I’ll never forget that face. That awful face. I remember it well, although I wish I didn’t. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the face, or the events of that foggy afternoon in Central park.
I was only a young man, handsome as well, I must say. I was also confident, and popular. Central park was my favourite place to visit, but because of that day, I refuse to go back.
I was walking in the park, like I do every day, but this day felt different. The atmosphere was tense, and then the sky went pitch black, even though it was only noon. Then, out of nowhere, the fog starts to swirl, and, right in front of me, a tall hooded figure, with the most disturbing face I had ever seen. He touched my face with his cold, clammy, hands, then I fainted.
I woke up on my couch, so I guess it could have been a dream but i'm not convinced. I want to go back to Central park and investigate, but 3 years on, I’ve never been able to work up my courage from that encounter, but I know if I don’t do something, the face will haunt me forever, but what can I do? Call the police? The army? Or should I just go back and confront it? That may have to be the option. I’ll fight it.
I go back to Central park. The same time, and the same area. I thought I’d be afraid, but I felt confident again. I waited for the figure, I waited for an hour, and then I thought maybe it was a dream, but then the sky went black, and I saw him. It grabbed me, and I started to feel strange, it was sucking out my soul. I fainted again.
I woke, this time in hospital. I don’t remember what happened, but what I know, for sure, is that this thing wasn’t anyone, this was a mystery that I will never know.