chapter 1: seeing things
My name is Mason, im a 15 year old student that attends high school in Lancashire, England. Its been over a month now, im finding it hard to sleep every night and it causes me to pass out in class. I've been in so much trouble from it that being yelled at by my parents, teachers and even my friends has become a part of my daily routine. But nobody believes my reason... well except Olivia, but its no surprise though. She's been my friend since... well forever I guess, 8 years ago I met her when my mother took me to her friend's house for dinner. As my mother and her friend, Tracy were talking I was told I could play in the living room with her daughter. From then on it went sort of ugly but we became friends after.
lets take a trip back to what causes me life scarring nightmares. A month ago I was on my way back from my friends house, I was walking down a lit street at night I came to a stop in front of the large park. I cant really explain it but I could feel something, a presence in the darkness. Overwhelmed with curiosity I followed the presence as if in a trance, not thinking about the consequences that could happen. All that was in my mind was a whispering voice that I couldn't make out, it sounded familiar though, it gave me a sense of reassurance as I trampled through the dead leaves.
My feet stopped moving and a pulsing chill went through my body as I looked at one of the many towering trees around me. But this one was different, it had a scrap of paper pinned to it with a rather unusual drawing on it. I approached the drawing to try and make something out of the hastily scribbled note. As the image began to shape as my eyes adjusted to the darkness I could see what it had. It was some sort of figure of a tall man and scrawled writing next to it saying "follows". The second I read that word I froze, I knew at that moment that I wasn't alone. I could hear the sound of branches snapping with great force behind me, I quickly turned around. I could see it...the thing from the picture. But he was different, he wore a suit as black as the aura he gave off, a head as white as a ghost with no facial features. But what I was truly afraid of were the terrifying tentacle like limbs destroying anything close to him with enough power to rip a tree in two.
He was approaching me at a slow rate, as if drifting towards me, my legs began to move again and I ran without looking back for the exit. I ran through and made it for my house, my speed never changed once as I arrived at my house. I burst through the door and ran upstairs to my room, the one place I felt safe and sound. I hid in my bed and stayed there for a few seconds, I slowly crawled out and leaned against the blinds of my window, creating a small opening for me to look through. I saw him...watching me... following me...