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The Masked Man > A

Art up top isn't mine credit to the original artist. Sorry for the wait again like Jane, Masky is giving me some problems with writing.

Warning > again maybe not in this one but in maskys story in general. Gore, strong language and sensitive topics.

You decided to investigate the noise from downstairs. You couldn't shake the feeling you'd regret it if you didn't, so as slowly as possible you quietly snuck out of your room a the way to the staircase. You listened for a minute before going down the stairs for anything nearby. After not hearing anything you made your way to the bottom of the stairs. You looked around the dark house before slowly making your way to the kitchen.

The only light you had was the moonlight shining in through the windows of the house. You slowly crept into the kitchen to find what seemed to be nothing, until you caught something shining on the floor. It was a frying pan, that would at least explain the noise that you heard. You walked over to pick it up when you saw the window above the sink was wide open, the night air flowing in sending shivers down your spine.

You slowly crept over to close the window as you placed the frying pan on the counter. You had closed the window and slowly started to make your way back to your room. As you got to your bedroom door you thought you heard something shuffling around. In alarm you slowly creeped into your room, you instantly came face to face with a person in a white mask.

There was silence for a few minutes as the two of you seemed to just be staring at each other. You both stood there frozen until you heard a bird outside and the masked person seemed to snap out of there state and charge at you. In responses your flight or fight instinct kicked in and you ducked into a small ball on the ground. The person tripped and rolled over into the hallway outside your room. You went to close your door when the intruder grabbed onto it holding the door open.

You quickly looked around when you spotted your mothers favorite vase. You quickly kicked the table it was on causing it to fall and make a huge noise. The masked intruder didn't understand your action at first until he heard your parents. He quickly sprang up and ran downstairs back to the kitchen, before you could go after him your parents had already came out of your room.

"What have you done you useless brat!" Your mother screamed as she saw her vase on the ground. Your father was behind her trying to calm her down. Seems one of his good personality's was in control of him instead of the meaner one. Your mother kept trying to hit you but your father seemed to do well on holding her back until she got to tired to fight anymore. Your father slowly picked her up and walked back to there bedroom giving you a sympathetic look as he closed the door.

You slowly walked into your room forgetting the vase and just sitting on your bed. A man had just broken into your house, they were in your room clearly looking for something. As more and more questions buzzed your mind you couldn't help but feel watched as you slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

~time skip~

A few weeks have passed and your life hasn't changed much except the fact your father had started to get help for his disorder and go to there therapy, while your mom well your mother was on her own your dad had enough of her and finally asked for divorce papers. Your life was getting a small bit better every day but you couldn't stop thinking about that masked intruder. You hadn't seen him since that one day but you always wondered who they were or, what they wanted, and what they were even searching for.

You had so many questions left unanswered, but that was fine by you. You didn't ever want to see that mask again and you were happy your life was getting better but something in the back of your head always told you that wouldn't be the last of that person you saw.

(THE END of part A. Hope you all enjoyed part B will be up about sometime between 1-3 days)