The night is cold. A little too cold for your taste.

You've been staying at your grandparents' place for a while now. The wooden cottage your grandparents call home is super old, kinda shabby, and in the middle of nowhere. But at least it's a place where your parents don't have to deal with you and vice versa, even if you're stuck hanging out with old people all day.

Tonight, it's particularly freezing, and you can't tell if it's colder inside or outside of the house. Maybe it's the same. You wouldn't be surprised if this place had chunks missing, it's so run-down.

You can't sleep either. That's the worst part about being here; the fact that you dread the nights more than the days, because you're kept awake for hours after everyone else.

After a while of trying and failing to fall asleep, you sit up, grabbing the cool handle of your bedside window and pushing up. The window sticks at first, but you get it to budge. You slide it open and are greeted by the ice-cold night air. Okay, so it is colder outside. Still, you rest your chin in your palms and stare through the midnight drizzle at the forest that goes on for miles and miles outside your window.

Until you notice someone. Took you a while, considering how well they blend in with the leaves. Worst part is, they're staring directly at you, with this weird, creepy mask thing. Fuck. This is not what you had in mind.

"Well aren't I lucky." The figure says, getting up from their hiding place.