--- Major Time-skip (cuz Imma lazy bug) ---
You sighed as you finally found a flat spot next to a fresh water river deep with in the hills behind you family's house. Summer had finally arrived at last! No more boring school, agonizing tests or painful lectures, just you, the trees, and your bag of supplies. As you went through your list of things, you felt like you were forgetting something, and then you remembered – Masky.
The whole month before school let out, you had been avoiding the masked boy as if he were the plague, and it wasn't only hurting him, but you as well. It killed you to be without his company for so long, and it had even gotten to the point where on the last week of school, the closest thing you both had come to making contact was a single glance at one another from opposite ends of the soccer field.
The reason you were avoiding him was simply because you were nosy. Seeing a bunch of weirdo's on the woods knife fighting against one another with odd looks was bad enough to cause an awkward snag in your friendship, but then while web surfing, you found the link to a website called “Creepy-pasta.” You being the natural curious girl you are, jumped on the website and begun to surf it, and before you knew it, you saw pictures of all the guys you had seen in the woods, along with none other then Mask himself...
Why the hell did you have to be so curious, you wished you could go back in time and slap yourself before you had clicked on the website. You wished you had never seen the website, and you wished you had been less worried when he left for the woods. Now that you knew, something deep inside you was making you avoid the best friend you had ever had, and you hated yourself for it.
“Stupid!” You snapped at yourself before picking up a near by stick and giving yourself a good whack on the head, just hard enough to cause you to wince, but not cause any real damage.
After you had punished yourself with the stick, you shuffled to your feet from your sitting place by the river and begun to set up your camp. A small tent near but away from the water in case it rained, a cooler with small snack foods and drinks you kept locked up tight but left it near the river in case a bear came sniffing, and a bag of dry snack foods for those days when hunting and fishing was unsuccessful along with a flask for water and a small GPS device to find your way back to camp, since you sucked at reading a compass.
Everything you would need for a 2 week trip roughing it among the woods, just like you did every year. Usually you would bring friends, but this year it was just you, and that was a good thing in this case, since you felt like you needed time to think anyway. With everything going on between you and Mask, you needed time alone to clear your head.
Don't Trail Behind
The Beast Wont Stop Till We're Dead
All The Scrapes On Our Knees
Will Tell You Where We've Been
Where We Have Bled
Are We Placed High
In The Autumn Days
You had begun to hum to yourself as you picked up some fishing poles and begun to set them up along the bank of the river, eager to get your first catches before night fall, which was quickly approaching as you hummed. You hadn't gotten to your usual spot till a little after noon, so now you were stretched with the task of gathering food before night, and gathering some fire wood for the pit in order to cook said food.
Just before you had started the next verse, you were already greeted by your first visitors, a pair of young wild cats who had begun to sniff around your cooler while your back was turned. You not being scared of a few stray house cats quickly got to your feet and shooed them away with a loud “Ey!”
Luckily it was enough to startle them and they took off through the trees, there tails trailing behind them as they vanished into the bushes. Normally when cats such as those came sniffing, you would had treated them to a snack, but they had looked fairly well feed for forest cats, so you had decided against it. They could clearly hunt if they were that lean, so they didn't need your food.
After the incident with the forest cats, you quickly proceeded to scrounge through the near by bushes for twigs and dried up leaves to help start your fire, luckily you were still close enough to the river so when your line gave a ring you quickly scurried out of the brush and over to the pole, dropping your sticks down where you had found them, not wanting to loose what ever you had caught.
“Food!”You cried with a giggle as you reeled in a reasonable sized fish for your first catch. It wasn't very big, but since you didn't have to share with anyone else, it was perfect.
After you had obtained your meal for the night, you happily skipped over towards your cooler and placed the fish inside before locking it away, not wanting it to go bad while you prepared the fire and found a nice stick to cook the fish on. The only odd thing was, when you turned to go gather the supplies you had found before your catch, they were gone, nothing left in there place but a few pine needles and some scuffed dirt.
“Where did my...” You trailed off as you turned around, your eyes going slightly wide when you spotted your supplies in the fire pit you had made, everything neatly settled in the center of the stones surrounding the small hole.
With a small glance from side to side, you made your way over and looked down into the pit, expecting to see something out of the ordinary, but when all you saw was sticks you shifted, taking another look around before sighing.
“I must have just forgotten I put it in there.” You reasoned with yourself,not willing to except you may have been loosing your mind at that point. It was easy to forget something as simple as placing fire wood in a pit, though part of you didn't accept your reasoning, and you found yourself calling out anyway even though you knew you were suppose to be alone.
“Thank you for helping me with the fire!” You called, your voice slightly unsteady with worry that there might have been someone around your camp watching you.
It would have been hard for someone to follow you, in order to get to where you were, you had to climb a steep stoney cliff and climb down the edge of a small water fall. No one knew the area better then you, except for the animals that lived among the brush, so it wasn't likely you were followed, but even so you couldn't reason with yourself that you had put the wood in the pit.
With a sigh you let it go and scurried off to find a roasting stick. By the time you had come back and started cooking the fish, night had just begun to approach as the last of the sun peaked out from above the horizon, giving its good-nights before vanishing completely.
With the sun gone, fire was your only light and with no one around to talk to, the eerie of the darkness around you pulled at you more then it normally did. Never before had you been so scared of the dark, but then again never before had firewood ended up mysteriously in your fire pit, and never before had you been completely alone.
With a sigh you shook off your fears, said good night to yourself, and then tucked yourself in your tent, making sure to lock yourself in tight before nuzzling down into your sleeping bag and slowly closing your eyes, sleep taking you much quicker then you had expected.
Night, with you in dreamland, was peaceful and quiet, the hooting of owls and the flowing of the stream near by lulling you to sleep with its peaceful lullaby, and you had begun to forget about the mysteries of the day.
That was until a loud tearing sound from near by woke you, startling you out of your sleep and breaking the nights hold on you. Before you could even react you took a deep breath before holding it, a large shadow passing by your tent as the dim glow of the fire illuminated its figure. Only one thing was sure to you about what it was.
There was no way it was human.