The legend of Okomut

No one knows where it came from. They talk about it in whispers around campfires, warn children before going to bed. Because of him, dark paths are bypassed. His name is Okomut.
 
Those who survived describe him as a distorted likeness of a man: small, unnaturally thin, with skin resembling cracked wax. But the scariest thing is that he has no face. Just a smooth, empty mask where the eyes, mouth, nose should be.
 
And the eyes are on the palms. Two black, bottomless pupils that see right through you. Not the appearance, but the soul. Not words, but the truth behind them.
 
Okomut does not kill immediately, first he asks questions. He asks about what you are afraid to admit even to yourself: about long-standing betrayals, about secret hatred, about actions that you try to forget.
 
And if you sincerely spread your dirt and repent, then Okomut simply disappears. It was as if he had never existed. But if you lie, then... disappear.
 
Where do liars disappear to? No one knows for sure. But some say that Okomut takes them into a world woven from their own nightmares. Into a world where fears take on flesh, where lies turn into torture, and sins into a trap.
 
Some are sure that this is just a horror story that teaches children not to lie. But sometimes travelers find abandoned clothes and hear muffled screams in the fog.