Biography of Tim Mask

He could not get to this place by car, or get to another transport. There are such places to which it is very difficult to get to, and they used just such a place. Although Tim did not really mind. He was already here several times - the guys started shooting a couple of days ago, and the path there was already a routine business. He recently met Alex - the director of the film.

They were introduced to their common friend Brian. Alex quickly liked Tim, it was easy to work with him, despite the fact that the script was quite deep and complex. Everything was simple. Tim wanted to finish the shooting as soon as possible, raise a bottle of beer for this and with a pleased smile to appear on the night premiere of their film - "Marble Horners".

Easy to be simple. This evening, he alone got to the place where he parked his car. Today, Brian ran away early from the filming, because he was recorded for a dentist and forgot about it. And Alex lingered to remove several additional frames with other members of the crew. They offered to wait and go to the cars together, but Tim joked: “Ah, I myself can find the way back. He could even see the hot air from the sun heated by the sun, which rose up through the trees.

The evening was warm, but it was too late and most people went from the parking lot to their homes. The platform was almost empty, with the exception of a pair of cars, a bicycle and a guy in black in black. The Autostan traveler made his way through the thickets and looked at the guy with idle curiosity, but he had to look out through the thick thickets, and at the same time not to break something, he was awkwardly, when he went overgrown and looked at the place again-he did not stood there for a couple of minutes.

Pulling and gnawing at the sticks and other plants from their boots and clothes. Everywhere around was heard the thorny buzz of cicadas.

The lighting pillars that stood along the road and in the parking lot have not yet been turned on. Most likely, it should soon get colder. But now, in full force, the consequences of a hot day were felt. Tim went to his beloved old-brief car, simultaneously digging in his pockets in search of keys. Then he noticed something out of the corner of his eye on the edge of the forest.

Instinctively, he looked there, suspended a little. But there was nothing there. Probably just a branch developing in the wind. Tim continued his way to the car, but suddenly an unpleasant chill ran along his back. It is not clear why, but it seemed to him that someone was watching him. The guy was not a complete paranoid, but he was used to trusting his instincts. But who, damn it, could spy on him?

Maybe the other guys decided to finish their evening shootings early and already gathered home, stopping next to the car, Tim looked again towards the forest. He tried again to peer at the place where he saw the movement. Well, maybe they were, and maybe just his imagination, one way or another to check it seemed to him a good idea. Putting the keys back into his pocket, he quickly went through the parking lot, looking at the shadows between the trees.

Not so much could be seen there. He was in the parking lot for only a couple of minutes, but during this time the darkness managed to come such that things became shapeless and lost most of their flowers. The lamp lamps in the district turned on, but so far they glowed with a reddish, almost inconspicuous glow, only preparing to light up in full power.

Having thought a little, he realized that if someone was walking in the forest, and Tim at that time shouted and made other sounds, then he could not hear anything there because of himself. He fell silent and began to listen, frowning and continuing to go to the trees. Even the cicadas were slightly calmed down, in anticipation of something that should happen.

The sky was already so deeply dark blue that it could no longer make out individual confusing branches, but only their glare and few shadows, nothing more. One by one began to flash to the full power of lights on lampposts. Even despite the fact that they shone not so much, they blinded for moments, because darkness came more and more every minute. The bark on the trees straightened right in front of Tim.

The branches twisted around each other and began to grow from the central point, they bend like their hands, bloomed like fingers. The light area began to resemble his head, his head without a face, the head at which Tim looked at, and which, from incredible height, had already looked directly at him. Tim opened his mouth to scream, but instead of a scream he backed back, stumbling and barely holding on his feet.

He had to stand there and not resist. To the horseradish dogs. Tim was breathing heavily, the scream was still trying to break through to his throat. He sharply turned back and ran to the car. His legs fought against the asphalt with incredible power, he fled faster and faster.He rested on the driver's glass with his palm, and after a second he began to pull the keys again.

Only a second longer. His luck should last at least another second. He sent it again and finally hit. I began to twist feverishly. But suddenly he was like a scratching, branched hands from the car. This time he managed to scream. He should not resist. It was only a mess from dark forms and bending figures was evident. He was carried through the thickets, he drowning deeper into the forest.

He can’t even imagine which direction he takes him away. Sharp branches left burning tears on his skin. Blows from thick branches poured from all sides. Then he fell, very painfully turning his leg. Forest soil seemed to hit him in live. Blinded by panic, he jumped to his feet again. He could not see the lanterns in the parking lot. Lame, he ran in a random direction.

His thigh was badly damaged in the fall and was very ill. The thickets blocked his path, but he turned in the other direction and ran again. The forest was not so big - and there were people here - it should get out. The more he changed the direction, the more impenetrable dark thickets grew over to him. Closer and closer to it, the cage became smaller and less.

The head without a face all this time was right above him, at the same height where he saw her for the first time. Neither closer nor further. He was convinced of this over and over again, when he dared to raise his head up. This did not just bring Tim to the forest. This was the forest. Finally, he fell to his knees and breathed heavily, coughing and trembling.

Immediately around him, the branches weaved into a dense impassable network. Tim reconciled and tensed, I expect that now he will tear him into pieces. One of the branches very gently touched his hand, and stayed there. As if a friend took your hand. The feeling of lightness was very unexpected. It shocked him so much that if he had a desire to move, he probably would try to escape from this.

Another branch, similar to the hand with the jagged, long "fingers" moved towards his head and lay down directly on the hair. She began to move. She stroked Tim's head. The rustle of dry leaves in dead silence was heard. But shaking still did not leave him, he could not restrain her. He was tense from an inexplicable feeling that he should still run away. It went inside.