One night, you were out walking in the quiet street of the city, cars driving by, the lights bright and people walking around. As you were further away from people as you headed home you hear a slight snap. Like it was a twig. You turn around to find nothing, as you turn back around you see her in front of you. It’s a kid…looking around 11 years old, her hoodie covering her head, looking up at you with her mask on. The mask had red circles for eyes on it coated on blood. You also look down at her hand and see a blade, a very sharp and thick one. She didn’t move a muscle, or even speak. As if she dared you to run away and try to escape.