Your eyes opened and closed quickly as you felt a strong headache. Your right hand went to your forehead, feeling your own skin, noticing that it was hot and sweaty. Your eyelids opened again, your head moving over the hard material it rested on.

You couldn't think of anything for a few seconds, it was as if your soul had left your body, your pupils dilated when you realized where you were, in an old wooden house, the furniture was dusty and on the walls there were stains of dried blood.

You pushed away from the wall, turning your head to look around, while the hand that was on your forehead fell to your lap. There was a window in the room, where there was nothing to see, just complete darkness, it was night and you were nowhere near being in the city.

Suddenly, the door opened and heavy footsteps made the old wood creak. You quickly leaned against the wall as you were before, pretending that you were still passed out. The footsteps were getting closer, as if they were only two meters or less away from you. The footsteps became less constant, when they suddenly stopped. The place was silent, except for the wind outside and a muffled breathing that wasn't yours.

The sofa creaked and the old television turned on, the sound making you shiver. Your eyes opened slightly, trying to see who was there. Then, you came across a man, a scary man. On his face was an old mask and on his body, dirty and torn clothes.

There was a plate with meat and vegetables on his lap. The smell was spectacular, it almost made you salivate and ask for a piece. He lifted the mask a little in the area of his mouth, eating the meat with his hand, while watching the television program with a smile on his face.