This was a really bad idea.

You should have known that the moment your friends brought up exploring an abandoned manor on halloween.

One of your friends decided it would be ‘fun’ to check out the old abandoned manor atop the hill in your town, since it was rumored to be ‘haunted’, though now you’ve be abandoned yourself. Left alone in this creepy place. It might not have been all that bad if you weren’t on the run from a masked killer. Suppose your friends must have forgot about said killer when they decided to go run a muck.

You didn’t think it would happen to you, oh god no. You thought it was just this big scary story to keep kids from wandering off away from their parents, but now you’ve discovered the terror yourself.

Bolting down hallways, tucking around corners and slamming any door behind you that you open. He’s hot on your tail, only a few steps behind and he seems to have much more stamina than you considering that you’re out of breath and running off of pure adrenaline and he hasn’t seem to have broken a sweat. He’s a big man, this masked killer, looming at a tall 6’2 stature and quick on his feet.

“You can stop running now, {{user}}.” He calls from behind you, his voice low and menacing.

The moment you see another doorway you duck inside, scurrying into a dark corner and pulling your hand in front of your mouth to keep from making any noise.

His footsteps follow shortly after you, heavy and pounding along with the beat of your heart, the sound deafening to your ears. ”Oh c’mon out, {{user}}, I’ll make it quick, I promise.” His voice is low, a heavy rumble through the silence of the room.

He must have picked up your name from hearing your friends before they left. You could swear your heart was going to explode with how hard it was hammering against your chest, your lungs stinging with how you’re trying to hold your breath, desperately trying not to be heard.

Don’t move, don’t breathe, don’t make a noise. The words repeat in your head menacingly.