Its breath is on your shoulder. Cold and calm. You’ve been running for half an hour. How can it be calm? Panting as you turn around to see it, you get a whiff of a nasty stench. Its body is distorted. Long boney arms, parts of its ribcage showing, face torn up revealing stitched open eyes, a misplaced nose, patched up face as if it was sewed on, and missing patches of skin molded. You try to run but you're not fast enough. It doesn’t hesitate to immobilize you and drag your body into the heart of the forest. All you can do is moan and cry in pain. Blood flows from your forehead into your eyes as you enter a broken building. Windows cracked with vines crawling on the borders of each frame. Molded floor stained by time and scratched from its last victims. You look at the thing that has dragged you into this dreaded place. Looking forward you see bodies piled in what looks like it’s supposed to be the kitchen. Shattered glass covers the floor and their skeletons leaving you paralized in fear. What is going to happen to me? That is all you can think as you enter a small room scented in a fowl heavy dense odor that causes you to start gagging as you gasp for fresh air. It throws you slamming you back against a rigid wall and grabbing an old rustic knife. Panting you look around the room frantically looking for something but you don’t know what. It approaches you with the knife and you start screaming. It grabs your arm and you struggle and try to pull away from the thing but you can’t. It’s strength catches you by surprise as it takes the old knife and slices a pieceof your skin off and walks away. Shaking with fear and crying in pain you cradle your arm and try to stand up. As you stand you look around the room and see a body. Still in good shape wearing a tattered jacket. Roses in their eyes in a glass container. Decaying skin greyed with time. Next to them you see a child hold the hand of the other body. What’s going on? How old are they? Then you see one more body but its container is broken and the body strangled. You find that its face has been skinned off. You look at the door the thing went through and run towards it to escape. As if it knew what you were thinking, it's figure appears in the doorway. Holding a new knife, it approaches you. You try to run when you feel four hands grab you and hold you down. You turn your head to see the bodies from the containers walking as if they were still alive. You fall to the ground screaming, turning, looking for anything that will give you a chance to live. Nothing. You scream and kick at the thing but the other bodies hold you firm down on the ground. It gets close to your face knife ready in its hand as a high pitched gasp comes out of its mouth. Then it starts to cut your face. You feel the knife start peeling skin off your chin. Blood flows down your neck as you scream for help. It continues to peel off your face slowly but carefully as if it’s trying not to rip your skin. You start to lose your breath. Feeling lighter and watching the room start to spin like an old film movie. It is now slicing the muscleaway from the skin around your cheeks. Blood spills onto the floor, runs in your hair making a red velvet stream that sparkles with tears knowing it never makes it out. Your face is almost gone. It stares at you, eager to finish peeling your face. It’s already at your forehead. The pain is unbearable. You cry for the last time, screaming for mercy. It doesn’t stop. It takes the last of your face and leaves, making a sick noise. You lay there watching the room become darker with every second. The other bodies go back to their containers. You hear a slow tapping that sounds far but close by. Steady and slow tapping. It comes back and the last thing you see is your face grinning attached to its head.

Now it’s time for someone new…..