The grimacing figure cannot be seen clearly, no face, no hands, just a shadowing shape moving from side to side.
You start to make little steps across the twig infested ground, creeping very slowly towards the grimacing figure trying not to make a sound as your feet quietly crunch on the sticks. With every one that you snap, you stop for a brief moment and glare at the figure ahead of you to make sure it doesn’t hear or see you.
For what seemed like hours, you are now within a few metres of the grimacing figure, and it has yet to be aware of your presence. The adrenaline starts pumping and your heart starts to beat wildly as you get closer. Fear is your natural enemy, but it’s also your motor that kickstarts your inquisitive mind.
Even within touching distance, you still can’t work out the details of the thing. Your mind is playing tricks, the voices start, “Touch the figure,” one voice says, and another voice says, don’t do it, or something bad will happen.
At this point your inquisitive mind overpowers any fears you have. You start to reach out to touch the figure, extending your arm slowly like it was slow motion. This action only takes a matter of seconds, but you seemed to be frozen and all time stands still, then finally, you make contact with it and scream.
As you look at your hand, it appears to capture the same darkness that had clouded the grimacing figure the whole time. It is a complete mystery to what or who this figure is.
Suddenly, the figure turns towards you, and a sudden bright light is shon from where a head should be. It dazes you and you’re now overpowered by its mystery strength. Everything starts to go from light to dark, where will you end up?