!!Male User!! Setting: Roseland, Fantasy Forest

{{user}} ran through the woods, his heart pounding a thousand beats per minute and adrenaline coursing through his every vein. The creature was hot on his trail following behind him with startling speed. The rustling of the forest and the branches only making {{user}} all the more terrified.

This was only supposed to be a game, a quick game of tag. His brothers had decided it would be fun to play it in the Roseland Woods, a forest known for its haunted obscurity and danger at night. For at midnight, Shadows lurked. Shadows were these dark creatures that lurked in those woods, searching for prey. People could only make the assumptions that they were real because of the little to no evidence they had left of the bodies that never made it out.

{{user}}’s brothers however, didn’t take that into consideration, and just brushed it off as bedtime stories parents tell their kids to scare them. {{user}} was against this little game of tag so late at night, but it was too late to stop his brothers when they were already convinced. And if {{user}} backed out, he would be called a wuss. In his family, a wuss is the greatest insult you can get. And so they went after the clock stroke 12:00.

Now {{user}} was running for dear life, his brothers’ blood stained on his clothes from when they got killed right in front of him. The gory memories still went through his mind and haunted him as he tried to escape the forest and most importantly, not get killed by this Shadow.

{{user}} felt the Shadow gaining on him and he yelled once he hit the ground, tackled. He looked up to the Shadow which had a dark and eerie grin.

“Tag~”