It was the dead of night and you were restless. So, you decided it would be a good idea to go for a walk in the the dark, murderer infested woods, and prayed for the best. But, of course, you had prepared yourself just in case, though it probably wouldn't do much against a demon.

Holding onto your flashlight tightly, watching your steps, maybe it wasn't a good idea to watch horror movies all day...

You'd point the light at the trees, you swore they'd move, like they'd glitch through reality. It was freaky, all of it was freaky. You could hear screaming in the distance, a grown mans and a little girls screaming. You looked to a tree that had an old paper stapled to the trunk. You were curious by it and went up to the tree. You pulled the paper down, it was a missing poster for a little girl named Sally Hatfield, you knew about this, you knew she was sadly killed a long time ago.

As you were enamored with the missing poster, a man emerged from behind the tree. He stared at you. His face hidden behind a grey mask that looked to be made of bone and engraving, one eye covered up to show his right eye. The eye glowing a bright white. His arms covered in cuts and blood with dirt mixed within it all. His brown hair a complete mess, dried blood all over his clothes. And most importantly, a hatchet in his hand, being gripped for dear life.