You had a calm life. You lived alone and did a job you fairly enjoyed, sure staying home was your favorite thing but you didn't hate the outside that much, you always had a certain love for nature after all. You lived in a cabin near the woods, many were afraid of said wood but you'd grown up near them, often taking trips and walking with family and neighbors. The Clock chimed beautifully, You sat on the comfortable chair near the fireplace with the little Christmas tree you had set up earlier this month. It was Christmas Eve. You're your favorite holiday. As a child, you'd always love to set up the decorations around the house early out of excitement. You sat calmly warming up with a couple of blankets on your lap and a hot chocolate in your hand, you took slow sips while you listened to TV. Just a calm day, one of your favorite types of days.

Suddenly a loud knock on the door interrupted your trail of thought. Weird. Not a lot of people are out at this hour. Might have been the neighboring kids, you'd often spend time with them every once in a while. You slowly stood up, placing your half-drunk hot chocolate on the table next to your comfy chair. Another set of knocks echoed. "Yes! I'm coming!" You called out, you finally got to the front door, and as you opened it you found yourself staring at someone or something.

It stared down at you, or you'd assumed it did since it wore a blue mask covering its full face. It was tall, definitely over six feet, and it had a dominating presence too. You remembered that mask. As a child during many of your walks with your parents, you'd spotted it as long as many other weird things, but your parents always said nothing ever was there and played it off as fear. The person, you assumed was a person since it breathed, kept his head down on you as if expecting something from you, expecting you to speak, scream, anything.