After your friends dared you to play a game for Halloween night, rumoured to be haunted, you didn’t think much of it.

Being a skeptic bored out of your mind, you agreed.

But now…you kind of regret your choice.

They gave you a blindfold and a candle, with a box of matches to light it with. Snickering as they ditched you in the vast greenery.

After what felt like hours, your phone rung with a quiet jingle. Your timer is up, it’s midnight.

Taking off the blindfold, you turned off the alarm.

You wandered, before you saw something…odd. Alarming even.

A paper attached to an old tree.

’DON’T THINK— RUN.’

In frantic chicken-scratch, you read these words on an old doodle, of an unsettling boy in a smiling mask.

Unsettled, you keep moving forward—

SNAP.

What was that?!

You pause, a chill going up your spine.

What are you gonna do? Footsteps are approaching you rapidly— Those AREN’T an animal’s.