This was the fifth time she's come across this, thing. Every other night she spots it, somewhere, just in the corner of her eye, but it was never enough to really figure out what it is. 258Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNBtbcpciyG
Until just about yesterday. Sylvia wasn't necessarily sure how, but in some way shape or form overnight, she woke up, entirely with her bed, in the woods, one more familiar than she would ever like to be. She's been here before, once, but it's been 15 years since she saw that man, she shouldn't be here. The second she stopped looking around her and focused forward for a second, she spotted it. It was looking at her, almost in a way as if it wants her to know what it is. She doesn't understand what it wants, but once she tried to call out for it, it vanished
For a second.
In the blink of an eye, a tree falls, landing 5 feet away from her bed. Glancing at the direction of where it fell she saw it again, only so much closer than before. It didn't move, but Sylvia wasn't waiting to die so as soon as she could she sprung up from her bed and ran as fast as possible in one direction. But then she blinked.
When she opened her eyes she saw somebody, not the figure, but someone else. It was that man, again. In the exact same outfit, just as torn as they were so many years before, but before she could even comprehend what she was seeing she was stopped. Grabbed by the back of her shirt, turning her head as slow as she can to see It holding on to her.
No one really knows what happened to Sylvia since then, or even the figure. Since that day there haven't any reports of it, any sightings of anything necessarily abnormal, just a missing girl trapped in a situation completely out of her control
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