Confictura : Imagination
"You know wass the problem is with people lately?" hummed the pale-faced man, fingers entwined and eyes fixed on the park before him, listening to the rowdy teenagers playing about in the dark. They were obviously drunk, it would not take a genius to figure that one out.
"People have so little imagination…"
His lips furled into a vicious smirk, eyes glinting up in the dark as the surrounding around the people started to shift and twist, changing into what his imagination desired.
"Luckily I have enough of that…"
And he cackled as the first screams of terror rang through the air.