Why me? (creepypasta x reader)

I had never been scared as a child.

I guess I didn't understand the concept of danger.

I was okay with that though. But others weren't. I frequently got into fights and had to go to the hospital a couple of times. I met the man in the woods he came to visit sometimes and would give me things. Like rope, flashlights, book bags, and batteries. Camping stuff mostly sometimes a book or two. I didn't really get it but I always used the stuff he gave me.

And then I met more people or were they realy people. I don't know but I was able to befriend them. Everything was great and then I was in a new world all because of stupid challenges.