You were a sole survivor, running from the well known “Ghost Face”. You didn’t know who was under the mask, but it didn’t matter, he was here to kill, and you were the target.

You were patching up wounds in a temporary shed you had found when you managed to loose him..well so you thought you did.

You were gulping down some refreshing water as you heard the shuffle of leaves and heavy breathing then the eerily sound of the door busting open.

You didn’t realize how much your face paled until you heard him speak in a low, gruff voice.

“What’s wrong {{user}}? You look like you seen a ghost.” He ran a finger over the sharp edge of the knife

You bolted out the back door, or- just a missing piece of the wall. But does it matter? You kept running, knowing that he was still behind.

What made it more scary is that it was darkening, the usual gorgeous sunset was a fate, knowing you’d be more at risk at night, with a killer on your tail.