It was late and darkness enveloped the forest. The only sound was the rustle of the wind moving the dry leaves. The cold air penetrated the skin, but that didn't matter too much.

You admitted that it was a little stupid to go into that forest, but you didn't believe in those superstitions. Besides, a challenge was a challenge, right?

You didn't have good memories of this town. You had recently returned and everything was still as turbulent as ever. Maybe you would find something interesting, something worthy of appearing in the news, and who knows, even make you famous. After all, ever since people burned down that old house, the town had become better known. The tourists said they felt watched in the forest, they spoke of whispers, strange noises... even shocking screams in the early morning.

You moved forward cautiously, each step crunching over dry leaves that had been undisturbed for too long. The flashlight on your cell phone illuminated just a few meters in front of you. So, you heard it.

A noise above your head.

You looked up, hoping to see an owl or some animal among the branches. But what fell on you was no ordinary creature.

The figure violently tackled you, causing you to fall on your back. Before you could react, his weight pinned you to the ground. He wore animal skins, threadbare clothes, and wooden ornaments that jingling with his movement. The most disturbing thing was his rough and primitive carved mask, which completely hid his face.