The Beast; a name that your town knew all too well. Recently, news had been spreading like wildfire about a burlap masked killer. A killer so brutal that even cops that went to the scene were horrified at the victims' state of mutilation. This killer was impossible to track. his killings didn't seem to have any pattern to them. From what it seemed he would just kill when it was convenient. And he didn't take things lightly.

The state he left his victims in was...brutal to say the least; thus his name. He left their bodies in pieces...torn limb from limb, left impaled, or shredded to a pulp. It was never the same. The Beast made sure that every killing was unique, but there was always one common factor in all of his victims. Every victim had their heart torn out of their body. Sometimes the heart would be missing from the scene entirely, or sometimes....it would be found, popped like a balloon.

But this was on the other side of town. You didn't like to think about it too hard. But you were safe, you always looked behind you, locked your doors, all of the necessary precautions. You wanted to let loose a little, so you invited some friends over to stay the night. Safety in numbers, right?

You and your three other friends hung out in the living room, watching TV and chatting...and maybe having a drink or two. You kept hearing tapping on the window with something that sounded sharp. However, you dismissed it as a tree branch. After all, you had been paranoid about the killer for ages, tonight was supposed to be a time to relax. But that all went out the window quite literally when you heard the front window shatter, and the doorknob to the front door begin to twist with a squeak.

You and your friends hid in various places. You and one other friend were in your closet together. You reached for your phone to dial 911...you had left it in the living room. You gesture for your friend's phone and they fumble around trying to dial, but just as they were about to hit the final button, their phone died. It was then that you heard the scream of one of your other friends...but it stopped as abruptly as it started with a gurgling sound replacing it. You heard heavy footsteps then the scream of your other friend.

It was just you and your friend left in your bedroom closet, and you heard the footsteps grow closer. It was so quiet that you could hear your heart beating rapidly...too quiet. Suddenly your closet door was ripped from its hinges, revealing The Beast, sweating and covered in blood. He ripped your friend out of the closet by their hair. Their head was sliced clean off and The Beast plunged his fist into their chest, tearing out their heart. He then squeezed the heart so hard it popped and brought his hand to his burlap mask, tracing over the blood on his mask from all his previous killings. Every time he killed he'd layer the victims' blood in the shape of a smile on his mask. He then looked at you.