p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="631113d6b4a9afee9fa453a4758549d2"Simon povbr style="box-sizing: border-box;" /I drove through the forest. I had already talked to the boy's parents. Apparently, his reason for leaving into the forest was an argument during dinner. But he never came home, and the police couldn't find a trace of him. The road through the forest was very bumpy, and even though it was just past noon, it strangely had gotten darker. Suddenly, I saw a tall, bulky man step forward into the road. I slammed my foot down on the brakes, but the car didn't stop. The headlights eventually got close enough for me to see the man's face. Or, rather, his mask. A terrifying mask of white, with sharp teeth in the mouth hole, that was carved into a smile. The eye holes were pitch black, and there was no nose hole. The man was also holding a serrated machete, made of random pieces of scrap metal. Instead of wanting the car to stop so the man wouldn't get run over, I changed my mind to running the person over, and I slammed my foot down on the other petal out of fear. I braced for impact, but there was none. I looked up, and there was no man there anymore. But he was in the middle of the road, so how did he avoid me? Then I looked down on the road in front of me, and saw the road was ending. I attempted, again, to push the brakes. The car veered to its side, and screeched clean off the cliff. I looked in horror as I slowly approached the water at the bottom of the cliff, cold enough to cause hypothermia if the fall didn't kill me. I closed my eyes, and waited for it all to be over.../p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="3ab295628aa5f09f7d61f7c98771c917"I then opened my eyes. No pain came from the fall. In fact, where I was looked nothing like the setting I was once in. I looked around. I appeared to be in some kind of shed. I felt my body. I was still solid. Still alive. There was still a pulse. I sighed in relief, then leaned my head back, banging it hard against solid metal. I stood up and looked behind me. I saw some kind of old-fashioned generator, apparently broken and dusty. Why would this shed need electricity? I looked to my left and saw stairs going down into a basement. I was about to go down there, but then I got a sudden chill in my spine. I definitely did not want to go down there, my instincts told me. Suddenly, I heard a heart beat thumping. Not my own, getting closer and closer. A sign of danger dreaded me. I looked for somewhere to hide, and saw two pairs of locker door to my right. I ran to them, and hid in one. I saw the creature who owned the beating heart step into the shed. It was the same man-creature I saw on the road. I gulped as I saw the weapon in his hands, but quickly became breathless as he looked towards my locker with his masked face. He stared at it for a few seconds, then walked out. The sound of its heart faded as it left, and walked farther, and farther away. I sighed in relief, then stepped out of the locker. However, I instantly regretted it, as I felt someone strong grab the back of my shirt collar, that dragged me to the ground. I looked up, and saw the man again. He must have hidden his hear beat somehow. He then picked me up, and slung me over his shoulder. He carried me down to the basement in that same shed. I struggled to get out. I couldn't die now. But the being's brutal strength overpowered me as we entered. There was blood splatter absolutely everywhere in the room. On the floor, the walls, even some in the ceiling. And in the center of the room, I saw four meat hooks, covered in blood. I struggled harder, but to no avail, as I was slung on the shoulder onto the hook, the solid metal piercing my shoulder blade. I screamed in pain, and struggled to get off, but it only made it hurt more. Finally, I realized it was pointless to struggle, and I lowered my arms. I waited for the man to kill me, but he just left me instead. Left me to die from blood loss, surely. I waited for several minutes. Until suddenly, giant black tendrils started forming around the hook's base. I struggled to get off again. But like before, it was no use. I struggled until the black tendrils, razor sharp and pointy, stabbed through my body, making me cough up blood, and causing me to pass out. br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /I thought I died, but little did I know, my adventure had only begun../p
p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-size: 18px; font-family: 'Source Sans Pro', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; padding: 0px; color: #555555;" data-p-id="3ab295628aa5f09f7d61f7c98771c917"I then opened my eyes. No pain came from the fall. In fact, where I was looked nothing like the setting I was once in. I looked around. I appeared to be in some kind of shed. I felt my body. I was still solid. Still alive. There was still a pulse. I sighed in relief, then leaned my head back, banging it hard against solid metal. I stood up and looked behind me. I saw some kind of old-fashioned generator, apparently broken and dusty. Why would this shed need electricity? I looked to my left and saw stairs going down into a basement. I was about to go down there, but then I got a sudden chill in my spine. I definitely did not want to go down there, my instincts told me. Suddenly, I heard a heart beat thumping. Not my own, getting closer and closer. A sign of danger dreaded me. I looked for somewhere to hide, and saw two pairs of locker door to my right. I ran to them, and hid in one. I saw the creature who owned the beating heart step into the shed. It was the same man-creature I saw on the road. I gulped as I saw the weapon in his hands, but quickly became breathless as he looked towards my locker with his masked face. He stared at it for a few seconds, then walked out. The sound of its heart faded as it left, and walked farther, and farther away. I sighed in relief, then stepped out of the locker. However, I instantly regretted it, as I felt someone strong grab the back of my shirt collar, that dragged me to the ground. I looked up, and saw the man again. He must have hidden his hear beat somehow. He then picked me up, and slung me over his shoulder. He carried me down to the basement in that same shed. I struggled to get out. I couldn't die now. But the being's brutal strength overpowered me as we entered. There was blood splatter absolutely everywhere in the room. On the floor, the walls, even some in the ceiling. And in the center of the room, I saw four meat hooks, covered in blood. I struggled harder, but to no avail, as I was slung on the shoulder onto the hook, the solid metal piercing my shoulder blade. I screamed in pain, and struggled to get off, but it only made it hurt more. Finally, I realized it was pointless to struggle, and I lowered my arms. I waited for the man to kill me, but he just left me instead. Left me to die from blood loss, surely. I waited for several minutes. Until suddenly, giant black tendrils started forming around the hook's base. I struggled to get off again. But like before, it was no use. I struggled until the black tendrils, razor sharp and pointy, stabbed through my body, making me cough up blood, and causing me to pass out. br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /I thought I died, but little did I know, my adventure had only begun../p