Intro:

A loud snap could be heard from the large fire as the wood burned and ripped apart. The Native tribe started to gather large trunks or rocks so they could sit and tell stories to each other. Looking up at the stars in the night sky tall dark haired man with brown eye's stood and presented himself to the group.

"Are the children put away?" said the man as Everyone looked up at him and nodded waiting to hear the stories.

"Long ago in this tribe of ours used to live a man of dark nature. He used to walk around the huts whispering to himself, almost as if there was another spirit inside of him. He would randomly twitch and would never speak to anyone apart of the tribe. He would sit in his hut for many moons while voices and terrifying sounds hissed away at the night scaring the children to the point where they refused to walk about the night for fear of seeing a shadowy creature with dark eye's and sharp rotten teeth. One night the man stepped out of his hut looking pale and sweaty. blood slid out of his ear's while he entwined his hands around each other and started to twitch them back and forth. He would walk up to the children after rubbing his finger in his own blood and mark them on the forehead saying it was a blessing of health. Most of the parents of the children rushed there child away from the man and washed the markings off. After that the man retreated back into his tent where the whispering continued. The whispers got louder and louder till the point were the man was screaming violently at himself, across the tribe he could be heard screaming "No not them!" "why does it have to be them" "There to young!" after awhile the village became concerned went to go open the tent but before they could the man stopped screaming and began whispering to him self again. The tribe leader came to the tent a few hours later spoke to the man only to come out with a shocked expression and ran back up to his hut begging no one to come to his room demanding rest.

That fallowing day the whole tribe woke up to the sounds of the screams of mothers who's children had gone missing during the night including the tribe leader who was no were to be seen. The tribe in a angry group surrounded the mans hut and when they entered the man was not there either but the inside of the hut was surrounded with symbols painted with blood. The witches of the tribe where called to the mans hut to which the witches would not enter saying the hut was cursed and belonged to a dark evil spirit that could only be invited into this realm. The witches said the tribe was now cursed and the children lost to the evil spirit. The witches also say the tribe leader was taken for a sign of dominance from the dark being. The witches gave special instructions not to disrupt the mans hut saying that the it now belongs to the spirit and would be unwise to upset him. They also gave hope explaining to not let the spirit into their minds and that it feeds off of fear and becomes more real the more you think about him. Our tribe since then has been cursed with this being... and that hut" The tribal man said while pointing to a old wrinkly hut with the forest growing bushes and a tree around it bareilly making it visible for the tribe to see.

"The being comes out once a generation to steal the souls of our children, and anyone who has ever tried to stop him ends up skinned with rope around there necks tied to the tree nearest the mans hut." Sighing and with a new look of sadness the man continued "So when you wake up with your children gone tomorrow... know they are in a happier place away from all this madness"

Chapter 1: Jason.