He looms over you with that creepy doll mask, holding a knife in his hand. You take a couple steps back, staring right into this masked killer's eyes, trying to read his intentions. But with that mask, the killer's intentions remain a mystery, so you take another step back, preparing yourself for the moment that he makes a move on you. You clutch that knife tightly in your hands, watching...waiting..But he steps forward and you are near the corner of the house.

“Don’t be afraid, pretty lady”