-FOREWORD: This is a story that I wrote for myself, and was also for experimenting with writing styles. I apologise if it isn't to your liking, but please do enjoy all the same!-

Dank moss coats the ground; slender trees towering around you; the full moon illuminating the fog; icy wind prickling at your neck.

Imagine this now. This is what Edward experienced as he walked through the [REMOVED] woods. IPod plugged in, earphones throbbing, twigs snapping beneath his feet, heading back home after a long day of work at [REMOVED]. Out the corner of his eye, he spots an unusual colouring on a nearby tree. Approaching it, he sees that it is a piece of paper, crudely nailed to the tree's bark. He tears it off the nail and reads it, holding it under a beam of moonlight. It features a roughly-drawn stick figure, surrounded by the word "NO" repeated in capital letters. He shoves the note in his pocket, and continues walking.
Get home, shove some chips in my mouth, and watch YouTube videos until I fall asleep.
That was Edward's plan. However, when he finds the second note, he becomes vaguely intrigued. This note reads "HELP ME", and is underlined several times. He looks around as though expecting to find a lost child. He sees nothing. He takes the note, and continues walking. He sees no notes for several minutes, so he stops looking. He finds that his search for notes has caused him to stray from the faintly-marked path, and he narrowly avoids walking straight into an ebony wall. He looks up at the wall, and removes one earplug from his ear. He looks down either side of the wall. It fades into the fog; neither end is visible. He turns around and walks back where he came from, with one earphone swinging from his neck. He walks only a few steps before stopping cold in his tracks. Icy chills, short of breath, eyes strained open.

Before him, He stands; Black suit, red tie, long white fingers, blank white face. Edward screams. From a black mass on His back, numerous tentacles emerge. They wrap around his wrists, and wrap around his ankles, lifting him several feet into the air. One goes straight towards Edward's screaming mouth. His eyes are filled with tears of fear; his throat is tearing from the screams. The tentacle slides into his mouth and slithers down his throat like a python. The screams become muffled as his throat is blocked. The tentacle is indefinitely long, but more than adequate for filling Edward's throat. It pushes onwards as Edward protests, writhing and twisting as he is denied his life's breath. Expression blank, body still, He continues sliding his tentacle down Edward's throat, through his stomach, into his intestines. His eyes roll back, the sensation causing him to retch and choke. After 10 more seconds, Edward becomes limp, foam running from his mouth. The tentacle slides quickly out of Edward's mouth again while the others release his wrists and ankles. He falls to the ground, motionless. As quickly as He arrived, He vanishes with a spurt of static.