'Obscuring your face won't make me go away!' I cried in despair. There seems to be a longing, a desperation and an ultimate desire for this face to be uncovered I impatiently thought. I had found myself wondering without any real direction into the forgotten forest at the edge of town. I felt a sense of déja vu. I'd heard whispers, stories, recollations even, all of which depicting this incredible horror which apparently lurked within. It was Hallowe'en - why shouldn't I investigate?
Stumbling over what looked like an arm, long eaten away by the secret colonies of carniverous creatures, my breath began to falter. My voice, so wanting to cry out, threw itself away as quick as the wind carrying the leaves. The jacket I had torn against some branch what felt like days ago clung to me like a frightened kitten. I heard a noise.
'W-who is there?' I managed to screech. Silence. I must find my way back home I thought encouragingly. A chilling voice entered my mind and told me this was home. I cowered while trying to hide my increasing hysteria. Stepping forward, a crunching sounded and a cry escaped me: my foot was caught. Peering closer I realized a strange metal, spiked contraption had clamped my foot to the ground, jagged pieces cutting into my flesh. I witnessed blood oozing mechanically out of the wounds, watering the thirsty undergrowth; the ground laughed in anticipation. A figure. I froze. Shivers were running up and down my spine like rats in a sewer - alas, the figure was gone. Without warning something encircled my neck and pulled - I was being strangled. Tiny pinpricks of metal fused with my skin and blood began to gurgle ferociously around my mouth as I tried to scream. Dazed, I attempted to run, remembering too late what had previously occurred. A snapping noise. I was unsure whether it was my ankle or my neck: all seemed so distant. Black. A breath against my face brought me back to reality. Words failed me and so did my legs; I collapsed.
Barbed wire surrounded my legs, stomach and chest. When did this happen my mind screamed. Confusion, blankness and spasms followed. A crunch. I opened my eyes and witnessed my own death take place before me. I was watching my own body become the grounds next meal.
'Why can't I move?' I began to say, noticing at once I was no longer the boy on the ground but instead, the unidentifiable creature tightening the very wire that was choking who I thought I used to be.
An involuntary laugh rattled out of the darkness that I had been for a long, long time.
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