AN: Hey guys! This is my first fic ever.. ever. O.O I decided to do it on one of my favorite horror characters of all time! :D ANYWAYS! Time for warnings, it's rated M for language, and later on gore and maybe even some sexual content ;3.

Please, please, PLEASE review and whatnot because I really need all the advice and such that I can get! Enjoy!

So this is what it felt like to die. All those years I'd heard stories and seen movies about that "light at the end of the tunnel" nonsense couldn't have prepared me for this. The pain is searing hot and I can't tell if I should scream or just give in. My body is numb though.. isn't it? Where is the pain coming from if I can't feel my limbs? Everytime I look into his void that could vaugely be called a face, all I feel is a piercing pain erupting from some where deep within me. My soul perhaps? It's over now.. I'll just let him take me.. What else can I do? If you saw these tenticals, you'd understand. All I can think about in these last moments is how I wished I could go back a week before and take the advice of the cat that curiousity killed..

"Charlotte, get you ass down here. NOW!" Ah. The pleasant alarm of a Monday morning, via my awful mother. I drag myself out of my oh-so-comfortable bed, glancing in my mirror at my horrific tangle of bedhead. Ugh. I take my time picking out my black and white checkered skinney jeans and plain white v-neck and suspenders before attempting to comb my long mane and brush my teeth. I sling my messenger bag backpack over my shoulder before slipping into my torn Converse and slink down the stairs to my patient and loving mother.

"Yeah, yeah. I've been up forever now." I shrug off her deadly glare, grabbing a Red Bull from the counter before leaving through the back door as quickly as I can to avoid any contact with the woman. We weren't on such great terms after I was caught slashing the tires of a few deserving, over-rated rich kids at my school with a few less desirable friends of mine. Turns out no matter how long you've had to endure the harrassment of a certain assbag group during and out of school, you're never allowed revenge. Anyway, I digress.

I pull my skateboard from it's hiding spot beneath my rotting back porch and roll around to the side walk, making my way to meet up with Quinn and Patch. They always wait in the same spot for me at the same time every morning and I'm always late. Fashonably, of course. I see the annoyed looks on their faces from a block away and can't help but grin. They could always leave, but they never have and never will. What would I do without them?

"Is your ass ready now, or should we sit around and waste some more time? Williams has us on a strick schedual 'cause of your gutsy little stunt and I refuse to feel his "wrath" of lectures again and more after school suspension!" Patch always had a way of brighting my mornings with his optimistic ways.

"Oh calm your tits, Patch. It wasn't just her fault and you know it! And Williams can take his punishment and shut it!" Oh Quinn, always taking my side. The girl was my savior.

I just chuckle lightly and drop my board again and skate on silently, my two best friends falling in behind me. I hadn't even noticed what a disgusting morning it was, a muggy tint to the air and the overcast skies casting errie shadows through the dark trees lining the road. Gotta love Washington.

As we reached the steps, I quickly pick up my board up and strap it to my bag and walk in, the bell ringing just as I get to my locker. Thank God for the clocks in the school being a few minutes later than the normal time! I shove my board in and grab a worn AP US History textbook from the bottom of my locker, rushing off to my first class. My history teacher doesn't even glance at me as I enter, just shakes her head. I really do love this class but I just have had a lot of trouble giving a shit about anything lately.. since I got in trouble. Nobody even pays attention to me. Why should they? I'm nobody, a ghost. I can't wait to get out of this place.

Our teacher begins assigning our reading for the day and as the class falls silent and several students begin to mouth breath, I open my dirty book to the chapter on various witch hunts during the 16 and 1700s, one of the most interesting parts of our history in my opinion. Just as I flip to the last page of the chapter, a strange piece of paper slips from the book and into my lap. Somewhat startled, I nearly assume it to be no more than just an old note page of someone long before me but as I go to crumple it up I notice something very strange illustrated on it. I unfold the bit of paper and there before me is a very crudely drawn stick figure. Not an ordinary stick figure though.. one with several long, jagged-looking appendages potruding from it's body. It also had abnormally long, thin legs. The one thing about it that struck me as the most odd about the picture though was his.. his..

His lack of a face.

Even the simple doodle made my skin crawl. Why the hell would someone draw something so vile looking? Beneath the man, in cursive and faded pen it stated, "Always waiting, always watching. -S" S? Who the hell was S? And why were they so damn cryptic? I notice my teacher rising from her creaking chair and quickly stuff the paper into my pockets, not wanting her to suspect me of note passing. Not like I have any friends to pass them to anyway..

The rest of the day I could feel the picture nearly burning a hole through my pocket. I couldn't wait to get home and try and figure out what this could possibly mean..

AN: Kind of a sloppy ending but I promise the next chapter will be up within a week and it won't be so much explaining. :P Anyways, please review and let me know what you think and I promise I'll take it all into consideration! Much love. 3

~Roxy