Good Luck! // Creepypasta x lucky reader

Ch1

Pulling into the parking lot of the playground I sling my backpack over my shoulder, I'm unsure for how long Ill be exploring the area so I prepacked some snacks and water. I'm not worried about getting lost or running into a mugger, my luck deals with such situations in favor of my wellbeing.

The majority of the crimes occur in this area, not surprising with how dumpy this little town is. The people on the streets all look like the dead, tired and slow, there gaze never leaving their feet as they walked like there scared to see something ahead of them. One such resident of the area told me precisely not to visit this Park while I'm passing threw, saying its where a tall monster resides, why I chose to do exactly that, a monster sounds promising for a suicidal maniac such as myself.

I could tell before leaving my vehicle that a group of gangster looking guys where eyeing me up threw my window, I suppose I had to look out for more then the monster I'm scoping out. I began to follow a hiking trail beside the playground, tapping my jean pocket to feel for my phone and my pocketknife, I doubt ill need either of them but I'm practically walking into a horror movie setting so let's make this as cliché as possible.

I'm only a few minutes into my hike when I hear gravel crunching behind me, I took a subtle glance over my shoulder to see three members of the group before hot on my trail. "god, please don't make me run today" I can feel myself cringe, I was about to be forced to exercise, not that I'm not capable of doing so, its just. ugh.

I reluctantly picked up my strides, following the neatly paved trail onto a back trail hidden behind some shrubbery, leisurely jogging at my own pace as the group behind me seems to have trouble caching up, tripping on rocks and roots that fall between the towering treetops.

The hidden trail has a different vibe going on, the further I go the darker it seems to get, the atmosphere is thick and fog hovers around as though the ground is breathing, its like the forest itself is watching.... The flowers are pretty though.

Eventually coming upon a clearing I slow my pace to give my pursuers a breather, I face them with a smile "can I help you gentlemen with something?" now that I have a better look at them they look less like gangsters and more like junkies, there clothes where baggy and torn, there hair was a mess, and there covered in sweat, though it may be because they just ran a good while threw the thicket. The bulkier of the three took a few steps forward then paused when his gaze caught my eyes, "damn, we where just going to rob you and run, but your so cute. why don't you hang around a little" he seemed to be one of those all bulk and no brain kind of guy, I honestly was not surprised, I am pretty damn gorgeous- wait did he say cute!? "ex -freaking-cuse me!? I'm not cute! (hansom/beautiful) definitely, but not cute".

They did not seem fazed by my outburst and just continued to approach me, smirking, and making creepy hand gestures. Ok, I haven't had a proper conversation with these guys and I already feel my brain melting. I just stood there with a blank face, watching them approach, until the lankiest of them reached a handout to place on my shoulder.

It was a little dark though I could barley make out a tan jacket over lanky's shoulders, it appeared to be observing my little party threw the black eyes of a white mask. What this guy thought he would get out of such a thing, I could care less, though if he wanted a good show, he will want to stick around for the end of it.