A/N: Oh good! you've decided to continue reading the story! Here's what I came up with:

Disclaimer: Nope. I don't even wish it so.

It literally started one day when I - well - existed. That's really the only way I can put it. Though not in the way a tree, or a person exists. I just… was. I had no physical texture, but I was conscious, aware of my surroundings, and felt my own presence. I remembered my life before that moment, but there were pieces missing.

I was in a park, beside a stump made of stone. No one was there. I felt tranquil, like nothing had changed a few moments before. I was convinced that I wasn't dead strictly because I could still feel my presence in my surroundings, and there was no bright light. At least I think there wasn't. Then I heard a noise.

To this day I don't know what that noise was, but in the very instant I heard it, I felt threatened. Not just startled, I felt like if I didn't do something, I would disappear. So an instinct I didn't know I had kicked in. Something activated within me and in a click, I grew a physical presence. I triggered it like it was the most natural thing in the world, but I had never done it.

I felt fear, panic, and an overwhelming urge to stay perfectly still. To my right comes a runner with a dog and I relax. I try to move, but strangely, my instincts scream at me not to. Ignoring the thought, I remember detaching my right leg from my left as the runner stopped and turned his head.

The next thing I felt was searing pain.

Pain in its purest form traveling up my right leg, I tried letting out a terrific scream, but nothing came out. So I stood there, immobilized with fear, with the runner dismissing the thought that he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. He just went on his way with his dog as if I didn't feel like I was being burned alive.

What is happening to me?! Screamed my thoughts.

Looking down at where my right leg was supposed to be, the amount of anxiety I was getting at the time was enough to make anyone collapse as I noticed that below it stood a pile of crumbled stone. I won't even tell you about how terrified I was when I saw that I was fully made of stone. The best I can describe it is Indescribable fear.


For a while, I stood there doing a handful of things within my mind. I was contemplating my terror to move again, I was retracing my steps, trying to remember anything before I started to simply exist. Nothing was coming up. It was like something on the tip of my tongue that I was so close to figuring out, like the answer was staring me right in the face.

Getting over my fear of movement, my instinct letting me move again, I decided to try something. Feeling my body vanish into thin air, I moved, quite quickly I might add, and before I knew it, I was in the middle of the park.

Well, then.

I was about to move again when that familiar mental stab at the back of my mind was set off again, and I froze, energy travelling down my limbs forming my physical presence that I didn't question until later.

I heard steps, meaning that someone was watching me. It's like a static alarm of slight anxiety in your head once you get used to it. You're not even sure when they come or leave, (Or blink) it's just instinct.

Anyway, I was frozen in the park, and there were steps. They were coming closer and this was when I started to fear again. The steps slowed, and I could feel their eyes travelling all around me (quite frankly, I felt extremely uncomfortable). For a split second, I felt my instincts release me, and my first response was to try and leave. Though something happened right then that I will never forget (and am slightly embarrassed about to this day).

As I was moving to get away, I felt my hand touch the person to my side while turning to run, and an enormous surge of energy. Like something slightly cool and energizing was being sucked through my arm and being delivered through my core. It felt like my entire being was inhaling and exhaling in satisfaction.

I felt power. A twisted sense of maniacal joy like a shot of adrenaline. I didn't know that this was something I craved until my first taste of it. Suddenly, I didn't feel afraid or anxious. All of my fears had vanished.

Though that was quite short-lived, because when I turned around to the source of this delicious feeling, I was horrified to find that there was no sign of the person. After being sure there was no one around, my "sixth sense" releasing its grip on me, I looked around. There was no way that the person could've run in any direction without being seen.

Now here's the horrifying part. Something sticky was covering my fingers. Something red. Dripping. Off. My. Fingers. The ones that had barely skimmed the person.

I was convinced that there was no one else around, because why else would I have been kneeling on the ground, feeling like I was going to throw up but couldn't, feeling asphyxiated, but not having breathed at all-

That's it.

That's one of the things I was missing. The thing staring me straight in the face.

I felt fear, panic, and an overwhelming urge to stay perfectly still, but there's one thing I didn't hear. My heart. My blood pounding in my ears, my lungs burning. I didn't feel any of what I should have felt.

I tried to scream, attempting to release whatever demon had taken hold of me, but all that was released was silence. Silence that rang out, echoing through my insides, a deathly shriek that would later become the subject of a cruel irony. This was the sound that would become my laugh for the centuries to come.


A/N: I have this theory that even when no blood is spilled, these beings have their victim's blood on their hands. Symbolic or literal. Next chapter will hopefully explain why we don't see it. Thanks for reading!

- rainbowrider1290