It was dark. I was alone, internet gone, as I lay on my bed by my window and watched the storm roll over the sky. The lightning lit up the dark clouds in an instant, and was gone just as fast as it had come. I reached my hand out to touch the cold glass- since it was winter at the time- and found myself reluctant to actually come into contact with the hard material. I pulled back, and simply looked up at the sky, fascinated with it's power. I started to smile a little.

It was about 2 in the morning. The storm first arrived as soon as the sun had fallen below the horizon. I was drifting to sleep, when I felt a warm breath near my ear... I jumped, which was not good. The sudden, fast motion while my body was trying to shut down caused me to moan with dizziness.

My head...

I slowly but surely regained a level point of view, and then tried to process what had just happened to me. While attempting to do so, there was a chuckle coming from my closet. I felt like I had heard that chuckle before...
No. I was going insane.
Suddenly that storm wasn't so beautiful anymore. I became worried for my own life. Someone, or something was in my room. My house, my vicinity. My only safe haven was now corrupted with an unknown darkness. I crept off of my bed; slowly... it's creaking only made my mind reel even more with fear. However, I did manage to get off of the bed with some ease.

I ran to my bedroom door, opened it, and ran out; shutting it behind me. The floorboards also creaked, draining my sanity further. I looked around, seeing no one, not a single soul in sight. This wasn't good. I knew someone was in this house. I'm not imagining things, I know someone was here with me. I know I'm not alone!
There was little sanity left in me, but I savaged up the strength - the courage I had left - and calmed my breathing. I became dizzy again; the stress not making it any easier. That same chuckle was once again heard, just louder this time.

No... no, please no. Who are you? What do you want from me?!

I couldn't bring myself to say the words aloud. I turned around, and for a fraction of a second, saw a male figure outside on my balcony. It was basically a shadow, but something about it seemed off. I could see the contrast, the unnatural shine to his 'face', but it didn't seem like a face to me.
He was an average height... not tall, not short. His hair was sticking out in places, but he managed to make it look neat. The way I saw him, he was positioned with his hands behind his back, his legs looked to be about a foot spread apart from the other, and his head was tilted creepily. I backed up, and kept backing up until my back hit the living room wall. I blinked.. and there he was in front of me.

It was only a blink...

I gasped, unable to move, unable to blink anymore. I stared at this figure... his smooth, graceful walk, his twisted mask...
As the lightning flashed once more, I was able to get a better look at his features. His hair was a messy, dark brunette, but all of his facial features besides his perfectly shaped, smiling mouth, were unidentified. I didn't get a good look at the face the mask contained, but I got more detail nontheless. He stepped up to me... silent as he took my hand and swung me around so my back was facing the open space of the living room. He shoved me to the ground, a thin butcher knife in hand as he got on top of me. I whined, unable to do anything else; for I was still immobile. He slid the blade down my cheek slowly. It only cut so deep, and blood did escape; dripping down my face in 4 red streaks. I winced, and tried to move again, failing miserably. I was at the last seconds of my life.
Or so I thought.

The lightning flashed brightly, for the remaining minute I was still conscious, and only then did I realize who the masked man was. The eyes were hollowed out, scribbed holes. The usual, neat poker-face mouth was now jagged lines meant to be razor-sharp teeth, where the majority of blood was found, outlined in the same wicked pattern the teeth were. It was horrifying, but I knew who this man was.
"Cry..?" I whispered with my last ounce of strength.
He laughed like a maniac.. His real mouth was smiling with means to kill, but he didn't seem to be attacking me anymore. Just waiting... "Good guess. Though it seems the Cry you've come to know has gone a little... what's the word..."
He leaned down, tilted my chin up to his face, and smiled wider, "MAD," he finished his sentence, and my eyes widened as my surroundings faded to black.