The Man with a Mask

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This is a short story of a man and what he experienced in a week that will give you chills in the middle of the night. Who someone is and what they are capable of is something you may never find out.

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1. The Man with a Mask

Hello.

My name is David Roul. I don't usually write on the Internet or post stuff to my Facebook page. Personal stuff should just be kept a secret, you know.

Anyways I decided to change my mind. I live alone and my parents are in a different state, so if something did happen to me no one would know for a long time.

If something happens to me no one would know for a long time.

I don't know where to start. I guess, it started about a week ago. I was driving home from work when I went around a bend and there... There was this guy in a mask.

Like he just ran out in the middle of the fucking road. The fucking road! Who would do that you know?

It was like this guy had a death wish. But his mask, it was what drew me in. Made me shit my work pants. This guy on the road had on what looked to be a skin tight mask that was bloody and the colour was what looked to be... Oh god. Thinking back on it now, fully thinking back.

This guy on the road had on what looked to be a skin tight mask that was bloody and the colour was what looked to be nude. Kind of like peeled of human flesh.

That sick fuck.

Anyways, when he jumped out and he almost ran me over with his car, it was like he almost had a heart attack.

It was hilarious. You know.

Anyways, when he jumped out and I almost ran him over with his car, it was like I almost like I had a heart attack.

Before I could react and try and yell at him or give him the bird he ran away. He didn't apologize or anything. Just ran.

At the time I thought it was just some guy getting ready for Halloween too early. After all it is Halloween night now, so it would have been a week away.

You could say that night I went to bed without a blink of sleep. I had double checked to lock my doors and windows, and I even kept the light on.

Something about the masked man just creeped me out. A lot. The day after I was extremely tired but I made it through the the full day without any problems. On the way home no one jumped out in front of his car.

But later that night something fun happened.

But later that night something horrifying happened. When I was relaxing and watching tv I noticed something move a little out side my window. And that's when he saw me.

The man was wearing the mask again. His eyes were building out of his head. Like he was scared of me. But what was I supposed to do? Throw my remote at him?

I was frozen in fear and then the tv channels started switching without my doing. In a split second the man hit the glass hard and screamed. He pointed behind me and ran away. Like he just seen a ghost. Yet when I looked behind me nothing was there.

The only thing was was a picture of my old dog who just recently passed away. The dog always took care of me when I was feeling a little off. He always comforted me.

Strangely enough my dog was kind of bi polar I guess. It would run away and hide under the bed sometimes, as if he was too sad to come out of the room. But most times he was loving and friendly. The best friend.

Once again I didn't really sleep that night. Luckily the next day I didn't have work. So I could try and catch up on sleep in the day time.

The next two days nothing happened. Which made me relieved. If I saw that man again I was going to call the cops.

Just when I thought everything was going to be okay he made a mistake. He stayed at work late and had to drive home all alone. The busy streets were empty and perfect for causing havoc.

Just when I thought everything was going to be okay I made a mistake. I stayed at work late and had to drive home late. To my worry the busy streets were empty and scary.

Yet no one jumped out at me that night. No one was in my window. But when I went upstairs to go the bed I noticed the basement door in the living room was a little open.

I walked over and noticed the light was on. Scared, I stopped breathing but didn't hear anyone. Quietly I walked to the kitchen and grabbed the largest knife I could.

When I went back nothing has changed. Ready to face a burglar I went downstairs but stopped at the end. What I saw shocked me. Terrified me.

The walls were covered in human remains. Blood stained the floor and walls.

I am ashamed to tell you that he passed out. He couldn't understand and comprehend me or my work. No. He was what was holding me back.

Luckily I was able to escape. Now, I was able to play my games. Lately this son of a bitch is trying to gain control. But no bitch, this is my body now. Am I right?

Now that this little blog of his is done, I am going to go out and enjoy the festivities. I can't wait until this whore reads this fucking blog. Once he realizes that all those deaths he will hear is by his own hand, he won't be able to live with himself anymore.

Oh god, I hope he will allow me in more. It's so fun.

-D

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