Chapter 1:

When my mum told me we were moving back to the house we used to live in I didn't really know what to say or do.

By the time my thoughts had gathered enough to make an argument we had already made the decisions, moved and were beginning to unpack some boxes.
I barley even remember anything about this place.

I do remember I used to have a few friends around here but then my mum told me that they had all moved away.

No one was around here except Conni Rogers and her sister.
I was a good friend of her son Toby but something happened in a short period of time and him, his sister and his farther are all dead now.

I remember him being terrified of his dad as a little kid but being completely devoted to his sister.

I sat in my room trying to avoid my mums comments of "oh look at this!" and "won't it be lovely to live here again!?"

My old/new room was fairly big with one large window that gazed out over the forest that was practically at our doorstep. There was a lot of ghost stories about that place. My favourite of them all was of the slenderman, and that was because it had never been proven untrue, I like those type of stories.

After a few more hours of me trying to avoid doing as much as possible my mother called me for dinner and after we both proceeded to go to bed.

Since the frame hadn't arrived at our house yet my bed was essentially a mattress on the floor with a few sheets on it. I lay on top of it staring blankly at the ceiling.

The whole house was dark 'cept for the few street lights illuminating some rooms that had the curtains open.

I think something was wrong with the light nearest my room as it started flickering quite violently at around one in the morning. I don't sleep easy so being up at this time wasn't so bad for me.

I decided to get up, I obviously wasn't going to fall asleep anytime soon and this seemed like an ok option to go for.

I crept past my mums room, she knows I don't sleep much but she would go berserk on me if she knew I was up at this time.

Stepping into the kitchen I shuffled through the cupboards until I found a glass. I filled it at the faucet and started to drink.

Tap... Tap... Tap...

A small sound came from just in front of me, I peered into the blackness before placing my glass on the side and walking forward.

A tiny glint off of something made me stop and reach down. It was an acorn.

I was suddenly pushed down and pinned against the floor by another person.

They sat on my lower back and pinned my arms behind my back.
I tried struggling by bucking my hips but they were too heavy.

Another person started to come towards me from the black.
This one I could see as they had a strong torch with them that illuminated they area that was my kitchen.

He had this weird ski mask thing going on with red circles stitched on as well as another strip of curved fabric that made it look like had had a frowning face stitched onto the mask.

The other I couldn't see to well but I was fairly certain that he was wearing a mask as well.

The one I could see flipped out a pocket knife and held it out to the other who grabbed it quickly and pushed it against my windpipe.
The pressure wasn't enough so that the skin would break but enough to show that he could slit my throat at any moment.

The one who had gotten out the knife then took out some other stuff from his pockets. He reached over to where my hands were being pinned and slipped something under and around them both pulling them taught and keeping them together; zip ties.

The one on top of me relaxed slightly.
He turned from his position and slipped another of the zip ties under and around my ankles and thighs pulling them together and effectively pinning me in position.

He got off me seeing that I couldn't move and came into view. As I suspected he was wearing a mask too, only his was one of those creepy plastic masks that you get in school to paint. In black marker he had outlined the eye sockets and coloured in the lips, also sketching in curved eye brows.

The one with the ski mask took out a rag and a bottle from his pockets.
He poured some of the liquid onto the rag and held it to my mouth and nose. I tried to push away with my face but he followed every angle my head tilted with the rag. Eventually I couldn't hold my breath much longer and I took in a deep breath. My mind immediately clouded and spun making me dizzy and loose my consciousness. Another breath and I was met with the embrace of darkness.

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