were about to give in. There was no way you could keep this up any longer. The man showed no signs of stopping and it felt like he was getting faster.
As you were running, you stepped into something. You let out an ear piercing scream as the tears formed in your eyes. You looked down and saw that it was a bear trap. You tried to get out of it, but you couldn't before the man got to you.
He leaned down and you looked into his eyes, silently begging for mercy. Though, it would be pointless, there was no point to try to reason with a killer.
As you looked at him, you took notice of his mask. It was made of... skin. The tears came down faster as you thought about being skinned alive.
Much to your surprise, he had slowly put down his chainsaw. You eyed him suspiciously, your tears were coming to a stop.
He slowly bent down, his eyes told you he was showing mercy, but you were still unsure. He began to help you out of the bear trap, that you had stupidly ran into.
You knew there was no way you were going to be able to run from him, not with your foot the way it is. You flinched as he completely opened the trap and then you felt some relief before you realized there was a good chance you were about to get murdered.
"N-no run-ning." His voice sounded as if he hadn't spoken in months. You slowly nodded, looking into the eye holes of his mask.
He picked you up bridal style and carried you all the way back to the house. You began to squirm as you realized where he was taking you. You knew there were others in the house that probably won't be as kind.
As he carried you inside, you realized that nobody was home, or at least around. You couldn't hear any type of noise or see anyone. You slightly relaxed into his arms before you realized he was taking you into what looked like a basement.
You began to wiggle around in his grasp causing him to hold on tighter, showing no signs of letting you go anytime soon. He laid you down on a metal table, slowly backing away, but keeping his eyes locked on you.
You took this time to look around the room. You noticed many different masks over on a desk in the corner of the room. You wanted to vomit, but held it back as you looked away and made a mental note to never look over there again.
You took a glance at the killer, who was looking straight at you. He slowly took a step forward, causing you to scoot back, but you weren't able to scoot back anymore. If you do, you'll fall off of the table.
"I-I'm Bubba."
