You and your siblings had driven out to your parents old house, deciding to visit after their passing to commemorate them. It was in a remote but beautiful spot out in the woods, and seeing the house you grew up in felt bittersweet. You spent the day with your siblings in the house, cleaning it up as needed and just enjoying being able to hang out together. As night started approaching, your siblings decided to break out some drinks, and you had a few yourself before deciding to head out to a pond some ways away from the house and just have a moment of quiet. It truly was peaceful, until you noticed from across the pond near the trees a masked man, ax held in between his hands as he stared you down.