User:PaintingWounderlandBlack

GAME OVER
Okay, I don't have much time so let me make this quick. She knows that if I see her again, she'll kill me. Sorry, getting ahead of myself here. I'll tell you what happened. My friends and I went on this camping trip. It was late at night, and we were at the fire telling scary stories. We were just acting like normal teenagers. That's when Mike had the great idea to play this game. Like I said before, it was late at night, and we were in the middle of the woods. Well he pulled out these masks. They were all different colors. Because I didn't want to look like a complete coward, I went along with his idea. If I knew it would have ended out like this, I wouldn't have said yes. I would have just ran away.

Before I get ahead of myself, let me get back to why I'm here telling you all of this. After Mike pulled out the masks he told us the rules. The rules were as followed: 1) Take a mask. 2) Don't tell anyone who you are. 3) Don't speak. 4) Don't leave the area. After hearing these rules, I was instantly confused. Partially because Mike didn't sound like himself. He sounded as though he was possessed or maybe even like he was being controlled by someone or something. Even feeling like this, I still did what he said. I grabbed my mask. It was blue, and it looked as though black tears were pouring out of it eyes. As soon as everyone placed their masks on their faces, Mike looked up and playfully said, "Now let the game begin!" No sooner did he speak, he ran off. We soon separated into different directions.

As I walked through the dimly light wooded area, I looked up at the sky and noticed the moon. The Moon a bright crimson red. It looked as though it were from one those stories that my mother use to read to me, as a child. After what seemed like hours of wondering around, I came upon an old house that looked somewhat like a shack. The four windows that I could see were shattered. My curiosity began to overwhelm me, and I decided to investigate. While proceeding up to the doorway, I noticed that it didn't have a door. It looked as though no one had been there in many years, but I could hear a distinct echo of what sounded like someone or something weeping inside. My only instinct was to carefully proceed into the shack and see who or what the sound was coming from. As I walked in, I saw my friend Jess. She was sitting in the corner of the room, and it looked as though she had been crying for a little while. The only way I was able recognized her was because her mask was off. As I began to walk closer to her, I halted my steps. I was in such a state that I couldn't move. I was completely horrified. Her cloths were drenched in blood. She then began to tilt her head towards me. All I could see were the dark holes where her eyes used to be. It looked as though someone had gouged them completely out. As I examined her further, it looked like someone had pushed her into a fire pit. The skin on her body was scorched. Jess began to stand. As soon as she was fully upright, I began to feel sick to my stomach. With what little strength that Jess appeared to have, she braced her self upon the wall. Her intestines were seeping out of her abdomen. They began to falling out upon the dirty wood floor. I was surprised that she was still alive. No more than a few seconds after that thought had crossed my mind did she drop to floor dead. I had never wanted to scream more in my entire life than that moment. Unfortunately, I couldn't due to the rules that were placed. In fear of the consequences and the pure shock that I was in, I did nothing. The only thought that I could come up with was to run, so I did just that. I ran.

While running away from the shack looking house, I came across a river. As I approached the river, I noticed a Willow tree sitting about six feet away from it. The river looked calm and peaceful at a glance. As I neared my breaking point, I thought it to be a good idea to rest and catch my breath for a moment. I sat under the Willow tree and began to look out upon the water. As I watched the water move past me, it looked some what strange. The water began to quickly shift between crimson red and blue for a moment. It reminded me of a video game, and how sometimes while you are playing it begins to lag and glitch out. The moment I was finally able to focus on the actual color of the river it became a solid crimson red.

Soon after, I heard what sounded like two people walking and arguing behind me. Frightened of what would happen if they saw me, I took this as a moment to hide. I ran to the nearest tree and hid. I wish that I had the courage it would have taken to run and not bear witness to the next events, but unfortunately I didn't. By the time I could find the strength to move it was too late. If I would have moved, they might have noticed me. That's when I saw her. I couldn't recognize her from a distance, but I could hear them arguing about someone getting away from them.

I could tell that she was with a male who was wearing, what looked like, a Pikachu mask and a black suit on at the time. As they began to approach the Willow tree I was able to get a better look at the girl. She was wearing black and grey stripped pants. It also looked as though she had a rope around her waist holding different vials. The vials were different colors and on them were some sort of label for each one. Her black corset was tattered and ripped. Her hair was a mess, and I distinctly remember seeing dried blood on her skin. She almost reminded me of a cat the way her eyes were black with red pupils that were shaped like slits. Her teeth were jagged and sharp looking, as though she filed them into razor points.

By this point, I didn't want to take the risk of one of them seeing me, so I decided it best to walk away as quietly as possible, minding the loose twigs and branches. The moment I thought I was in the clear, I was stopped in my tracks by a blood curdling scream. By the tone, I could tell that it was Dan. I quickly turned back to see what was happening to my friend. As I approached a vantage point, I could hear him pleading to the girl. He wasn't pleading for his life but for his death. The girl looked to Dan and smiled at what I'm guessing was his plea for death. By this point, the girl must have become unsatisfied with the way things were turning out, so she pulled out what looked like a scythe. The following actions made me so sick that I wanted to scream. She took her scythe and sliced Dan's head off his body. Shortly after the blood had splattered onto the Willow tree, Dan's head bounced to the ground. With the last thud of his lifeless head to the ground, she picked up his head and began tossing it around. She looked like a child who was playing with a ball or a cat playing with a ball of yarn.

With this, the girl soon spoke as though she were reminding herself, "Four down and two to go!" The voice was one I had never heard before. I was raspy and coarse. It had not been one of my friends. With a great sigh of what sounded like boredom, she began to walk away. In pure horror, I had realized an unsettling fact. I am one of the two. I couldn't help but wonder who else was left. One other person and myself was left, but who was it. It didn't matter. My gut feeling was telling me something at that exact moment, and it was right. It was too late. Most of my friends were dead, and now I must survive what seemed like the most impossible night of my entire life.