Kimmi's Creepypasta

[Kimmi]

THE FACELESS MAN

Sierra sat at the edge of her balcony, with her feet dangling over the edge. Thinking about how mad her parents would be if they saw her outside in the middle of the night with a cigarette between her index and middle finger. Sierra was waiting for her 2 friends -2 of which her parents disliked-. Sierra's parents always felt as if Joaquin and Chelsea sucked the innocence out of their daughter and didn't want them hanging out with her. That's also why she now has to secretly meet up with them.

As Sierra was looking into the distance, at the traffic down below -waiting for Chelsea and Joaquin to call her to come out- she saw a man standing by a tree across the street... he looked like a normal every-day type guy, or atleast his clothing did. But as soon as she looked up at his face, she saw nothing... His face was white... no nose, no mouth... just this white head facing her direction. Sierra, obviously being freaked out decided to go back inside and wait for the call inside.

15 minutes passed, and she heard her phone ring. She hurried and answered it, obviously being afraid the noise would wake her parents. It was Chelsea saying that her and Joaquin were waiting down-stairs by the enterance of the apartment building. Sierra was relieved and got up straight away. As she was walking down the apartment stairs she had already forgotten about the man, because she was thinking about all the craziness she was going to expierence with Chelsea and Joaquin tonight. 

Chelsea and Joaquin have always been trouble makers, they grew up in a normal area, but as young as 12, they had already started smoking, and trying to convince their friends to smoke as well. They weren't exactly the perfect examples, but Sierra loved how she could be completely a different person once with them. It gave Sierra a certain rush that couldn't be explained. But she loved it. 

Sierra reached the door, and saw Joaquin and Chelsea in the car, waiting for Sierra to come in so they could drive off. Sierra entered the car, and Chelsea straight away started telling her all the stuff they were going to do that night. Sierra was definitley excited. 

On the way to their destination they had to drive through a dark area, that for some reason never had street-lights on. So in the head-lights of the car, Joaquin -the one driving- saw a figure standing at the side of the road. He straight away saw the face and was startled, straight away saying: 'Woah.. do you guys see that guy'. Sierra and Chelsea both looked out the front window, and Sierra's heart sunk once she saw who it was. It was the same guy... 

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Hey guys, this is Kimmi talking. What you guys just read, was a piece of fiction written by the queen herself. My vote is still very much in the air. I've decided to make my final tribal council question be... a bit different then others. This entire game I'd always talk about the obvious Survivor and BB type stuff with people. But their were a select few who actually liked talking about dark and creepy stuff with me. Those stuff mainly being Creepypastas, I even got a few people hooked to them. Cirie and Big Tom being prime examples. 

My assignment for you guys is to finish the story. Write an ending to this story, and whichever one I like most. Will get my vote, but make it good. No cheesy or clichèd endings, make it complex and terrifying. Try and also have a dark ending, as I very much like those. >

Now before you guys think I'm a psycho and only base my vote off of a creepy story. I'm now gonna say that the story will only be 70% of my decision. As it would be naïve and stupid of me to not take into consideration everything you guys have worked so hard for this entire game. So the other 30% of my decision will be how you guys answer these following questions as well as the question given by the other jurors:

Sierra ~ You and I got a long well when we were on the same tribe. And I have to say I knew the most about you then anyone else from this F3, also the main reason why I'm giving you the lead-role in my story. :-D. So thank me later. First I want you to answer these questions truthfully:

• Was what Amber told me true. Did you truly have a pre-game alliance?
• If my propsed alliance would have come true, would I have been on the bottom?
• And why do you think Tom was so set on not letting Cirie in the propsed alliance (also the main reason I ended up turning on you guys, as I wanted to keep my gurl safe). Were you guys truly not wanting to have any sort of connection with Cirie, or is this all news to you?

Joaquin ~ I loved our bond in the OG Barra tribe, I did have an alliance with Crystal/Cirie/Ian, but all of us could have agreed on letting you in if felt necassary, as we felt like you were a cool and awesome dude. And I loved all our talks. I also had a big say in why Debbie was voted out instead of you. Because I loved our lengthy talks. So I have to say I'm very proud of you that you made it this far, and wish you the best of luck!! I don't have any questions for you, as I will see how you answer other questions, and that will judge my decision!!

Chelsea ~ You and I haven't spoken once in this game, which is understandable considering we were never in the same tribe. So I don't have any questions for you either, as I will let that be judged by how you answer other questions.


REMEMBER TO WRITE THE STORIES THO, I'M ANXIOUS TO SEE WHICH ONE IS THE MOST CREATIVE OUT OF Y'ALL. 

I love ya guys, and wish you guys the best of luck!! You all played great games, and am looking forward to the stories -and Sierra for the questions + the story (yes, with the lead role comes responsibilities ).

Again good luck, and may the best person win. <3

[Sierra]

lmfao holy shit I love this so much. I'll get to it tonight <3

[Sierra]

I'll do the questions now. For the story, I need some TIME. Creative genius doesn't happen instantly, you know.

Was what Amber told me true. Did you truly have a pre-game alliance?

I've addressed this in other threads, but I'm happy to clarify it again here. Matty and I did not have a pre-game alliance in the sense that we planned to apply for this game together and play for/with each other. We do, however, have a pre-existing relationship that translated into this game and allowed us to bond and trust each other more easily than we would have otherwise.

If my propsed alliance would have come true, would I have been on the bottom?

If you are referring to the alliance of myself, you, Jamie, Tom and Matty, no, I don't think you would have been. Not for me, anyway. If you are talking about the larger alliance that I think you proposed that also included Cirie, you again (obviously) would not have been on the bottom for me.

And why do you think Tom was so set on not letting Cirie in the propsed alliance (also the main reason I ended up turning on you guys, as I wanted to keep my gurl safe). Were you guys truly not wanting to have any sort of connection with Cirie, or is this all news to you?
I was open to working with Cirie at the time, but I heard that she had tried to form a four person alliance that excluded myself, Matty and Tom, so I was wary of her. I can't speak for everyone else. I was never completely opposed to aligning with her, but she laid her cards out when she went along with Amber's plan to try and blindside me. I wish the communication between you and I had been more open with respect to game stuff - things could have turned out totally differently.

[Sierra]

Sierra sat at the edge of her balcony, with her feet dangling over the edge. Thinking about how mad her parents would be if they saw her outside in the middle of the night with a cigarette between her index and middle finger. Sierra was waiting for her 2 friends -2 of which her parents disliked-. Sierra's parents always felt as if Joaquin and Chelsea sucked the innocence out of their daughter and didn't want them hanging out with her. That's also why she now has to secretly meet up with them.

As Sierra was looking into the distance, at the traffic down below -waiting for Chelsea and Joaquin to call her to come out- she saw a man standing by a tree across the street... he looked like a normal every-day type guy, or atleast his clothing did. But as soon as she looked up at his face, she saw nothing... His face was white... no nose, no mouth... just this white head facing her direction. Sierra, obviously being freaked out decided to go back inside and wait for the call inside.

15 minutes passed, and she heard her phone ring. She hurried and answered it, obviously being afraid the noise would wake her parents. It was Chelsea saying that her and Joaquin were waiting down-stairs by the enterance of the apartment building. Sierra was relieved and got up straight away. As she was walking down the apartment stairs she had already forgotten about the man, because she was thinking about all the craziness she was going to expierence with Chelsea and Joaquin tonight.

Chelsea and Joaquin have always been trouble makers, they grew up in a normal area, but as young as 12, they had already started smoking, and trying to convince their friends to smoke as well. They weren't exactly the perfect examples, but Sierra loved how she could be completely a different person once with them. It gave Sierra a certain rush that couldn't be explained. But she loved it.



Sierra reached the door, and saw Joaquin and Chelsea in the car, waiting for Sierra to come in so they could drive off. Sierra entered the car, and Chelsea straight away started telling her all the stuff they were going to do that night. Sierra was definitley excited.

On the way to their destination they had to drive through a dark area, that for some reason never had street-lights on. So in the head-lights of the car, Joaquin -the one driving- saw a figure standing at the side of the road. He straight away saw the face and was startled, straight away saying: 'Woah.. do you guys see that guy'. Sierra and Chelsea both looked out the front window, and Sierra's heart sunk once she saw who it was. It was the same guy...

"What the fuck?" Chelsea said, leaning forward in her seat as they drove past the dark figure, trying to get a better look. "Is that dude wearing a mask or something?"

"Must be," Joaquin replied. "Creep. It's not even Halloween."

Sierra laughed nervously. A feeling of unease had swelled in her chest. She jumped a little in her seat as her phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out to see a text message from her dad. He must have been awake when she left after all. Expecting an angry rant, she braced herself as she opened the message.
Where are you? Mum's out late as usual. I'm going to stay with a friend for the evening. Will leave the key under the mat.
Sierra breathed a sigh of relief and began tapping out a response.
Out with Matty and Steph. Be home later. Thanks dad.
Sierra intentionally chose the names of the two friends her parents most approved of. She felt kind of sorry for her dad. He seemed to be missing her mother's company a lot. Sierra's mum had been working late a lot recently, and often returned home only after everyone else was asleep. Sierra suspected there was something more to it, but she didn't like thinking about it. She shook the unwelcome thoughts from her head and sent the message, tucking her phone back into her pocket.

"Hey," Chelsea said suddenly. "Didn't Tom want to come out with us tonight?"

Sierra groaned inwardly. Tom was her older brother, and he and Chelsea had a "thing" that was very obvious, despite the fact that no-one would openly acknowledge it. Sierra had spent enough time with Tom growing up, and didn't really feel like involving him in her nights out with her friends, but she knew Chelsea would insist, so she decided not to try to argue.

"Yeah, he did," Sierra exhaled. "Give him a call."


Thirty minutes later, they had picked up Tom and were most of their way to the wooded area on the outskirts of town. They'd been here a million times before, but tonight, Sierra felt anxious. She couldn't get the image of the faceless man out of her head, and she kind of wanted to just go home and lock herself in her bedroom. Nonetheless, she begrudgingly helped her friends and brother pull supplies out of the back of the car - alcohol, wood for a fire, fireworks, blankets. They headed out to their usual clearing and set up for the night. Because they'd been here before, they had a firepit all ready to go. Joaquin and Tom got the fire going while Sierra and Chelsea mixed drinks for them all and laid out the blankets on the ground. Before long, they were all huddled around the fire, drinking, smoking and joking around.

By around 1am, they were all pretty drunk.
"Tom, tell us a story," slurred Chelsea, poking him in the shoulder.
"Yeah! Tell us one," echoed Joaquin.
Sierra rolled her eyes. Tom was well-known for being a big talker and always having a story or five to tell, especially after a few beers. The night was starless and cold, and Sierra snuggled closer to Joaquin under the blanket they were sharing.

"Well," Tom started, his loud voice echoing throughout the clearing. "How's about a scary one tonight?"
Chelsea giggled and nodded, and Joaquin raised his bottle in agreement.
"Y'all might know about Sierra and I's great aunt Sandy," Tom said. "She was a crazy broad. Hung herself forever ago, years before we were even born. Everyone had already dismissed her as nuts by the time she died. Kept raving about all these wacky things she was seeing, and eventually killed herself 'cause she couldn't take it all anymore. There was very little help for people like her back then, y'see."
"That's dark, man," said Joaquin.
"'Tis," nodded Tom. "But people in our family think there might be an explanation."
Tom looked at Sierra.
"You know about our great great granddaddy Frank?" he asked, reaching for another beer. When Sierra shook her head, he continued. "Rumour has it he was crazy too."
"So you're telling me crazy runs in your family? That's nothing new. Sierra's proof of that," Joaquin teased. Sierra punched him in the arm.
"True, true," Tom chuckled. "But this man was crazy in a more sinister way. Hated his own kids, y'know. Blamed them for the breakdown of his marriage and basically all of his woes in life. When his wife Teresa left him for another man, he blew his damn head off with his hunting shotgun."
"Gross," said Chelsea, frowning.
"Yup," said Tom. "Now, aunt Sandy was a bit of a rebel as a kid. Caused her parents a lot of grief, was always out running town with troublemakers, refused to do her chores or go to school, got arrested more than once. She was her parents' only kid and she stressed them out to the point where their marriage began to fall apart. I'm sure that wasn't the only factor, but it sure did help it along."
Tom stopped to take a sip of his beer before continuing in a low voice.
"Aunt Sandy went from being just a kid causing trouble to a full blown nutcase sometime in her teens, and seemingly out of nowhere. Today, they'd probably call her a schizophrenic or something similar, y'know, what with her seeing things and all that, but like I said, that kinda thing was unheard of back then. The weirdest thing is that one of the things aunt Sandy raved about seeing the most was a man with no face. A totally normal man, wearing clothes and all that, no weird mutations or anything, but just with nothing where his face would usually be."
Sierra's stomach churned, and she shut her eyes to try and quell her nerves. She heard Joaquin swallow hard next to her, and Chelsea whimper. Tom grinned, thinking his storytelling abilities were causing their reactions.
"This man never spoke to her or anything, just hung around and terrorized her all the time, apparently. People who met her said she called it "the faceless man", said he had a real dark presence. Drove her to complete insanity. The more superstitious people in the family all think that this man is Frank himself, come back to fuck with the people in the family that he don't like, or that remind him of his kids. "Bad apples", as such."
Sierra felt as if she was going to vomit, and clutched onto Joaquin. Chelsea looked like she was feeling the same way. At that very moment, Sierra's phone buzzed loudly, and she let out a yelp of shock.
"Chill out, girl," Joaq said, but his voice wasn't entirely steady. "Who is it?"
Sierra pulled out her phone. It was a message from her mother. Sierra opened it.
BE GOOD
Sierra felt her blood run cold. It was two in the morning by this point, and the message itself seemed bizarre.
"It's - uh, it's just my mum," she mumbled. "She was just -"
Sierra was interrupted by Chelsea letting out an ear-piercing scream. She looked up to see Chelsea pointing into the distance behind Sierra and Joaquin.
"What is it, Chels?" Joaquin asked, a note of fear in his voice.
"It - it's him," Chelsea stuttered. Tom looked up, following Chelsea's finger, and Joaquin turned too.
"Holy shit," Tom said. "What the fuck?"
"We are fucking leaving. Right now," Joaquin said, jumping to his feet and pulling Sierra up too. Sierra turned her head and saw that same white-masked man standing in the shadow of a tree on the opposite edge of the clearing.. only now, Sierra felt as if maybe it wasn't a mask after all. Everyone began frantically pulling all their things together, and they all made a mad dash to the car. Sierra knew Joaquin was probably too drunk to drive, but she didn't want to wait around for him to sober up with that thing hanging around.
Sierra felt as if she was about to pass out. Scary stories people tell around the campfire weren't supposed to be true. No one seemed to know what to say as they all clambered into the car and shut and locked their doors.
"Let's just go home," whimpered Chelsea from the backseat, who sounded as if she was going to burst into tears. 
It was a sombre drive back. No one really spoke with the exception of Tom, who tried to crack the occasional joke. Sierra kept her eyes closed and her head down the entire way, too terrified to look out the windows. What if she was a bad apple? What if Frank was real, and what if he was after her?
"Will you guys stay with me tonight?" Sierra asked, her voice shaking. All three of the others made noises of agreement. None of them wanted to be alone after that.

As Joaquin pulled into the driveway of Sierra's apartment, Sierra opened her eyes and noticed an unfamiliar truck parked next to her mother's car. Something about it gave her a feeling of pure dread.
"Who's truck is that?" asked Tom, pushing open his door and helping Chelsea out of the car.
"No idea," Sierra croaked in response.
The four of them walked up to the front door together. Joaquin tried the handle, and finding it unlocked, they all filtered inside.
The lights were on in the house, and so was the television, an old movie playing on low volume. Sierra could see lights on down the hallway, too, and figured her mum must still be awake.
"Mum?" she called hesitantly, moving slowly into the hallway. "Are you here?"
There was no response, and Sierra felt her heart start to beat in double time.
"I'm scared," said Chelsea. "What if -"
"This is bullshit," interrupted Joaquin, pushing past Sierra and walking ahead further down the hall. "There's nothing going on here, okay? Look, we're just gonna go up to Sierra's room, and -"
Joaquin stopped in the doorway to the bathroom, his breath caught in his throat.
"Sierra," he said quietly. "Sierra, don't come up here."
"WHAT?" Sierra yelled. "Joaq, WHAT IS IT?"
Joaq turned to her and shook his head. He looked horrified.
Sierra broke into a run, pushing Joaq out of the way as she stepped into the bathroom and into a pool of warm blood.
On the floor in front of her lay the lifeless bodies of her mother and a man she didn't recognize. Both of them were face down, with stab wounds apparent all over their bodies, their fingers intertwined even in death. Sierra's heart skipped a beat and she opened her mouth to scream, collapsing to the floor as she read the message written in blood on the wall in front of her.




































BE GOOD

[Sierra]

ok the writing is really bad so here's some clarification in case it doesn't make sense:

SPOILER: Click to show

the reason the man appeared to Sierra probably isn't clear within the context of the story (because again, the writing is bad). it appeared to her on the street at the beginning because she was about to do something she wasn't supposed to and Frank was already after her mother, so it was kind of like a forewarning. the second time, it appeared because her mother was mentioned by her dad in his text message and Sierra went ahead and lied to him and also thought about the possibility of her mother having an affair, and the third time, she was drunk in the middle of nowhere with friends she shouldn't have been with, and the text was from her mother, but was actually a kind of final warning from the faceless man himself that Sierra would meet the same fate if she didn't stop being a rebellious little bitch. in case it isn't obvious, Sierra's mum was having an affair with the other dude, which ties in to Frank's wife leaving him for another man. I'm also aware that shotguns probably didn't exist when Frank was alive but fuck you, who needs historical accuracy

[Stephanie]

sandy hung herself really with the sandy bland case going on right now REALLY

[Sierra]

I was thinking sandy burgin cos she's nuts SORRY SUE ME

[Stephanie]

ITS TOO SOON SIERRA

[Chelsea]

Sierra sat at the edge of her balcony, with her feet dangling over the edge. Thinking about how mad her parents would be if they saw her outside in the middle of the night with a cigarette between her index and middle finger. Sierra was waiting for her 2 friends -2 of which her parents disliked-. Sierra's parents always felt as if Joaquin and Chelsea sucked the innocence out of their daughter and didn't want them hanging out with her. That's also why she now has to secretly meet up with them.

As Sierra was looking into the distance, at the traffic down below -waiting for Chelsea and Joaquin to call her to come out- she saw a man standing by a tree across the street... he looked like a normal every-day type guy, or atleast his clothing did. But as soon as she looked up at his face, she saw nothing... His face was white... no nose, no mouth... just this white head facing her direction. Sierra, obviously being freaked out decided to go back inside and wait for the call inside.

15 minutes passed, and she heard her phone ring. She hurried and answered it, obviously being afraid the noise would wake her parents. It was Chelsea saying that her and Joaquin were waiting down-stairs by the enterance of the apartment building. Sierra was relieved and got up straight away. As she was walking down the apartment stairs she had already forgotten about the man, because she was thinking about all the craziness she was going to expierence with Chelsea and Joaquin tonight.

Chelsea and Joaquin have always been trouble makers, they grew up in a normal area, but as young as 12, they had already started smoking, and trying to convince their friends to smoke as well. They weren't exactly the perfect examples, but Sierra loved how she could be completely a different person once with them. It gave Sierra a certain rush that couldn't be explained. But she loved it.

Sierra reached the door, and saw Joaquin and Chelsea in the car, waiting for Sierra to come in so they could drive off. Sierra entered the car, and Chelsea straight away started telling her all the stuff they were going to do that night. Sierra was definitley excited.

On the way to their destination they had to drive through a dark area, that for some reason never had street-lights on. So in the head-lights of the car, Joaquin -the one driving- saw a figure standing at the side of the road. He straight away saw the face and was startled, straight away saying: 'Woah.. do you guys see that guy'. Sierra and Chelsea both looked out the front window, and Sierra's heart sunk once she saw who it was. It was the same guy…

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“What in the actual fuck?!” Chelsea exclaimed.
“Okay, so I’m not crazy,” Joaquin stated.

Sierra had a surge of fear rush through her body. This was the second time that she had seen this man/being today. Was he following her? What would he do to them? How did he know they would drive down this street? And tons more questions filled Sierra’s mind.

“Let’s just get to that rave.” Sierra stuttered.

Although concerned, she didn’t want to quite admit that she had already seen this man earlier in the night.

“Ugh. Yeah, Sierra’s right. We better just head to the rave. But seriously guys what is that… thing?!”Chelsea exclaimed.

As the three discussed possibilities of masks, Harry Potter’s Voldermort and other silly possibilities to lighten the mood, Joaquin kept driving to their destination.

Once the 3some arrived, Chelsea exclaimed, “Time to open the trunk!” with a devilish smile.

Inside the trunk were 3 handles of alcohol and a container that had some sort of chaser in it. The three held their bottles up in the air and slammed pulls down for pre-gaming. Giggling and excited chatter about the night ahead commenced.

Just before entering the underground rave, Chelsea helped Sierra ’sleeze’ up her outfit by tearing a few holes in her jeans and pulling the sleeve of her shirt over her shoulder. She didn’t know how she was going to explain that one to her parents but Chelsea always had the best intentions for Sierra. Chelsea had a rough life growing up and people automatically judged her and didn’t give her the time of day. Sierra was able to see through all that and actually got to know the real Chelsea.

Joaquin and Chelsea rushed into the rave. As her friends ran off ahead of her, she got a cold, tingly feeling along her spine. She turned around to see if anyone was behind her, but she saw no one. She shook it off and went into the rave.

The rave was packed. Sweaty people every where. The 3 took out their flasks, cheers-ed and drank. Chelsea pulled Joaquin and Sierra through the crowd until they found a spot where they could dance.

The three were dancing until Chelsea pulled Sierra to go to the bathroom. Waiting in line they both took pulls from their flasks and Chelsea was clearly getting beyond tipsy.

“Omg Sair,” (her drunken nickname… apparently), "Did you see the tall, muscly guy with a chin strap next to you!?” Chelsea was clearly drooling over this guy.
“Lol. Of course not. You know what I like.” Sierra stated.
“Well, he’s flooding my basement. Let’s try to talk to him when we get back out there.”
“You mean yell?” Sierra retorted.
Chelsea gave a quick smirk.

The two finally made it inside the bathroom. The two took a quick smoke break inside the bathroom. They heard a strange cough coming from one of the stalls.

“Sorry. Just needing a break. We’ll only smoke half.” Chelsea apologized.

The coughing person didn’t reply. The two gave each other a weird look and shrugged.

After the cigarettes. Chelsea finally went to the bathroom. Sierra stayed near the sink; waiting for her friend. All of a sudden one of the bathroom stalls flew open.

Sierra’s mouth dropped. She let out a scream. Standing before her was the faceless figure from before.

“SIERRA ARE YOU OKAY?” Chelsea asked.
“CHELS WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!” Sierra yelled. As she backed up closer to the door.

As soon as Chelsea opened up the bathroom stall, many things happened in the span of just mere moments. Chelsea screamed at the faceless person. The faceless person whipped out a knife. Chelsea’s and Sierra’s eyes widened. Chelsea began to run but was stopped short as the faceless person stopped her with it’s hand. Sierra ran to the door to unlock it. As the figure stabbed Chelsea repeatedly blood began crawling across the bathroom floor.

Sierra ran out of the bathroom to get help. Anybody. Someone must help Chelsea. Sierra was worried for her own safety. She ran through the crowd trying to find Joaquin. She finally spotted him and rushed over to him.

“Joaq,” Sierra panted. “We need to get out of here. We need to call the police. Chelsea…”
“Whoa whoa whoa. Are you okay? Where is Chelsea?” Joaq asked confused.
“She… she… That faceless man… was in the bathroom. And…” Sierra started to explain.
“Whoa! What the fuck?”
“...blood, and we just need to get help for Chelsea. And leave this place.”

Sierra was still having problems believing this was happening. Sierra and Joaquin pulled out their phones but then the fire alarm was tripped and the sprinklers came on.

“Are we in a horror movie?” Joaquin blurbed.
“Shit. Of course this happens. We need to get to your car and get home so we can get help.” Sierra voiced.

Joaquin and Sierra had a head start on the crowd towards the exit but as mass panic set it many people were also now rushing to escape. Joaquin and Sierra finally got to their car. The crowd had gathered outside to see if the building was burning down.

“Well at least the fire department should be coming.” Joaquin explained.
“We still need the police. Let’s get home.” Sierra countered.

Joaquin put the keys into the ignition and tried to start the car. Nothing happened.

“Seriously?!” Sierra cried.
“Uhhh shit.” Joaquin cursed.

Joaquin’s driver side door gets opened and the faceless man is on the other side.
Sierra screams. Joaquin curses.

The faceless person stabs Joaquin. Sierra rushes out of the car. Starts running home. She has only one thing on her mind. Fear. Eventually, she can no longer run. And her feet have brought her back to the park where she saw the man for the second time. She decides to not go through the park and takes an even longer route home.

When she finally reaches home she rushes insides to lock the door. Inside her parents are waiting for her in the living room. Peculiar for this hour of night but Sierra didn’t care. She started crying and rushed over to her dad’s arms.

“Honey, what’s the matter?” her father asked.
Sierra tried to compose herself and gather her thoughts. “We need to call the police. Joaquin, Chelsea and I went out and I know they’ve each been stabbed. Others at the rave could have been too. The fire alarms went off and who knows what else happened.”
“Your father and I never liked those two. They were bad influences on you,” retorted her mother.
Sierra looked at her shocked. “Still they didn’t deserve to be stabbed!”
“Bad things happen to bad people honey. It’s how the world restores balance,” her father scolded.
“That’s not the point. Joaquin and Chelsea weren’t terrible people. We need to get the police involved,” pleaded Sierra.
“We will turn on the news and if the firefighters and police are down there we can go tomorrow morning. Right now, you won’t help anyone with your brain running a mile a minute.” Her dad revealed.
“Won’t I forget important details?” Sierra queried.
“The most important ones will stay,” her mother said.

Begrudgingly, Sierra went to her room. Maybe her parents were right. The police and firefighters were already at the rave. They would find something. Bad things happen to bad people. The person who stabbed her friends would get his comeuppance. She thought of her friends Joaquin and Chelsea. She remembered how their faces looked as they were getting stabbed. She couldn’t get those images out of her head. She knew she probably wouldn’t get any sleep tonight. She tried to remember the good times of Joaquin and Chelsea to erase these new memories that had flooded her head.

Her bedroom door creeped open. There he was. The faceless person. Sierra screamed. The faceless person slowly moved his hands to his face. Removed what was apparently a mask. And there he was…




























her dad.

“Sweet dreams honey."