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“I am NOT doing that!” I protested. Jasmine snickered. “What? Are you too scared?”
I glared at her in response. “No, I just don’t want to get stabbed and die."
Adrian rolled his eyes."You are not going to die. You decided to play Truth Or Dare. You picked Dare. You are gonna do it!" I put up my middle finger in a not-so-polite gesture. He winked at me and said “When and where?”
I punched him in the shoulder and snorted at his antics. “But still, you’re a bitch. I am NOT going into the middle of the woods, at night, by myself. That is literally asking for death.” Jasmine laughed at the name calling.
“Come on! Don’t be a baby. It’ll be fine. It’s only for an hour.” I pouted at her, trying to find my way out of this. With a final sigh, I knew it was pointless. I had agreed to play, after all.
“Fine...”
We stood at the edge of the woods, behind the old library. The moon was high in the sky, giving the area a creepy vibe. Or maybe it was the fact that this was absolutely terrifying. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my flashlight and headed off, glancing back at Jasmine and Adrian doubtfully. This was the dumbest thing I had ever done.
I’m that kid who avoids this kind of stuff. You know, stupid stuff that is likely to end with my dead body deep in the fucking forest, far away from any life. Grumbling to myself, I trudged through the trees, glancing around nervously. I stuck to the worn trail that twisted through the trees.
It had been around 9:52 when I'd left, so I assumed it was somewhere around 10:00. I listened to the sounds around me, my nerves getting the best of me. A twig snapped, and I jumped, right into a log, which I tripped over. Great. When I got up from the ground, and dusted myself off, I sighed loudly. This hour felt like an eternity.
The trail continued twisting deep into the trees. It was supposed to lead to some kind of pond, but the farther along I got, the more i doubted it. It just continued on and on. I grumbled to myself again before looking around. And immediately stopped.
In my focus on the trail, the forest had gone completely silent, as if it was holding its breath. No night time animal sounds, no crickets chirping, not even the trees made a sound, their leaves still. My heartbeat sped up as i nervously glanced around. Nothing. It was so deathly quiet, that I barely dared to breath, scared it would come crashing down on me.
Pulling down my sleeve, I help my watch up, trying to read it. The dim moonlight made the shiny surface completely reflective, so the only thing i could see was my face. I tilted the watch, trying to see the fucking time. Then I froze, my blood turning to ice. A chill ran up my spine as I stared at my watch. The watch was tilted so that the reflection showed half of my face, and the forest behind me. And in the reflection, a figure, dressed in a white jacket was slowly creeping up on me. I swirled myself around, eyes wide, expecting to come face to face with the thing creeping up on me. But the path was empty.
I was shaking, my senses on high alert. Was I just imagining it? No. Not possible. I know what I saw. I wasn't alone in the woods.
As I was about to pull out my phone and texting for help, when deep laughter echoed through the trees. It wasn't the normal, whole hearted laugh, but something sinister and maniacal. It was something you would hear in horror movies, which is what this was seriously starting to feel like. I backed up, then turned to run back up the path, to my friends. Apparently my stalker had a different idea, because it was waiting a couple yards away, leaning against a tree.
My body froze, fear weighing me down. The man, no, the thing had paper white skin and dark, ashy hair. his dark eyes had stared at me, unblinking. But the worst part, the thing that made my heart stop, was his smile. His cheeks has long slashes, reaching all the way up to his cheekbone. Dried blood stained the surrounding skin, making my stomach churn uneasily. He held a bloodied kitchen knife in his hand, which only made my fear grow.
When he started stalking towards me, my instincts finally took over and I sprinted in the other direction. His footsteps crashed down behind me. My heart was going 90 miles an hour, and I was in a panic.
Twisting through the trees, I knew that I would never lose him if I stuck to the trail, but I didn't want to leave it, in fear of getting lost. Something flew past my head, making me gasp in surprise. Barely an inch past my head, a knife was buried deep into a tree. Any closer and I would have been dead. I was about to yank it out of the tree, but decided against it when I turned and saw him way too close. I took a sharp left, running off of the path. I didn't have a choice, it was either weave through the trees and try to lose him, or stick to the path and let him catch up.
I jumped over logs and under tree branches. This fucker just wouldn't get off my trail. My initial shock had worn off, and my mind was working again. I zigzagged through the forest, never keeping a straight trail for more then a couple seconds. If anything, it slowed him down.
But I was starting to slow. Thanks to my adrenaline and panic, I had wasted a ton of energy. My breath came out in heavy gasps, and I whipped my head around, looking for cover and listening for my pursuer. Now that I knew he was hunting me, it would be harder for him to sneak up on me. The forest was still deathly quiet, and the temperature was definitely dropping.
And to make matters worse, now that I was under the trees, it was dark as fuck.
Thinking, I put my back against one of the trees, so he couldn't come from behind me. Putting my hood up, i crouched down and tried my best not to stick out. Which, lucky for me, was easy enough. Unlike mister stabby over there, I blended in. I was wearing pretty much all black, and with my hood up, my face was more or less hidden. I knew he could see about as well as I could, since it was literally pitch black. I could barely see shit.
I stilled and help my breath as something broke the silence. Footsteps, followed by a rather vulgar string of curses. Not even a minute later, mister stabby himself arrived. He was hella easy to see. His white jacket was practically luminescent. I would have to be blind to miss him.
"-Where in the actual fuck did they go? No fucking way I lost them. They were making so much noise, and then it just stopped! What in the actual hell!? Fuck me-"
I inhaled. He immediately stopped talking and turned to look directly at me. "Shit." I bolted back down the way I had came. I didn't dare to glance behind me. My only goal was to try and find a way out of this forest without getting murdered by this psycho. I was tired and out of energy, and it became increasingly obvious. My sprint wasn't nearly as fast as the first time. My lack of energy and my disability to see more then a couple feet infront of me was going to be my downfall. Literally.
Like any cliche horror movie, i fucking tripped and fell, although mine wasn't nearly as graceful as the actors. I practically ate dirt. I rolled to the side the second I got over the fall, and was greeted with a boot slamming down right where my head had been a moment ago. Trying to dart up, I yelped as I was pulled back by my hair and tossed down onto the ground. He jumped on top of me, sitting on my stomach, keeping me from getting up. I thrashed around wildly, punching and kicking at him. He let out a snarl, a fucking snarl and attempted to grab my hands and pin me. Attempted being the key word. Somehow I managed to punch him square in the nose, making him let go and grab his nose with his hands.
I used his distraction to my advantage, and shoved him off of me. He hit the ground, and I kicked him in the gut, making him double over with a groan. "Fuck you, bitch." I hissed before running away, using my newfound energy, probably caused by my adrenaline skyrocketing once more.
It was safe to say that I was lost. The forest stretched out around me, seemingly endless. Yep. I was gonna die here. A buzz from my jacket pocket made me jump, and almost scream. I stopped running, and pulled my phone out of my pocket. It was my timer. An hour was up. Too bad I cant go back now, since I have no idea where the in the actual hell I am. Checking the time, It was now 11: 12, and hopefully my friends would come for me. Typing in my password, I opened my phone to my home screen. Thankfully, I wasn't a complete dumbass for once. I had a compass app, because I was always super paranoid of getting lost. How ironic.
If I remember correctly, the edge of the forest where Adrian and Jasmine left me was South, and I was currently facing North. Thank god I'm not a complete idiot and just kept running straight. I did a complete U-turn, and started walking, trying to conserve my energy. And listen for my stalker again. I slipped my phone into my pocket, since the light would draw more attention than mister stabby's hoodie. I mean jeez, who wears all white to go murder someone. It's like he's never murdered before. Bitch don't even know the basics. I actually laughed at myself. Who the hell was I to judge this psycho on what he was doing wrong? The worst thing I had ever done was graffiti. And even then, I had felt guilty afterwards!
The laughter helped calm my nerves, and I focused on my surroundings. I was definitely going the right direction. The trees where thinning and I could actually see somewhat better. By that I mean I can see more than two feet in front of me.
I immediately stopped walking. I narrowed my eyes at a particularly large tree in front of me. "Oh hell nah." I swore I had seen the moonlight glint off of something. My walk turned South East, as I tried to sneak around the tree without alerting whatever was behind it. Probably my little friend.
I barely peaked my head out from behind the tree I was hiding behind, and almost gasped, though what I saw wasn't really a surprise. Mister stabby himself was crouched behind the tree, waiting to ambush me as I walked by. Peeking around once more, I could see he was becoming increasingly annoyed as I didn't pass him. He was about to glance at where he though I was, when my dumb, uncoordinated, ass lost my balance. I set my foot down to steady myself. and stepped on a fucking twig. Seriously, what is my luck?! Did I offend mother nature or some shit?!
And of course we both locked eyes, and I could see a mixture of rage and something else I couldn't identify. He started that slow, intimidating walk towards me, and I glared at him before doing the obvious. Running away. I got about twenty feet away when i realized that this is exactly what he wanted me to do. Waste my energy, and tire myself out so that he could just walk after me and kill me. I glanced behind, and my thoughts where only proved as he was still walking after me in a confident way. Well fuck.
I didn't know what to do in this situation. I was just watching him as he approached me. There was nothing i could do put run. But running would basically kill me at this point. I couldn't fight him. He had a weapon and I didn't have shit. He seemed confused as to why I stopped, and slowed his stride only a bit. He thought I was up to something. I really wasn't. I was just about to wing it and hope for the best. Crouching down, I picked up a fist full of dirt, but kept it out of sight.
"Is the little victim giving up? Aw, and I was hoping for an actual challenge. Oh well, gutting you alive will be fun, bitch." With the last sentence, I could tell he was pissed I had escaped his first attempt on my life. I practically growled back, gritting my teeth, and tensing up as he tried to make me mad so I would make a rash decision.
He took a step forward.