Character: Benedict Baker. Page 2

This place creates the illusion in your mind... I keep asking myself whether it was a dream or all real. This last is the worst of the ghouls seem to overcome the gap between States of wakefulness or sleep. I saw how he was hunting down another poor soul, for someone less fortunate than me. Man with a hat and dressed on the arm with a paw with claws, with scars of different types. He noticed me, and what actually happened next is still a mystery to me. Dreams took over, and I was sure that I would die. But I woke up. Not quite as if I woke up at a fire, instead I just woke up... inside this terrible forest, remembering the nightmares. Now I was scared how to stay awake and to sleep.

Traveling through the foggy haze that hides the area, I felt someone's presence. Something moved to these forgotten places, and his bright colors are easily visible even through the thick haze of fog that was growing between us.
Moving into a new, but familiar place, I was first able to look around: circus truck, move something like a horse, but, in my opinion, older and sinister.
I watched through the trees, when the door of the wagon opened slightly and a warm, Golden light began to fill that lonely place. I believe that this happened intentionally to attract attention, but the image that appeared shortly, was nothing like the mixture of elements in the costume of a Ringmaster, clown and other market attributes. His face was a nightmare of grim, pathetic semblance of a smile superimposed on top saggy lips. On his waist was the collection that is known throughout the world as the fingers. But how to be a monstrous creature to collect such trophies?
The clown at his surroundings and kept his eyes fixed on me. On his face appeared a "double smile" and before returning back, he nodded to me. I guess he prefers less-informed victims than I am, and I thank the stars for that.

Long been debates about what makes Murderers to commit their malicious deeds is the loss of reason, or the influence of supernatural forces. But for one particular Killer nature and food are inextricably linked. Leatherface doesn't kill for send a message, not to satisfy sadistic, and not even for the sake of getting rid of the voices in his head. He kills because scared. He is afraid that others will harm him; afraid to disappoint my family; afraid of people finding out about his desire to devour human flesh.

The scariest person I've ever seen. His body reshaped and disfigured after a horrific accident. He carries a deadly chainsaw, which he uses with devastating force. It would seem, it gives him superhuman speed for a while. My advantage is its weakness - it emits a loud noise so I tried to strengthen their auditory function. I listened for any sound that is not in nature.

New nameless terror creeps in the dark, her appearance often attends to me after just a quick glance you see her gaunt profile. Twisted and torn unspeakable ways, greyish dead skin stretched over its emaciated body. I saw that her hand was disgusting sarashina deformity, and it looked as if the claws could have torn their way through flesh and bone. I feel like her presence tells of endless torture.

She inherited an incredible fury from their ancestors. The anger that flows through her veins - her legacy. The terrible pain she suffered, caused this. Swift and deadly, the Spirit of endlessly looking for his revenge.

It's hard for me to keep my sanity. Every day the world gives me a new trial. A man wearing a doctor's coat, crossed my path. From a distance I watch as he wanders, looking for... But he's not... normal. His eyes and his mouth opened, painful and disturbing. I don't trust him, he looks like he wants to bring the pain and not healing. I'll stay away, this is the most reasonable thing to do.

A person dressed in a rabbit mask. The most disturbing sight. This new enemy conceals in itself something human. Some of the pieces of a normal life. It seems hunter. In this place I met a lot of different creatures, but this is the first that has a natural skill of hunting. Any other place would be considered a talent. But its ability to track, catch and kill is something else. It is something else, she seems to be looking for something.

A huge man-monster with a creepy grin on the mask. He is a hunter that stalks us. His destructive traps hidden in the greenery. The necessary vigilance and easiest step to escape the clutches of this smiling assassin. I did everything right, but many times fell in one of them. Feeling like blunt spikes grind my bones, I hear the approaching laughter. It's an endless battle between who looks up to those who look down.

Death is not death. In this place, life is fleeting. How to apply this knowledge? I can advise you only one thing: always move forward. This is what helps me stay alive for a long time.