Ever since I moved to Colorado I have loved walking in the woods. Back where i used to live, in Hawaii, there was no "woods" if there was, it was military property. It was around 7pm when i grabbed my headphones and my key and left to go on the familiar path I walked down almost everyday. I had to be home by 7:30, so I had to be fast. I left the house and started my stroll. I was basically in the middle of the woods when I heard branches and leaves being crunched. Even though it could've been an animal, my first reaction was to freeze. I stood there frozen, almost as if time had simply stopped, standing wide-eyed. My mind was racing with thoughts of possibilities.
I stopped my music. Suddenly I heard the sound of walking seeming to get closer. "Hello, Y/N" I turned and saw a boy who looked around my age. He had long, messy, black hair and a white hoodie with splattered blood all over it. He wore black skinny jeans and converse. I froze in sight once i saw the large amount of blood and his carved-out smile. I thought that was the end, and at that very moment i would die. But suddenly his psychotic smile turned into into an admiring grin "Uhm how do you know my name..?" I managed to blurt out in a shaky, mumbling voice. "Trust me, Y/N. I know every single detail about you" He confessed. I started to slowly back away, hoping I could get far enough to the point I could just start running. "You know Y/N, you're gorgeous. I would never kill someone as pretty as you." he said as he looked at his reflection from his knife. I tried getting words out, but I was speechless. I started backing away more and more to the point where it was very noticeable I was probably going to run off. The scary guy grabbed me by my wrist "Where are you going Y/N?" He said while slowly pulling me back to where i was before. "I-I uh I think my mom wants me home now" I said as I pretended to check my phone. It was already 7:23 and I was at-least 10 minutes away from home. "Really?" He asked. "Yes. I should go home right now." I insisted. "Well can you come back tomorrow? Please?" He begged. "Uh sure. See you tomorrow" I said as I started speed walking back home. While I was walking back I thought about that interaction. Even though I was literally petrified that whole time, he seemed genuine when he said he wouldn't hurt me? I mean I know, he has a knife and he was covered in blood, but you never know. I don't like to assume things. That night I had a dream about him. We met up again and he didn't kill me. My memory about the dream was very hazy and all I remember was that he gave me a hug. That morning I decided I would meet up with him again. I know it sounds crazy, like why would you go meet up with a guy that had a knife and was covered in blood at 7:00pm in the middle of the woods? To be honest, I don't know exactly what compelled me to do it, but yolo ig :3
