MR Day 11 - Pinch

You pinch yourself. Then you do it again.

“Did you think that would work?” a man’s voice asks. You look over to see that everyone’s gone. You’re staring at a hideously ugly face. The man wears a fedora and a striped sweater. You scream and scramble out of the way as he slams a bladed glove into the bed where you just were.

You can’t even start to think straight, so your panic does it for you. You do what anyone would do: scream and run for it. Naked, you burst out of the cabin and run.

You hear him laughing behind you and sprint into the woods.

You trip and fall. Terrified, you flip over and look at what you tripped on: a stick! You grab it and jump up, taking shelter behind a tree and peeking. You don’t know what this guy’s deal is, but this is super bad! Your head feels fuzzy and dreamy.

The creepy guy’s laughter echoes through the woods. Everyone’s gone, and you don’t know where they went. This cannot be real… but pinching didn’t help.

You have a nice stick in your hands. Should you hide from this guy? Or take him on?