Stacy Snow: a bodybuilder with no fear wanted to go into a costume shop that had opened on 666 Elm Street. She was looking for the perfect outfit for her Halloween scare when all of the sudden, the lights tuned off! She wasn't fazed, she merely took out her phone and used the flashlight on that. Nothing was happening so she just continued to look. Every once in a while, she would hear a faint thud, followed by a quiet screech. Thinking nothing of it, she continued looking. Occasionally, the lights would flicker as the sounds got louder and closer. She had still yet to find the perfect outfit so she ignored it. She soon looked up, only to see a disembodied head floating right above her. She thought it was part of the stores decoration and ignored it. A black figure started moving toward her, its bones creaking and breaking with each movement. When Stacy turned around, she somewhat saw the thing in the light, but when the light flickered off, then on again, it was nowhere to be seen. Getting weary, Stacy decided that she would look for her costume another day. As she started to move to the door to leave, she was stopped by the gruesome sight of the creature's back. She was appalled and stepped back, tripping over a hanger and alerting the thing of her presence. She tried to calmly crawl away as she focused on the black mass even as her heart started to thump loudly in her chest. The creature stood up, showing even more of his back. Stacy wanted to mourn at what the creature had gone through as evident of the many, many scars and new wounds covering almost every inch of the skin. However, as he started to smell the air and turn towards her, revealing more and more of it face, she began to stifle screams. His face was awful! Skin hanging down from various parts of his, rather it's, face. The bottom half of its mouth was hanging down by two strands of skin, one eye was out of the socket and dangling by the muscles that held it. Boils covered every visible part of the area. Its hands were only claws and Stacy watched in horror as the creature moved closer, the breaking of bones now both audible and visual. Stacy screamed and as she did, the creature moved at lightning speed and pounced onto her, clawing at her venerable face, gouging deep. She screamed until her voice was hoarse. Her wild thrashing only seemed to encourage the creature to keep gouging at her. All of a sudden, with Stacy's screams ringing in her ears, she bolted upright in her bed and gasped for breath, the nightmare still haunting her. Once she got her bearings, she darted to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. She turned on the light and gasped in astonishment as she lightly traced the gauges the creature had marked her with.
