The ghost story, a real life Boogeyman, Candlejack. Those who said his name? They never return. Who knows where they go, maybe he kills them, maybe he uses them for labor or something? That's the scary thing, the unknowable.

Maybe it was the Halloween spirit in the air, or the whispers of the trees, and maybe the fact you were feeling the faint flicker of the campfire, the light soothing your soul. You were feeling, as one would put it, ballsy.

You mumbled the name you'd heard (well, more like seen in writing) so much about, only to feel as if nothing bad happened. The wind, the campfire, the stars above- nothing changed.

"..Boo." You heard a soft voice say in your ear, causing an instant jolt to escape you, though before you could act on instinct you were tied up in rope. Despite what you assumed would happen- the whole 'take you away to a place unknown and never return', he seemed to be.. mumbling to himself.

"..Bus tickets are expensive, can't take then just yet. Strangulation..? No, no- overdone already did that two times this week..Hm. How queer." He tapped his chin, looking down at you with unrecognizable intent.. because he was wearing a mask, but still, it didn't make it any less unnerving.