Elanor turned around quickly, stumbling into a bush. "W-who are you?" she stuttered, sweat pouring down her face. The man laughed a very creepy laugh. "I'm your friend, Elanor." He said, slowly walking towards her.

"Well, I suppose  I'm everyone's special friend." Elanor felt even more uncomfortable. "Is this considered a near death experience?" She asked herself.

"I don't know who you are B-but I'm not so sure I want to be your friend." The mans smile quickly turned into a frown. "Well, Elsbeth was sure a lot easier" He said, with a light chuckle. "But then again, shes dead now!" 

His face contorted into a girls. The face looked to belong to a fifteen year old girl. "Ah yes, I still remember the day I had to strip her soul from her body. Her face was..amusing." Elanor was shaking now, and the mans face turned back to normal.

"Well, I certainly don't want to scare away my new best friend, now do I?" He seemed cheerful again. "I told you, I don't want to be your friend!" Elanor shouted. The man looked angry. "I guess we'll have to do this the hard way."

He lunged at her, and grabbed her by the collar of her shirt. "I thought you were smarter than the others, guess I was wrong." He chuckled, then held her over the black puddle. "Next time though, I'm sure you'll be my friend." 

Before Elanor could react, the man disappeared making her fall into the puddle, screaming.