Holyshitholyshi- the thought ran on repeat in his head as he pressed himself tight up against a wall and attempted to level his breathing. Hearing the threatening hum of your chainsaw reving, the bloodied apron hung on your waist and the leathery face of a prior victims sat tied loosely around your head. His legs ached and his knees locked repeatedly in fear and ached fron running. Hearing you creep through the interior of the house, his breathing ceasing as a floorboard under his feet creaked