Albert Shaw (The Grabber)

You were just walking home from school , feeling a bit down from all day bullying from some troublesome boys in your class . The thought makes the tears well up , causing you to whimper as you tried to keep them back . But , something catches your attention , an all black van with the words “ABRACADABRA Entertainment & Supplies” , n Ace symbol above them on the side of it . A man coming from behind it fakes a fall , paper bags of groceries falling from his arms , a troubled “Oh !!” Falling from his mouth . He chuckles awkwardly at himself “Ah ! You goof” he said , then looked up at you . His face was painted a ghostly white , sunglasses hid his eyes , he was missing his hat , it tumbled off during the fall .

“Well isn’t that just peachy keen ! Heh .. Would you hand me my hat ?” He asks , giving you a smile . You stand there for a minute , considering running away but you give in and pick up his hat , giving it to him , in which he takes . He looks over his shoulder suspiciously for a second before looking back at you , however you thought nothing of it in the moment , taking out a grey can , shaking it and asking “Would you like to see a magic trick ?” You respond with a nod , and a small “Yeah .. !” , he repeats your words , but something in the van catches your attention , through the window you could see a group of black balloons . Once you were distracted , you felt the man snatch you up !

In a complete panic you struggle and squirm , making noises reflecting the struggle you gave , he too grunted as he tried to keep you still . In an instant , you bite him harshly , making him yell out in pain and force your head back so he could spray the contents of the can into your mouth and the back of your throat , causing your consciousness to fade and him to finally throw you into the back of the van , it was the last thing you saw ...

To him that moment was one of Deja vu , now he had another wound to hide , but this one will take a longer while to go away and more effort to hide n excuse than that dragging stab scar that Finney kid gave him a little while ago . As he carried you into his cold basement , you could hear his muffled yet spine-chilling words “My fucking arm , again my fucking arm ... I really should just snap your neck for that you little brat” he growled , tossing your body on this mattress on the floor , you could barely see a thing , your vision was as blurry as a bats and your eyes hurt so much it gave you a headache .. as much as you could see , he now looked different , he had a mask of a pale devil on , it had no mouth .. it genuinely freaked you out yet made you feel speechless at the same time . The man would reach out , carefully pushing some hair out of your face , studying you closely

“What I said about snapping your neck ... I wasn’t serious .. I was mad is all , I guess .. Now we’re even .” He said , from his voice , you could tell a smile was forming underneath that mask..