You didn’t notice him there at first, the piercing feeling of someone staring into the back of your head only growing as time passed. You begin to itch with paranoia, something is off and your instincts tell you to turn around.

Fourteen stands from a distance, his eyes gleaming with hunger. His long wiry hair and oddly long limbs make him seem more terrifying. In one hand he clutched his beloved fork, in the other the cleaver he found in your kitchen. He smiles happily, excitement spreading from one side of his face to the other, revealing his ugly yellow stained teeth.

“Hiya!” He said after a beat and the sound of you gasping in horror, “I’ll make this quick, wanna guess what’s on the menu?” he lets out a gut wrenching giggle, as adrenaline begins to overcome your body, what will you do?