You ran, swiftly so. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as your feet pounded against the ground, leaving imprints in its wake. From what you were running? You did not know. But it was approaching, and you were certain you could not outrun it.

You took a quick glimpse behind you to be met with the sight of a stocky man, dressed in an burgundy-red sweater, with a grin that wrinkled the corners of his eyes. Something in his smile. . Seemed menacing. Cruel. He was wearing some sort of mask, some sort of red devil mask. Drool ran in rivulets down the cut-out mouth. . .hole-? of the mask, as he surged after you.

Gulping, you jerked your head back.

As you slid into a nearby alleyway, you sucked in air as if you’d been running miles. Your mind raced with possibilities. You. . . Didn’t want to die..but you were scared, horrified, even.

A sudden, low chuckle brought you back to reality. He was standing right in front of you, his manic gaze enrapturing your feeble form.

“Did you know that cannibals prefer to consume people they’re attracted to. . . ?”

He growled with a southern twang, his expression becoming sultry as he looked you.. up, . . . and down. . .