You will never believe what happened.
It was a hot summer night and I was camping in the woods, with
three of my friends. These Woods have always been
shrouded in mystery and local folklore Tales say that the
forest is haunted, but my friends and I feeling
adventurous decided to go camping, deep in the heart of
these very Woods, we were armed with nothing but a tent, some
food and a thirst for adventure. The sun was just starting to dip
below the Horizon and we had just finished setting up our
Tent for the night, we had picked a spot near a river.
So we could listen to the soothing sound of the water.
While we were falling asleep. We spent the evening roasting
marshmallows and telling ghost stories around the campfire.
Little did we know? We were about to experience
something far more terrifying than any of our stories.
It got late and all four of us crawled into the tent and were
just getting into our sleeping bags.
When we heard rustling in the distance.
At first, we assumed it was just an animal.
This sounds grew louder and Or persistent.
We tried to ignore it and go to sleep, but the rustling turned
into scratching and then tapping the tapping was so close.
It sounded like it was on the side of our tent, my friend
pointed out that it almost sounded like someone or
something was trying to get our attention.
We argued with each other about who should go and check the
noise. I eventually got fed up of the
arguing and got out of my sleeping bag to investigate.
I unzip the tent and peeked outside into the darkness.
There was Nothing. They're just pitch black and the
sound of the river. I Shrugged it off.
And told my friends there was nothing there.
The noise that stopped by now so I zipped up the tent again I
began to get back into my sleeping bag but the tapping
started again we tried to ignore it for a while longer, but
eventually the noise became so annoying to us that we all
decided to get up and go find what was making the noise as we
were all too. Scared to go and check by
ourselves. We got out of our sleeping bags
and stepped outside the Tent at first, we didn't see anything,
just darkness, but as our eyes adjusted, we saw something that
still haunts me to this day. Standing next to our tent was a
figure seemingly made of some weird sagging.
Harry flesh-like material. We all noticed it at the same
time and we were all paralyzed with fear it stood.
At least 10 feet tall with an extremely skinny frame, its eyes
glowed and unsettling pure yellow.
And it was smiling with a big uncanny grin that showed its
Sharp Teeth. It's hulking frame, stood in the
shadows. Next to our tent, just staring
at us, smiling as if waiting for us to make a move.
While still tapping on the side of our tent.
Every few seconds, I felt a chill run down my spine.
And I could see the fear in my friends eyes suddenly the figure
spoke opening its sick, twisted lips.
Its voice was abnormally low and Gravely, it echoed throughout
the trees. Why do you dare trespass in my
Woods? It said almost light-hearted.
Lee giving a big smile as a talk to us to shock to respond.
We just stared at it. Not moving too afraid to move
its lips twisted from a smile to an annoyed frown and then it was
just gone one second. It was there.
The next it wasn't. That was the last.
We saw of the strange creature that night.
We spent the rest of the night huddled together, too, scared to
sleep. Barely speaking to each other
because of the shock of what we just witnessed that whole night.
I couldn't shake the feeling that we Were being watched, even
inside our tent, the next morning, we packed up our
campsite and left the woods as quickly as we could.
Even back in our homes, in the city, that feeling of being
watched never left me. Not for one second.
It was like the figure had followed us and I couldn't shake
off the fear that it could be waiting for me somewhere in the
shadows. I started having nightmares
about it and I became anxious and paranoid about it.
Every second, I was awake the next day, I confided in a friend
who Into the Supernatural. And she suggested that what we
had seen, could have been a demon.
She warned me that demons could attach themselves to people and
that they were hard to get rid of once they did.
I brushed it off at first, but the nightmares continued and my
fear intensified it had been a few days.
Since my most recent nightmare of the Beast and about a week,
since we had gotten back to the city, I had just gotten into bed
and I was reading a book. There was a scratching noise at
my window. I assumed it was the Willow
Branch. That was Was up against my
window, as it was windy and the branch often scraped my window
on windy nights. I noticed something strange
about the noise. However it didn't seem to die
down with the wind. In fact, the wind had stopped
but I could still hear the tapping of the branch just a few
feet from the top of my head, what's more?
The noise was eerily similar to the sound of the scratching on
the tent that night. I twisted my blinds open, the
smallest amount I could and peered out through the slits.
Just a few inches from Face the figure was there.
Motionless staring directly into my eyes as if it could see into
my soul, its eyes glowing brighter than I remember.
It's grin Twisted even more than I remember, there was no pain of
glass separating me in this strange being, as I had left my
window open, it was like time had Stood Still and I was
transported back to that night in the woods.
I was paralyzed by fear and couldn't move.
You cannot Escape me. It said it's voice low Gravely
and almond. Most sympathetic sounding.
I regained, my senses. The moment I smelled the monster
stinky breath and reached up to shut the window.
But the figure simply put one finger in the way of the window
and it wouldn't budge. It was like it had Supernatural
strength. I felt a coldness wash over me
as the creature climbed through the window into the room and
this beings presence. The room seemed to drop at least
10 degrees. I knew that I was in the
presence of something far beyond my understanding the figure
started to In my ear, it's words, were like Venom to my
brain. Nothing, it said made any sense,
but the word still made my brain feel like it was being eaten
from the inside out. I could feel my mind slipping
away. My vision started to fade and
sound came in pulses. To my ears.
It was like, I was in some sort of Trance with no control over
my body. I fell into a deep sleep, then I
woke up. I was alone in my apartment and
light was streaming in through the blinds.
I got up shaking and sweating. Eating and looked at myself in
the mirror. The first thing I noticed was a
strange gray mark on the side of my neck that looked like some
sort of strange symbol. I tried rubbing it off, but it
seemed as if it was branded into my skin, not knowing what else
to do. I carried on with my day, making
a mental note to see a doctor and therapist as soon as I
could. However as I went on with my
everyday tasks, the fear and paranoia and never left me and I
was never truly free of the strange beings grip.
Now years later, I We'll see the figure in my dreams.
It taunts me, it, torments me. And I know that I will never
truly get its influence out of my head.
I fear that the Mark has made me one of its slaves.
I think it's a sort of hive mind being gaining power and energy
off of every victim that enters its Forest.
I have come to this conclusion because I have found that I can
never use my full brain power. Since that day, I will randomly
forget important things or struggle with simple mental
tasks for no apparent reason. I can almost feel a part of my
mind being eaten Away by a supernatural Force.
I have tried to contact my friends, one of them has gone
mysteriously missing and the other to describe very similar
experiences to what I have gone through with enough victims.
I think this being could become very powerful and perhaps start
reaching Beyond, just the forest to claimed victims as its own.
So if you ever find yourself in the woods on a warm summer
night, please be careful. You never know what kind of
Terrors are hiding in the shadows.
Those waiting to use you for their own gain.
Have you ever heard the walker in the woods?
Have you ever felt their eyes watching you from Beyond the
trees that sense that you're not?
As alone as you thought? It's just a deer or a squirrel?
You tell yourself, certainly you would know if someone else was
out there with you. After all maybe this is your
property or an empty Park that dear reader.
What if I told you you weren't as alone as you thought more as
you hoped for. You see, the walker in the
woods, might be there with you. If you're lucky, you'll only We
hear something in the distance, snapping Twigs underfoot.
It could be an animal and it's far away, so it's nothing to
worry about. You can tell yourself or maybe
it's closer than that. Maybe it's from just out of
sight behind a Grove of trees, too thick to see through, maybe
it's close enough for you to realize that the thing can't be
a rabbit or Fox. It's far too big.
Or if you're particularly unlucky, maybe it's right.
Behind you, a hot breath, down the back of your neck.
A low whisper in a language, you can't.
Stand a shadow from behind that seems to block out the light.
But dear reader worry, not for you see, you are not alone in
these encounters. The Walker is an old entity.
Now you might be thinking, how can one entity appear all around
the world? Wouldn't it make more sense for
it to be some unknown species? But rest, assured reader, there
is only one Walker in the woods. Yes, the Walker may share their
territory with a slew of other creatures.
Your witches, fake creatures ghosts.
And monsters but there is only one Walker in mine, own humble
opinion. If there was more than one that
would spell the end of Life as we know it or maybe the two
Walkers would fight until only one remained.
Now again you may be wondering how I came across such esoteric
knowledge as the walker in the woods.
Well simply put it is my job to know these things.
It is not a glamorous job I lament and the pay is almost
non-existent other than a sparse helping of gratitude from those
who heed my advice. But unfortunately, I am not here
to discuss the troubles, that plagued a lowly field officers
such as myself or to complain about a shadow organization that
keeps tabs on the unnatural and monstrous know that discussion
is best left for another time. Today we are discussing the
Walker, you see, the Walker is either as old as or older than
the trees, as far back in history as we can search, there
has always been something lurking in the dark as we go
further back. In time, we can try to attribute
these bumps in the night to the PHA or Monsters of other kinds.
But by asking these beasts, they all claim that the Walker had
been there as long as they can remember.
And these creatures, you understand have long memories
indeed. Now, before I go on, it would be
in both of our best interests. If I described the Walker to
you, keep in mind that encounters with the walker, in
the woods with accurate descriptions are extremely rare.
If you are close enough to see the walk, It is unlikely.
You'll be able to convey the encounter to anyone else.
It is also impossible to record The Walker on any form of media.
Imagery Electronics, malfunction in its presence photos and
videos become distorted. And even artistic
representations will twist their ink or paint to blur the
creatures face. The painter ink will refuse to
dry so long as anyone looks at it.
And the moment everyone looks away or blinks it'll run and
twist of its own accord distorting the image as of yet.
I have not found a means to keep an image of the walker from
distorting even through Arcane a cult.
Or Divine means, however, this strange phenomenon does not
extend to text or oral description.
Nor does it prevent one from drawing, an image of the
Walker's body Orleans now reader.
You may think that you can simply make a collage of images
like a puzzle to create the creatures face.
Rest assured, my predecessor. Also thought she was clever with
that trick the fire raged for weeks and ravaged the western
coast The United States and her body was never recovered, nor
was our testing facility there, as it was reduced entirely to
amount of slag. What about Holograms are magical
Illusions? Those two were attempted once in
the case of the former, the machines refused to even turn
on. In the latter, it took six days
to find all the pieces of our occult consultant.
Now, there is an official ruling to avoid finding any loopholes
in the creatures ability to distort images of itself.
But I digress. Dear reader allow me to describe
the Beast, you know, and quite the Beast.
It Is by all accounts standing between 10 and 15 feet tall.
The creature is bipedal primarily walking on lung thick
legs ending in wide pause. The creature has extremely thin
arms as if they have no bones or muscle ending an oversized hands
each of the Walkers hands as seven fingers, two of which are
opposable like a human thumb on either side of the End however
each finger possesses additional joints though, the exact number
varies. By account from 3 to 6 the
Walkers chest is concave as if crushed in the Walkers skin
varies from deathly, white to obsidian black to modeled
camouflage. According to the various
accounts, the variation in these accounts as attributed to stress
in the viewer. But the one thing that is always
consistent among the accounts as the head at least among viewers
who survived see. Seeing it.
The Walker has a roughly humanoid head.
However, the Walker has no ears on the side of its head and
three horns along its brow with two.
Large antlers growing from the side of its head, but the
creature is actual face is much harder to describe.
This isn't due to its unique ability to mutate images or
memory of itself rather. It's because almost nobody who
had, seen its face has been found alive.
We only assume the images, we have created of the Walkers face
are accurate. Due to the distortions
appearing, as we have slowly created a more accurate image.
The walker in the woods has no nose a small mouth without lips
and two enormous eyes. It is believed.
These eyes are black and filled with millions of pinpricks of
light each. I roughly the size of a human's
face a scar runs from the middle of the Walkers eyes.
We're in nose, would be down to the creatures mouth, where it
branches off. At two angles, resembling an
upside-down. Why the Smallmouth on the
Walkers face is actually Really an illusion.
According to a Survivor who only saw the creatures jaw, the
y-shaped scar will split open revealing, a three-way set of
Jaws as the Walkers cheekbones, peel back.
Lifting the upper corners of the mouth away.
The inside of these flaps of mouth are lined with
backward-facing Jagged teeth. Like those of a sea turtle but
far larger It is believed that even if you see the Walker
preparing to bite with this monstrous Mama, which appears to
open far wider than physics should allow.
You can still escape. This is proved by our sole
surviving witness, however, none who have looked at both of the
Walkers eyes have survived. The only evidence we possess of
its gaze. Come from those who have
witnessed The Walker peeking around a corner at them and only
if they were able to outrun it, not many do as far as we can.
Guess it is theorized that maintaining eye contact with the
Walker causes a trance-like state that allows it to more
easily take its victims. Though, this cannot be
corroborated for understandable reasons.
Owns, it is known, however, that looking at the creatures eyes,
even briefly or through the trees or a veil, prevents the
use of Arcane a cult, and divine Powers.
Because of this monsters, Fabius and other Supernatural entities
are just as vulnerable to the walker in the woods, needing to
rely on their own limbs to flee to safety beings able to fly
without Supernatural. Assistance are most likely to
escape. If they can get above the
Treeline, merely getting into Branches will not save you.
Dear reader, the walker in the woods despite his name is quite
capable of scaling a tree or two but my reader may ask
themselves. How does one Escape such a
creature who would self does not seem bound to buy even Divine
Powers? Well, you're in luck for through
my own efforts. We have compiled a list of rules
to possibly save your life in the event.
You encounter The Walker ruin, do not explore the woods alone,
The Walker throughout the eons. Has never appeared before.
More than two people at a time. A single pair is not enough
protection from The Walker. It is theorized this as because
when there are three or more in the group, the odds of a
Survivor increase, as you may have noticed, the Walker does
not like to be observed by others.
Rule to do not acknowledge the Walker.
The walker in the woods is a stalker who relishes the hunt.
They like to instill fear in their victims.
Slowly coming closer. If you run or look for the walk,
You'll provoke it to attack. The Walker has no interest in
pray who ignore it. Rule 3, do not call out to the
Walker. This rule while similar to rule
to serves a different purpose. You see the Walker can mimic
sounds and uses this ability. As it hunts, it could be the
sound of a woman's voice in the trees, asking for help or the
Cry of a baby. If you call out into the trees,
The Walker May one day use your words against another victim
below our briefs. I'm playing of phrases and
voices known to belong to the Walker.
An infant crying. A young woman begging for help
and screaming in pain. A boy, calling his pet spot to
come here. An old man wheezing that he had
fallen and cannot get up a series of gunshots, which may
sometimes be followed by the screams of passing men, deer
Bears, wolves Tigers, a lion and an assortment of birds which may
or may not be indigenous to the region you encounter The Walker.
Various Women children and otherworldly creatures.
Speaking unknown language has believed to be from lost or
forgotten civilizations, or other worlds, best you'll Roars
believed to belong to extinct. Animals rule for.
Should you be pursued by The Walker attempt to get to your
own property border as fast as possible?
There is no known reason. Why the Walker chooses to abide
by government certified property borders.
My personal hypothesis is because it thinks it is funny.
As far as I have been able to determine the Walker has no
reason to be halted by the idea of privately owned land.
As the Walker has been known to follow people across a third
parties private property with no aversion how the walker in the
woods knows where an individual's property border is.
I cannot say just know that your own property legally bought and
paid for us. If Isis Rule 5, if you cannot
reach your property, get away from the trees, any type of
clearing will do whether it be a natural.
Troll clearing or a paved Street, a meadow Lon are
otherwise flat clear zone is preferable but not needed
specifically. The Walker prefers to avoid
being seen. Unless attempting to instill
fear, it will hesitate to follow you into a clearing and may be
convinced to chase prey elsewhere.
Rule 6. Get inside a building as soon as
possible, this will not stop the Walker.
It is merely a means to slow it down.
Only Crossing one's property, border will truly stop the
Walker. From following you reader.
But if you find a building in the woods, get inside and shut
the doors. Better still is a building in a
clearing such as a house with a big lawn on all sides.
Once you are inside, you will continue to hear the Walker
coming for you. It may choose to look through
windows or cast Shadows into the rooms from outside to frighten,
you. It may choose to speak to you
through the door, begging to be let in or calling for help do
not let it in. Do not open the door.
If you're lucky after several minutes, The Walker will give up
and leave. If you are unlucky, the walker
in the woods will knock on the door gently at first.
Then again harder soon. It will rattle the door handle
shaking it in the frame, if the building has multiple doors.
All of them will bang and Shake violently as the Walker attempts
to get in. Do not be fooled.
However, the Walker will only be behind one door, even if another
door creaks and groans under a and beating looking outside
through a window, will suffice to prove.
The Walker is not there, simply open the door and continued to
flee. Soon enough, you'll hear the
bursting explosion as the Walker.
Finally breaks down, its chosen door and it'll begin to chase
you. Again, you may need to hide
within another building. You can continue this game of
cat and mouse until you outrun The Walker or it grows bored of
Chasing You. Ideally, you'll find your way
back to your property, rule 7. If you cannot find a group of
more than People get to your property and the Walker will not
grow bored of hunting you, it is possible to divert its attention
to another. This last rule is a Fail-Safe
chanced upon by a worker within my organization, while going
through the forests of Eastern Europe to examine an oddity
reported to the organization. This worker became pray to the
walker in the woods, despite following the advice to hide in
a clearing and through several abandoned buildings.
The worker continue to be hunted, a After several hours on
the run, the worker came face-to-face with the Walker,
terrified, the worker Cried Out. In Fear babbling, in horror the
worker has they were about to be eaten by The Walker muttered.
Their co-workers name who was also somewhere in the forests.
The Walker stopped pulling back. The worker reported that a voice
ancient and horrible spoke directly into his brain.
It said, an offering has been made and without a word more,
The Walker turned in loped off into the trees.
He's leaving the worker alive, he ran to the nearest research
station or he reported the incident there.
It was discovered that the man had spoken, the full name first,
and last of his coworker, who was also alone in the forest,
despite trying for over an hour. Nobody could reach her via radio
or cell phone. A rescue team was sent in search
of her, but she was never found two weeks later.
The Oddity was researched and packed away, and the worker was
sent off. Three guards to get safely back
to the city to board his flight home, they never made it.
It was determined via trial and error.
That speaking the name of an individual, you know, to be
alone to the Walker, will send it off to hunt that person while
hunting. In this way.
The individual will be cut off from all outside contact.
No means of reaching that person has been discovered other than
going into the trees to find them first but this is
ill-advised for you see dear readers, The Walker does I'll
take kindly to their offerings, being taken from it, no, number
of guards or houses, or clearings will stop the walker
from taking its offering neither will property borders.
Once you have made an offering to the walker in the woods.
You have two weeks from the moment you speak the name to get
to your property, do this? And the Walker will leave you
alone fail to get to safety and the walker in the woods will
come for you regardless of any other safety precautions.
How do you know you are being hunted by the The walker in the
woods, if you have been offered up to it first, is the feeling
you're being watched, then your ears will ring.
You may hear footsteps nearby. A fleeting shadow in the corner
of your vision, or maybe you'll just hear.
I'm sorry. Dear readers, but I have to stop
here for now. Somebody is knocking on my cabin
door. Hello readers.
This is an account of an encounter, I had when I was
young, I think I was maybe 10 or 12 years old at the time I'm
posting this here in case, anyone knows what happened or if
they've also had an experience over a decade later, I still
vividly. Remember it back.
Then I lived in the upper Northeast of the United States.
For obvious reasons. I will not tell you the exact
location, but it was a heavily. Wooded rural community that used
to be owned by Major Logging Company.
He's, I grew up in one of those old dying communities.
That had outlived its purpose when the logging industry left
leaving behind their vast. Swaths of forest, when they left
the town's main income went with them and the town dried up
officially the loggers left, because the soil was prone to
collapse from how waterlogged it was unable to handle their heavy
equipment. Unofficially around bonfires
late at night the locals would say that they left after finding
human remains now. Whose They were was up for
debate. Some people would say it was a
Native American burial ground others say a forgotten Cemetery
or just a couple of hunters who got lost in the woods but that
doesn't really matter. Just backstory I guess to let
you know what kind of place it was.
Anyways, when I was younger I used to go for walks late at
night. We lived way back in the woods
but not so far that I couldn't see my neighbor's.
If I tried anyone who grew up in the woods would know that weird
stuff. Happens sometimes wild dogs
coyotes, foxes. Dear.
There's all kinds of wildlife that can mess up a kid.
So when I went out, I always carried a knife or two on me,
but I almost never carried a flashlight.
Usually the stars and moon would be enough to light the road in
paths, through the trees. And at night, the only time I
needed a light was if I wanted to go off the path and the older
I got the less I wanted to do that.
Now, knowing all that, here's the story.
I was walking around my block. Maybe a 5-mile walk alone at
night usually edit take me about an hour or two walking alone
down the roads that wind it through the woods.
It was maybe 12 in the morning. I was maybe 20 minutes from home
when I heard a branch snap in the trees.
Normally I would write it off as nothing.
Branches snap all the time, those woods are full of life.
But for some reason, a chill ran down my spine, like I was being
watched, I tensed and stopped, but the feeling didn't go away.
Way nervously, I kept walking across the street coming up on
an old crop field. I think it was either beans or
corn that year but I can't remember.
All I know is that I heard rustling as soon as I got near
the field as if something walked into the field Out of the Woods,
I fumbled in my hoodie for my phone, one of those old blocky
phones from the late 2000s. I found the flashlight on it and
pointed it at the field, but couldn't see anything.
But the wrestling was getting closer.
When there's an animal coming. After you, you're not supposed
to run, most of the animals around, there aren't brave
enough to fight if you stand your ground.
But I was young and I freaked, I took off running as fast as my
legs would carry me. I heard the thing in the field.
Chasing me it wasn't wrestling anymore, but crashing through
the plants. When I crossed the creek I heard
it splashed loudly into the water as it, followed it sounded
huge, maybe that was just because I was such a small kid.
I don't know. But as soon as I made it back to
my property, the sound stopped like right at the edge of the
property, not even at the end of the tree line, as soon as I
passed. Our no trespassing signs.
It abruptly stopped moving. I ran into the house and crawled
into my bed. But I didn't sleep a wink that
night weeks go by. And I hadn't had another
encounter with an animal or anything.
Just Serene Wilderness, quiet walks peaceful granted.
I never stayed out that late again.
For years. But one night my older brother
came home for the weekend. He was two years older but lived
with his dad, most of the time since we rarely got to hang out,
he decided to go walking with me.
You laughed when I handed him a knife for his belt, but he
humored me and hooked it on this night, we went further than
usual down past the pain. The creek feeds into me and him
were just talking laughing about stupid teen drama when he
suddenly gets quiet and asks, if I heard that I said Strain my
ears against the sounds of the creek and insects it's faint but
it almost sounds like heavy breathing.
I shake my head saying it's probably just our breath
bouncing off the water and trees or something.
We shrug and start walking but don't make it more than three
steps. When we stop someone was in the
trees, we could clearly hear them snap, a branch.
But when we listen, we couldn't hear anything else.
Just our own breathing, we take a few more steps, whoever or
whatever. Moving in time with us, we could
hear heavy steps coming from the trees, perfectly matching, our
own steps but it wasn't an echo, whatever it was was stepping on
branches and kicking rocks while we were on a paved road.
We looked at each other and simultaneously had the same
thought. Don't acknowledge it.
Whatever it was. Don't look.
Don't try to see it. Just keep walking and pretend we
didn't hear it. We grew up loving myths and
monsters. And if it was a person who knew
what they do, If they knew, we knew they were following us.
But the myths, all say not to acknowledge the things in the
woods. So we kept walking all the way
to the corner, then turned around and started heading back,
whatever it was, it followed us? No animal would have a reason to
stop at that corner. The woods kept going the road,
didn't even turn in that direction.
Why was it turning back with us? We kept going pretending, we
didn't here. Pretending we weren't freaking
out inside. We try walking at a casual Is
that is until we get to the pond, we hear.
Whatever it is Splash around in the pond.
You might be picturing something cute.
See this was not the nice styled Pond.
You see in Parks, it was filled with moss, snapping, turtles and
was well over 10 feet deep. And this thing walked right into
it. We froze, having your refutable
proof. It was right beside us.
No, more than 10 feet away only separated by a single willow
tree. But as usual, the thing stopped
moving when we did. However it was stopped right in
the middle of the pond. We started walking forward and
heard it splashing. Keeping Pace.
It didn't sound like swimming more like when somebody walks
around in a pool. But as I said, the pain was over
10 feet. Deep without looking at each
other. Me and my brother started to
run, obviously it ran after us crashing through the underbrush,
as it launched out of the pond at speed.
We didn't look only ran as hard as we could home, whatever it
was, it didn't follow. Us across the road stopping
across the road from our property as we locked ourselves
in our shared bedroom. I swore I heard something
screaming in the woods for the rest of the night, needless to
say, that was the last time. My brother went walking with me
at night I stared out my bedroom window
peering into the darkness of the night, the only light came from
the Moon, casting an eerie glow on the garden below and there he
was the faceless man. He stood there.
Motionless as if waiting for something.
It was as if he knew I was watching him at first.
I thought it was just my imagination.
Playing Tricks on Me. Maybe I was just tired or
stressed but no matter how many times I rubbed my eyes or shook
my head, he was still there. I tried to ignore Him.
But he was always there. Every night standing in the
garden. It started to become an
obsession. I couldn't sleep, couldn't focus
on anything else. My mind was constantly consumed
with thoughts of the faceless, man, who was he, what did he
want? And why was he haunting me?
I tried to talk to my friends and family about it, but they
all just dismissed it as a nightmare or a hallucination.
But I knew it was real as the days turned into weeks, The
Faceless man began to move. He would inch closer and closer
to the house each night until he was right outside my window.
I could feel his breath on. The glass could hear his ragged
breathing one night. I couldn't take it anymore.
I got up from my bed and walked outside straight towards the
faceless man. I didn't know what I was doing
or why I was doing it, but something inside me compelled me
to confront him. As I got closer, I could see
that his skin was pale and modeled almost translucent.
His eyes were sunken and Hollow, and his mouth.
Was twisted into a grotesque shape, but the most disturbing
thing about him was that he had no face.
It was just a smooth featureless surface, like a statue.
I tried to speak to him to ask him what he wanted, but he
didn't respond. He just stood there.
Staring at me with his blank expression and then he vanished
Into Thin Air after that night. I thought the faceless man was
gone for good, but he wasn't. He continued to haunt me
appearing, in my dreams and even in my waking moments, Couldn't
escape him as time went on. I became more and more
desperate. I started researching online
trying to find anything that could explain the Faceless Men.
And that's when I found the stories stories of a faceless
man who haunted people who drove them to Madness and despair.
I didn't know what to do. I felt like I was losing my grip
on reality and then one night, the faceless man appeared again,
but this time he wasn't alone, he was surrounded by a group of
faceless people. 'Well, all staring at me with
their blank Expressions. I ran back into my house locked,
all the doors and windows and sat in my room, trembling with
fear, I knew I had to do something but I didn't know
what. And then I saw it, a glimmer of
light in the darkness. It was a torch held by a figure
in a hooded robe. The figure approached my window
and I saw that it was an old man.
He beckoned me to follow him. And without thinking I did, we
walk through the garden, past the faceless man, and his
Followers until we reached a hidden door in the wall.
The old man, led me through the door into a tunnel that seemed
to stretch on forever as we walked.
He told me about the faceless Man, how he was a being from
another realm, a world beyond our own.
He explained that the faceless man had been trying to enter our
world for centuries and that he needed a host to do.
So that's when I realized the faceless man.
Had been trying to possess me all along the old man, led me to
a chamber deep underground in the Center of the room was a
pedestal with a single object resting on top.
It was a mask made of a shimmering iridescent material.
The old man explained that the mask was the key to stopping the
faceless man. If I wore the mask, it would
Shield me from his influence and I could banish him back to his
own world. I hesitated.
But the old man urged me on, I knew I had no other choice.
I picked up the mask, feeling its weight, in my hands, as I
placed it on my face, I felt a surge of Power flow through me.
It was as if I was a different person, stronger, more
confident, more alive. I returned to the Garden to face
the faceless man. And his followers, as soon as
they saw me, they began to converge closing in on me from
all sides. But I stood my ground, raising
my arms and calling forth, the blasts of energy, The Faceless
man, screamed, as the energy, hit him writhing and twisting an
Agony, his followers fled disappearing back into the
darkness from which they A came. And then with a final burst of
energy, The Faceless man, vanished, leaving behind, only
the memory of his haunting presence.
I was free at last free from the fear, the obsession, the
madness. I knew that I would never forget
the faceless man, but now I could face him with confidence
and strength. I could confront any challenge
that came my way knowing that I had the power to overcome it.
And as I stood there in the garden looking up at the Moon, I
knew that I had face my greatest fear and emerged Victorious, the
faceless man had haunted me for so long but now he was gone
banished back to his own world and I was left with a newfound
sense of courage and purpose ready to face whatever the
future had in store. I'm an avid Hunter and tracker.
I love to get outdoors and explore shed hunt for Antlers
are just hiked around to view Wildlife.
I live in the Rocky Mountains in southwest Montana, so the forest
are endless and the wildlife are abundant recently.
I've purchased five new game cameras to scope out around my
property. These cameras, catch anything
and are superior to other brands out.
I own around 20 acres of forest land with a nice little creek
running through it. I put them all the way around
the property. Purty to see anything and
everything within a week. I check them to my surprise.
I had photos of a wide variety of wildlife on there from
porcupines two, coyotes to deer. And even a cougar passing
through, I never would have imagined.
I had so much going on throughout the property, the
next week was strange. As my cameras had taken hundreds
of photos, but nothing was on them.
As I kept browsing through the photos, something unnatural
caught my eye far off in the distance and the last few
photos, I could see what looked Like a deer but it was not just
any normal dear. The frickin thing was standing
upright on its two. Hind legs and is the photos went
on it appeared. As if it walked like that across
the whole view of the camera still Blown Away.
By what I had seen, I felt the need to investigate further.
So, I made a tree stand by the camera that caught that
freakishly looking dear after completion.
I was all ready to go since the activity was between 2:00 and
3:00 in the morning, I went to the stand at dusk to get
hunkered down and ready to find out what that was the first
night I stayed until dawn seeing nothing, but I heard some crazy
noises like whispering and talking off in the distance.
I felt it odd because my closest neighbors are two miles away.
It sent chills down my spine, but I remain sitting all night
night to nothing again until about 2:30.
In the morning that I heard branches breaking like something
was stomping through the woods off in the distance, just outer
range to be able to see with my night vision binoculars.
Kept looking as the thumping. Noise was getting louder.
Then I heard what sounded like a woman crying from the same
direction as the branches were being broken.
This really got me freaked out now as the crying became louder
and it sounded like she was begging for someone to help her.
I couldn't sit and just listen any longer.
I then shouted out. Where are you?
I'm here, do you need assistance?
I got down off my tree stand and started running in the direction
of the woman's crying, but it seemed as the closer, I had
gotten to her, she remained at About the same distance ahead of
me. I kept taking to her asking,
where are you? Are you hurt and the same
response? Help me please.
This went on for about 15 minutes and I thought to myself,
what if this is some kind of trap, I've seen movies like this
before. So I stopped and quickly turned
around and started jogging back the way I came.
This is where things get disturbing as I was getting
farther away from where I heard the crying and pleas for help,
it was now getting closer to me as I was making my way.
Get back out of the woods. Now I'm scared I started
sprinting towards the tree line to my property as it sounded
like whatever that was was right on my tail breaking branches and
it sounded big I could hear its feet hitting the ground I
finally hit the tree line and no longer heard.
The cries are begging for help and the opening.
I turned around just before reaching my house and back at
the tree line I could see two glowing yellow eyes and a dark
silhouette of a figure of what appeared to be about 7 to 8 feet
tall. Whatever it was just stood there
staring, right at me. Then I heard a low, menacing
growl terrified. Now I ran back into my house and
got out the AR-15 locked and loaded ready to blow that thing
away. But as you would know it, it was
gone. I walked back out to the tree
line and I could hear low Whispers and talking again like
two people having a conversation, I knew better than
to follow the sound of voices, this time after owning the
Country property for 15 plus years.
I decided it It was time to move closer to civilization whatever
was out there. I definitely did not want to
encounter it again. I don't know what it was
planning that night, but it was definitely sinister.
I've lived near these Woods all my life.
And I would always hear tales about this house deep in the
woods. These were just Tails.
But my mom always worn my siblings and I to avoid the
woods, I can understand the more logical reason for this.
There are countless animals in the Woods by my mother.
Would always warn us to Beware of the house in the woods
naturally, my siblings and I didn't really heat her warnings.
In fact we wanted to find the supposed house.
No matter how hard we searched. We Not find it.
So we eventually gave up on it. A few months ago, I went to
visit my parents who still live in the same house, my siblings
and I grew up in, by this point. I had completely forgotten about
the tales of the house and the woods three days into my visit,
and my parents dog, Charlie went missing.
It's normal for Charlie to wander around in the woods but
he would always come back home an hour or two before Sunset
when he didn't arrive home an hour after he normally would my
parents began worrying. I Other than that, he'll
probably show up within the next hour, another hour flew by and
no sign of Charlie. By this point, my parents were
worried sick. They've had Charlie for a long
time and loved him to death. I was also concerned for him,
but I knew it was dangerous to go looking for him at night.
I told my parents, I'd search for him first thing tomorrow
morning, which helped calm them down.
We had all been fast asleep when the sound of barking.
Woke me, realizing the Barking sounded like, Charlie, I rushed
out the house with A baseball bat and my phone.
I shined my phone light into the woods and saw a glimpse of
white. Fur, Charlie, come here, boy.
I called out instead of running to me, he ran farther into the
woods. I hesitated only a second before
running after him. It was a miracle.
I was able to just barely see him with the flashlight.
I ran for what felt like hours before.
I noticed a clearing up ahead, Charlie disappeared, right?
Before my eyes as he entered the clearing?
What the hell I said. Talked.
It was then that I noticed something much stranger in the
clearing. Stood a two-story, Victorian
style house. The tales of the house in the
woods run throughout my head. How did I find it?
No. How is it still in good
condition? The house was clearly old and
there wasn't a single sign of human life but it looked
pristine. There was no moss growing on it
nor was the paint. Bleached not even the porch had
dirt on it. I marveled at the site taking it
in slowly, the house looked completely fine.
Fine. But there was this weird Eerie
feeling in the air. It sent shivers down my spine,
but I decided to investigate the house after all, this was the
house of those tails, the same house, my siblings.
And I spent most of our childhood trying to find, I
heard Lee walked onto the porch into the door, I knocked on it.
Despite the fact that there was clearly, no one here.
Other than me, I held my breath for a second in fear that
someone might actually respond. After getting no response, I
carefully. Open the door.
Like I expected the inside was in pristine condition as well.
I placed the bat I had brought with me down beside the door
before searching the first floor.
I soon realized that the house appeared as if someone still
lived in it. I instinctively pulled my phone
out and began taking pictures of the different rooms on the first
floor. After I got a sufficient amount
of pictures of the first floor. I moved up to the second floor.
This floor had many bedrooms each room looking.
As if someone lived in them, I took multiple pictures.
Teachers of these rooms as well. One bedroom still had messed up
bed covers as if someone had just gotten out of them.
The bedroom, Drew my attention. The most I looked around at the
different paintings. Photographs, and jewelry may I
help you a voice said behind me, I jumped out of fright and
turned around. I was met with a woman dressed
in a Victorian style dress. I called my racing heart before
responding, I'm sorry, I thought no one lived.
Here she left, I'm not surprised.
I do live out in the middle of nowhere, it's late.
But are you hungry? As soon as she asked my stomach
growled in response? She chuckled follow me.
So, do you live here by yourself?
I asked as I followed behind her.
No, my husband and I live here together.
He is off in town tonight. He'll be back in the morning.
She answered. I hide her, suspiciously no
logical explanation. Could explain why she was living
in a house in the middle of the woods, a house that is in.
Perfect condition and not to mention, she looks like she
walked straight out of one of the portraits.
I saw, as we walk down the stairs, the smell of food.
Hit me and made my stomach. Growls louder in response, but I
couldn't help the unease. I felt I had only been in the
house for at most 15 minutes. How could food already be
prepared? I had been on the first floor
for a good nine minutes and besides I didn't smell food when
I first opened the door. I shook my head.
Maybe I was just being paranoid. We made it to the dining room.
The table was already set for to the food looked as delicious as
it smelled. And I could hardly wait to dig
in, we took a moment of silence to pray.
Before we eat, I quickly dug into the food, I hadn't realized
I was so hungry. This is delicious.
Mrs. What's your name? I said mrs.
Preston please call me. Mrs. Preston I'm flattered.
You find my food. So delicious.
She replied with a smile. Her smile sent.
Chills down my spine, despite it looking so nice.
I mentally. Shook my head.
It's just my nerves. Aren't you going to eat?
I asked pointing to her food, she chuckled.
I will let me go get something first as soon as she left.
I realized I wasn't as hungry as I thought.
In fact, I felt nauseous. I set my utensils down and stood
up, I walked around the dining room for a bit before stopping
short in front of a portrait and the portrait was mrs.
Preston and the frame had the words in loving memory of Elise
Preston 18. To 1850 carved in it at froze.
Immediately as my stomach turns, sickeningly she's dead.
What are you doing? Her voice, sounded behind me, I
quickly turned around. I was just walking around a bit
to make more room for the food. It's really delicious and it'd
be a shame to waste it. I was wonderful.
She said, cheerfully I breathed a sigh of relief and looked over
at the clock on the wall. Wow.
Would you look at the time? I'd better head home.
Thank you for the food. Her face.
Fell is the room became much colder.
The room quickly went from pristine condition to a very
poor State. I looked at the worn-down table
and the plates of food. My eyes widened, his bio raised,
in my throat. I hunched over and threw up the
contents and my stomach. It was horrible.
The food was decomposed. And there were maggots and other
insects on it, I continuously through up, even when my stomach
was empty, her shrill laughter echoed throughout the room.
Oh, it's been so long since I last have A decent meal, a young
man, like you would be the perfect appetizer.
I raised my head and saw her grotesque form.
She was a dark, grayish color, her hair was but a few strands,
she was decomposed in many areas and some places I could see her
bones and other places consisted of insects, the look of a made
me dry heave what's wrong, darling.
Don't like what you see, no matter you'll soon.
Be in Bliss. She continued as she lunged for
me. I fell backwards just barely
escaping her. Touches one of her fingernails.
However, sliced me in it. Cut deep into my skin.
It burned, like a knife and continuously bled, I scrambled
to my feet and rushed to the door.
I felt the floorboard giveaway in my leg fell through, I
shouted in pain as a piece of the broken floorboard.
Got my thigh I struggled to get my leg out but it was no use.
Elise was already in front of me.
She said nothing as she grabbed me by the collar and pulled me
up before tossing me across the room.
I slammed against the All the nearly blacked out from the
Collision. I struggled up and ran for the
door. Once more.
Do you seriously? Think you can escape me?
She laughs sinisterly. She was on me in an instant and
have me face down on the floor, She dug her decayed, claws into
my back. I yelled in pain.
Once more as tears, fell from my eyes.
I felt her lean down her against my neck.
I'll be sure to enjoy you thoroughly.
I close my eyes as I tried to struggle against her, but it was
no use. I felt her teeth on my My neck
and in a boost of adrenaline, I was able to shake her off.
I crawled to the front door and grasped at my bad.
I had left there. She grabbed my leg and pulled me
back towards her. I turned over and swung the bat
hard. It knocked her down and she
shrieked. How dare you do that?
I struggled up and didn't hesitate.
I swung the bat down continuously pulverizing her
decomposed flesh. A dark substance splattered onto
me, but I paid no mind and continued getting her.
I didn't stop until she had Moving, I was breathing heavily
and leaned against the bat for support.
I caught my breath and then made my way out of the house.
I turned around to get one last Glimpse at the house and now
looked like a typical run down house.
It didn't look anything like it did previously.
I look to the sky and noticed it was getting light again, I had
been there the whole night but it only felt like a few minutes.
I walked slowly each step filled with pain, my vision
continuously dimmed as the forest around me began to come
to life with the The Sun. Finally, I made it out in
stumbled to my parents house. I tried calling out to them but
it came out as a horse whisperer I reached the door and fell
against it heavily. I tried to catch my breath with
no luck. I heard the sound of footsteps
and then the shouts of my parents as my vision went
completely black eye. L woke up in the hospital hooked
up to IVs, my blurry vision, just barely made out my parents
relieved faces, I slightly smile before the events that happened
flashed through my head. It made my stomach turn as I
leaned over the bed and dry heaved in the trash can.
After that, I was visited by doctors who continuously observe
my condition. I tried to tell them what
happened, but they all agreed that the stress from the
situation cause my brain to misremember.
It it didn't help when I tried to show them pictures of the
house, but an error showed instead, they did however, have
multiple questions for the puncture wounds.
I had gotten from Elise has claws naturally.
I explain to them what happened, but they I found it hard to
believe even though it was difficult to believe the gouges
and my back were proof, I got attacked by a person.
They held me in the hospital while they treated the infection
that the wounds had caused this information was given over to
the police who had begun searching the woods for the
house. It wasn't long after this, that
I was discharged from the hospital with medicine to take
for my injuries, after some searching, the police still
hadn't found the house in the clearing, it was then that I
offered to show them where it was since I I need to prove to
everyone. It really existed after much
hesitation, they agreed. And so we entered the forest.
Despite not really remembering the path I had taken.
When I followed what I believe to be Charlie.
I instinctively knew where to go.
It was like something was drawing me back to the house
sometime later. I spotted an all-too-familiar
clearing up ahead. This should be it up ahead, I
called out, we reach the clearing and there, stood the
house and pristine condition. Once more, look, that's the
house. With the lady in it I said he
officers looked at me strangely before one spoke up, son.
All we see is a very rundown and Fallen apart home.
I looked from them to the house and shocked.
How could they not? See it?
It's very clearly in good condition.
Why was I the only one who could see the house in pristine
condition? Look, we will inspect the place
if you want, but you most likely fell through the second floor.
There wouldn't be anyone living here he continued.
I nodded and watched as all But one entered the house.
After a few minutes, they came out.
Their faces, told me all I needed to know, there wasn't
anything there. I reluctantly conceded and we
headed back. I left the clearing before a
chill. Ran down my spine, I stopped and
turned around on the porch waving at me was Elise, her
Sinister smile, sent shivers down my spine and made me sick
to my stomach. I quickly turned away and
followed after the officers. After this, I bid farewell to my
parents And quickly went back to my home.
I wanted to be as far away from that place as possible despite
what everyone has told me. I know that what happened to me
is real, the events of that night have been seared into my
mind to the point, I can't comfortably sleep at night.
I've been having nightmares of what happened ever since it's
because of this that I have come here to search for answers.
Does anyone know what happened to me?
What is a lease? How come I was the only one who
could see the house in pristine condition.
Why Were the pictures I had taken of it gone.
If anyone has any clues, please let me know.
Also a word of advice to everyone don't mindlessly.
Enter a house in the woods, you might get more than what you
bargained for. I've always hated the forest
behind my house. The dense canopy of trees blocks
any sunlight from breaking through and hitting the ground.
Turning it into a murky, abyss of roots and brush.
That would grab at the legs of anyone brave enough to be
passing through my bedroom window faces out towards that
forest in the mass of trees, Shadows, dance and form
mysterious shapes and the Darkness provoking.
A deep sense of unease, within me at night.
I could swear, I have seen silhouettes of strange and
bizarre creatures skull. Going around just past the
Treeline as if they're watching me waiting.
I don't know what for that is. Why I have always hated the
forest behind my house. I don't go in the garden, the
forest backs directly onto our land.
I would feel the Shadows, dancing towards me closer and
closer until it's too late to escape.
My family. Thinks I have an overactive
imagination at the forest isn't as dark as I think.
And that there is nothing lurking in there waiting for me
to let my guard down. It can hurt me, that 19 years
old is too old for this crap. I don't care.
Something is out there, something nasty.
My younger brother Kyle likes to make fun of me.
He's only a year younger than me and having grown up.
So close in age. He knows very well how to get
under my skin ever since I warned him about the Shadows
years ago, he has made fun of me for it last year, he tricked me
into the forest and left me there.
When I wasn't looking alone and afraid, I could feel this.
Suffocating Darkness closing in on me from all around the
Shadows. Lurking within I could feel
something brushing against my shins.
Almost wrapping itself around me before my dad managed to pull me
out and Carry Me Home, I didn't know what it was that I had.
Felt not at the time. It must have been slithering
through the knee-high brush and visible to anyone who wasn't
looking out for it, it felt prickly against my legs and
left. Deep scratches unsurprisingly by
my parents, this was chalked down to being thorn.
Thorns. No.
I know what I felt and it wasn't any damn Thorns.
It felt warm and fleshy like the skin of some unimaginable
creature with spines along its body.
I had also briefly felt something rough and wet, which
left a long scrape around my ankle.
That was not unlike a road rash. This was the first time that the
Shadows had manifested themselves physically to me.
It was the moment I knew that, what I had been seeing all these
years, wasn't some trick of the imagination twisting, the
darkness and Relating my eyes and to seeing what wasn't there
after that day. The Shadows were not just
Shadows anymore. If I looked out of my bedroom
window at night, I could see the fleshy body of what.
I now realized was, just one creature stalking through the
forest in the dark, having previously taken the forms of
many differently shaped shadows as the moon positioned itself at
different points across the sky, throughout the night.
It was pale almost humanoid in shape, but abnormally tall, and
very skinny. I could see its eyes bulge It's
head Twist from side to side scanning its surroundings, like
a starving animal hunting for prey.
Its head was long and the creature had no hair.
That the mouth, the mouth was the worst part.
The creatures mouth wrapped, right?
The way across the front of its face and opened so wide.
It says, if it's whole face was peeling, open to reveal rows,
upon rows of short, but razor-sharp teeth, but the most
disgusting part of its mouth was the tongue.
Its tongue was as wide as its face and twice as long.
It's no wonder. It's Mouth had to open so wide
and just when I thought things couldn't get even worse.
I noticed it had begun to come closer.
What used to stock behind the tree line was now gradually
further in front of it, each night, a couple of weeks ago, I
could see the top of its head, stood behind my garden fence, my
garden fence that is 7 feet. Tall a few nights ago I saw it
in my garden on all fours, rooting through the trash with
its tongue, I felt sick. Why was I going to do?
If it came any closer it would be Practically in my bedroom,
stupidly. I decided to confide in my
brother. Yeah, he made fun of me.
But who else could I go to? My parents were on the verge of
sending me to the psych ward and my friends laughed at me
whenever I brought it up. Plus, I know that he'd seen it
too. He denied it around my parents
because of how they reacted, to me bringing it up.
But he admitted last week to seeing it in the garden at the
same time. I did his idea a couple days
later. Makes me wish.
I had never told him because Kyle told me Me, he wanted to go
and hunt it down. I told him that was the
stupidest damn idea he'd ever had that we would get ourselves
oft and there was no way I was stepping foot in that Forest his
excuse was that there was two of us and two were stronger than
one but I thought that when it's two teenagers against a
supernatural being we stood no chance.
But of course, being the jerk that he is, my brother told my
parents, he was taking me out into the forest to conquer my
fear once and for all I knew that he had done it.
So I couldn't Check out. And just as he intended, they
practically forced me to go with him despite my protests.
Yes, I know. I don't need to be told that
this was really, really dumb. So we ventured deeper and
deeper. We went into the darkness brush
and Roots reaching out for us as we pass by.
I had an awful sinking feeling. Once far enough away from the
house, Kyle stopped me. He reached into the bag.
He had brought in produced a shotgun.
I was stunned. Dad would get him if he found
out. But I couldn't complain about
that kind of Defense in the forest.
I kept hearing noises around us and seeing movements out of the
corner of my eye. I tried to calm down by telling
myself that it only came out at night, but I still felt as
unsafe as I ever had as dust began to fall.
I begged Kyle to turn back and reluctantly.
He agreed. It would be too dark to find our
way back if it got too late. However, we were too late
Darkness fell faster than we could have imagined and soon
enough we were holding on to each.
Other. So we didn't get separated.
There was no way we were ever going to find our way home in
this. I could feel Panic growing
stronger inside me. I knew that it would be out and
even if we did make it home, the thing might be in our garden.
Again, frightening noises grew stronger.
The further we walked and the moron easy.
We became, I was terrified at this point.
It was made worse when out of the darkness.
Something grabbed hold of my ankle judging by the noise he
made something had grabbed Kyle's to Suddenly we were
ripped apart and flowing in opposite directions into the
pitch-black and away from the safety of each other.
I landed in a heap, among a pile of leaves and sticks, and I
could hear Kyle screaming in the distance.
I had no idea how far we had been thrown, But he sounded
farther away by the second. I now I had realized that the
creature had found us and sounded as though it was
dragging Kyle along with it, wherever it was going
adrenaline. Pumped through me.
I hold myself up off the ground and sprinted The sound of my
brother's distressed cries, not thinking about what I would do,
if I caught up to them, a shotgun blast, echoed through
the trees, making my ears ring was that him, I mean, who else
could it have been? My legs were stinging from all
the cuts I gained while running through the brush.
But I kept going determined to find Kyle after a few minutes.
His cries drifted too far away for me to hear anymore.
I fell to my knees defeated and terrified.
I felt my way through the forest and found an inning in a tree.
Sobbing, I curled up inside and hope that I would make it to
Dawn hours later. It was even darker than when
Kyle and I had been separated. I had somehow managed to fall
asleep in my little tree hole, but I was awoken by a loud
crunch nearby. I hold my breath.
Could it be Kyle or could it be the creature?
Now on the prowl looking for me, having caught and done,
Unthinkable things to my brother, I didn't want to
imagine where Kyle was right. Now, tears of Terror, welled up
in my eyes. Is this too large?
White orb slowly peered from the right and into my tree hole
looking directly at me prep. It was looking directly at me
and I could have sworn that a glimpse of a smile appeared
across its disgusting mouth as its ton lashed at my face.
I screamed it was like no pain. I had ever felt before like acid
coated sandpaper. It felt as though it had taken
off a chunk of my face. There was no time to assess the
damage before it. Lashed at me again, gripping my
ankle and yang. Kicking me out of the hole.
Dragging me through the brush. It was so fast.
My already wounded face was pulled through the dirt and
twigs on the forest floor and from somewhere nearby, another
gunshot rang out. What the hell?
There's no way that could be Kyle, right?
The creature wasn't fazed it. Continued to haul me across the
ground at some point. My head crunched against a rock
in the mud and I blacked out, I don't know how long I was out.
I woke strung up in a dingy what cavemen Body aching and stinging
it wreaked, although I couldn't figure out what the smell was.
It was almost metallic. There was a wet sound coming
from somewhere nearby, which filled me with Dread.
And as my eyes adjusted to the light level of the cave.
I saw the source of it. It was the creature.
I held my breath. It was crouching over something
and getting it. The Sound was sickening, as I
focused on it. I realized, I could see a pair
of legs limply, slumped behind where the creature was crouched.
No, I let out a small SOB. As I saw that the creature was
crouched over my barely recognizable, brother.
And as I then realized what the stench in the cave was its head
whipped around. As I noticed it had heard me
when its head moved, I could see its tongue hanging out of its
revolting, mouth smeared with dark red and parts of Flesh and
behind it. I then spotted the mess of Kyle,
it had been getting him. Kyle lay their limply one eye
open and staring towards me indicating that he was still
alive parts of his I swear caved in and is open.
I was half out where some of the flesh around.
It have been taken away as the creature turned.
I could see Kyle twitching and covered in red.
I couldn't imagine the pain, he was in his clothes hung in
shreds and he was caked in dirt. I was so focused on Kyle,
terrified of the condition. He was in that I hadn't noticed,
the creature slowly stocking towards me on all fours, low to
the ground. I had now realized that this was
the thing that had slithered past my shins in the brush last
year, if My dad hadn't saved me. I would have been where Kyle is
now the creature crouched in front of me and it stunned hung
out of its revolting, mouth, Crimson thickly coated.
It dribbling onto the ground and chunks, clung to its mouth.
And the spikes on its tongue, which I could see up close was.
Composed of many tiny, sharp spikes, its eyes move downwards
to my stomach, which had been exposed as my shirt ripped when
I was dragged along the ground. I realized it was now going to
start getting me. The creature slowly got me.
And I Screamed in agony. I can't even describe how it
felt as smile crept across its mouth as it continued.
The pain was so severe that I began to drift in and out of
Consciousness. I was just awake enough to
suddenly hear a crunch from my right just near the entrance of
the cave, then an ear-piercing bang, which echoed and lingered
in the confined cave simultaneously, a warm splatter
of red, hit my face and the creature, let out a devilish
Screech before another bang rang out and the screeching ceased.
I heard a man's voice echo. I hit the floor and blacked out.
Again, that's the last thing I remember before waking up here
in the hospital, a large padded, gauze bandage covers, the rough
mess of my stomach which is still tender and stinging.
I haven't seen it. And frankly I don't want to the
doctors are saying I'll need a skin graft on my face.
I don't yet know what became of Kyle or if he's even alive, but
it'll be a miracle. If he's able to recover from the
state. I saw him in the hospital staff.
Told me that. At the man, I heard before
passing out was a hunter who saw the creature stalking us and
then dragging us through the forest.
He had tried to shoot at a twice once when it had Kyle and once
when it had me he'd been nearby, when I started screaming and
found us, I have my doubts about whether it's dead.
All I do know is that I will be here in the hospital for quite a
while. I'll be safe if it survived.
I mean, I really hope so we never should have gone into that
Forest. I gasped for breath, as I
stumbled through the forest. Branches scratching my face and
tearing up my clothes, my heart pounded in my chest, threatening
to pop out of my rib cage at any moment behind me.
I could hear her, or rather, the thing that had been posing as
her sprinting through the undergrowth with an inhuman,
speed and Grace. It had all started so
innocently, my girlfriend and I had wanted to get away from the
city and spend some time in nature.
So we had planned a camping trip in the Appalachian Mountains.
Yes, we had hiked for hours to reach a secluded spot deep in
the woods where we set up our tent and started a campfire.
We talked laughed and shared stories, under the Starry Sky
enjoying the peaceful Solitude of the Wilderness, but then
something had changed. It was subtle at first tiny
details. That didn't quite add up the way
she moved the way she spoke, the way she looked at me with dark
uncanny eyes, that seemed to reflect something other than
human emotion. I had tried to Push it off to
convince myself that I was just being paranoid.
But as the night wore on the signs became more and more
obvious, and then As We Lay in our tent, she had shifted her
bones, popped and twisted, her skin tearing and reforming into
something. That was no longer human a
skinwalker, a mimic, a creature that had taken on the form of my
girlfriend to lure me in and get me, it looked like a human
stripped of their skin leaving. Only the muscles tendons,
visible with two. Empty eye.
It's to backward bending appendages.
Under its arm pit. I had barely managed to escape
with my life. I had grabbed a knife beside the
sleeping bag, and slashed up the creature, giving me enough time
to scramble out of the tent and run blindly into the forest,
freaking out and looking for an escape.
Now, I was lost alone and terrified as I stumbled through
the undergrowth, my mind, raced with thoughts of what I had
seen. What I had experienced was this
real was I imagining Things had I lost my mind but the sound of
its paws. Pounding on the forest floor was
all the confirmation. I needed, I had to find my real
girlfriend. I had to get out of these Woods.
I heard a twig snap behind me and my heart, leaped into my
throat. I didn't dare turn around, but I
picked up my Pace running faster than I ever had before.
My breath was ragged and my legs burned with exhaustion, but I
pushed myself harder willing myself to keep moving.
That's when it hit me, really. Sure, that day we were back at
the car with my real girlfriend Eames.
When I left first to look for a camping spot, she hadn't
followed me but at some point what I thought was her stepped
out into the trail saying, she had caught up to me.
That thing had stalked me from the beginning, finally, after
what felt like hours of running, I saw a light in the distance.
It was faint, but it was enough to give me.
Hope I stumbled toward it, my heart pounding in my chest, as I
drew closer as I emerged from the woods, I saw her.
My real girlfriend in the parking lot and sitting in our
sedan, looking up at me with a mixture of relief and confusion.
Thank God. She said, running towards me.
I've been so worried. What happened to you?
You've been gone for hours. I nearly called the police.
I collapsed into her arms tears, streaming down my face.
I tried to speak to tell her what had happened, but my words
came out and choke sobs. She held me.
Soothing me with gentle words and a warm embrace.
It took me hours to calm down as we sped out of there to tell her
everything that had happened. She listened patiently, her
expression growing increasingly horrified as I recounted my
encounter with the skinwalker when I was finished, she hugged
me again, her eyes full of understanding.
I nodded feeling a sense of relief wash over me.
I was safe for now, but I knew that the memory of the
skinwalker would haunt me for the rest of my days.
Something would always be watching from the woods.
It had been A few hours later when I heard from a Camping
Buddy that Park Rangers had discovered a humanoid creature
exactly matching the description of what came after my
girlfriend. Something had eliminated it.
Let me preface this by saying that I am by, no means a
believer in the occult or the mystics.
I'd like to believe that I am of a sound mind and to an extent,
see myself as more rational and logical than of a particular
creative. Stature I work at an old
Historic Hotel in a large Danish City, it's by no means ancient.
It was built in the 19th century and is only historic because of
its old age and because it was used by the Nazis as
headquarters during the 1940s occupation, it is a, So, tell
though, when I do enjoy working here it is beautiful.
In a very luxurious 1950s way and goes a long way to give off
that Vibe. I only work every second weekend
and the graveyard shift allows me to focus on my studies while
getting paid to do. So, the job is pretty
straightforward, man. The reception for 10 to 12
hours, welcome guests perform light administrative tasks, open
and close doors for late-night arrivals.
And once every night, I tour the grounds as I said,
Straightforward. Of course every now and again
you get the annoying drunkard spewing, they're intoxicated
ramblings, the aftermath of futile attempts from couples
trying to salvage their marriages strange requests and
odd guests. Nothing extremely unusual or
terrifying. I don't think I have ever felt
scared, or creeped out. I once got super stressed, when
there was a local power outage and emergency protocols kicked
in, but as a Danish saying goes, you got to take the sour with
the sweet. I am certain, there's a fitting
English expression but that's not my strong suit last night.
However something made me reconsider.
I am left grappling with the unnerving possibility that my
once sound mind, maybe faltering or that the world of the occult
maybe more real than I ever dared to believe and I'm not
sure which is worse. I feel like I must make
something clear before I proceed.
I don't like leading people on. I am writing this to get advice
clear my mind and make sense of my experience there.
Won't be a huge. Crescendo at the end of this,
nothing like that happened. It is more the accumulated
collection of WTF moments and the unsettling feeling that
something far more Sinister is looming.
Either perceived or very real last night began like any other
with just one more guest to check in before the Clock Struck
midnight, I looked forward to a quiet evening of studying,
thanks to a national holiday. Our bar and restaurant were
closed, it felt as though the entire Hotel was fast asleep.
Even though a You can see was that 91% this was great because
it meant more time for my studies and with exams.
Looming it was almost perfect. I midnight people had emerged
and the younger crowd went to the city and I was almost done
with all the administrative work, which meant eight hours of
studies ahead finally settled with my laptop I opened visual
studio and began typing. When the phone rang typical, I
launched into my standard greeting, but before I could
finish the voice on the other end.
Sydney it was a rough in hoarse voice.
That met me. It was as though the sound of
stones cracking had found a voice of its own but whatever
was said was unintelligible to me.
I said something along the lines of connection issues.
But again before I could finish, I was cut off but not by that
voice instead the most enchanting velvety, female voice
came back to me and perfect Danish but not Modern Danish.
It was old speaking in an Antiquated Danish dialect run,
Ascent of 1920s, radio broadcasts asking if I could
come and help with the heat as it was unbearably freezing cold
in the room. Mesmerised, I answer that.
I'd be right on my way. I felt drawn to the voice and
honestly I wanted to see whatever Beauty inhabited that
voice. Surely.
She had to be like an angel, Angelic is perhaps the most
fitting word to describe that voice.
It made me forget all about the devilish counterpart, which had
initially met me. Now, I would have I rushed to
the room, I actually did, but was caught on the stairs, the
doorbell rang and I had to open it.
I let the guy in and went back to my desk.
I usually wait until whoever I let in disappears into the
elevator he took forever. This drunken idiot couldn't have
walked slower even if he tried it was only during this
agonizing. Wait that I realized the room
number. The beautiful voice had given me
413 didn't exist. There were only 12 rooms on the
fourth floor. I can't explain why but a wave
of embarrassment and disappointment washed over me as
if I had let down someone truly important.
I was determined to find her and make it right since room. 313
was vacant, I deduce that she must be in room 213.
Sure enough the named Cecilia appeared on my screen. 48
amazing off. I went off to help Cecilia Angel
Cecilia all jolyon with an extra blanket.
Ingot and an electrical heater in my hand.
I turned the corner and saw 213. I knocked on the door, as the
door turned something, hit me like a wall.
I don't have the words to describe it.
The stench. It was like nothing I've ever
felt like before it had a certain strength to it.
Like when you enter a sauna instead of heat, it was a wall
of smell uncooked meat. My stomach instantly turned and
Cecilia are whatever that woman was Far from Angelic.
She wasn't necessarily ugly but just ordinary or resembling a
picture, come to life or something else.
Like an AI had created her and she just kind of spawned into
the world very uncanny valley. She didn't say anything, just
motioned, me to come inside every fiber of my being
resisted, but I had to I walk through that thick wall and she
closed the door behind me, I suddenly became very alert, my
mind instantly. He turned on fight or flight
mode. The room was fine for me at
least he'd wise, maybe even a bit too hot and I said, so very
fast. I didn't look at her.
I just went back towards the door.
Again, I put the blanket and electrical heater on the floor
and muttered. Some excuse, and fled, I
practically sprinted down to the reception through the lobby and
straight outside into the fresh air.
I don't know for how long I stood there, but I didn't return
inside until another guest arrived.
I sat down by the computer again and decided to research.
I put in 213 and found Cecilia. I looked at the booking and saw
a note from my colleague test checked out at 7:47 in the
evening, work thing, my entire body froze, whoever occupied
that room was not the Cecilia who had made the reservation
under normal circumstances. I would have headed straight to
the room or called security, but this time, I hesitated, I I want
to be scolded by security for not handling.
The situation myself nor did I want to face whatever was in
that room alone, admittedly it was selfish.
But at that moment all I could think was this is a job for
housekeeping, not me for the next hour.
I remained rooted to my seat at the desk, unable to muster, the
courage to do anything else. I was genuinely terrified and I
know you might think it seems stupid or responsible but there
was something in that room something with Cecilia that Just
wasn't right on the flip side. I was now wide awake and alert
to understand this next WTF moment, I need to give you a
clear understanding of the hotel's Lobby layout upon
entering the hotel. You're greeted by the reception
area to the left. You'll find the bar accompanied
by a Cozy Lounge that seamlessly extends into the restaurant, and
dining hall on the right side. Another Lounge area stretches
towards the lavatories and eventually leads to the rest of
the hotel. To access the rest of the hotel.
You can either walk up the stairs or continue past the
restrooms toward the ballrooms conference rooms and fitness
center. The only indoor entrance to the
basement is situated. Discreetly beneath the stairs.
Anyone entering the lobby from the restaurant, descending, the
stairs or coming through the main entrance will be seen from
the reception. There is no way around it.
So now you can understand my utter astonishment.
When the basement cameras motion alert was triggered.
I was A wide awake sitting in the reception, no one had walked
by her past me. I turned on the surveillance
software to get a complete view of the basement.
Through the camera Network nothing there a glitch probably
it was almost time for me to tour the grounds.
So why not just start in the basement?
Usually I take that last but I wasn't exactly excited to go up
those stairs again. So down, I went the basement is
designed with these tunnel like Pathways, we have some offices
down. There and the tunnels were once
intended to facilitate housekeeping.
Luckily, you can walk the basement in one large Circle,
but it gets intersected by all these paths.
That crisscross thankfully, the basement routine only takes me
through the circle. As I walk the circle, I was
hauntingly aware of my surroundings like the uneasiness
you feel when walking alone in an unfamiliar city at night,
sensing unseen eyes on you and feeling out of place naturally.
I was aware that the heightened sense was blee due in part to
the whole Cecilia incident and The Unexplained camera alert,
but still, there was something else as well, it was, as if
there was a distant humming, most likely because of the
Machinery in the basement, but it all felt.
So out of place gradually, I noticed that I was becoming
lightheaded, it made sense to me as I hadn't had anything to
drink. Since before, the Cecilia
encounter deciding that a refreshing glass of water would
be a welcome change from the numerous cups of coffee.
I typically consumed. His shift I aim to deter into
one of the basement restrooms as I turned the corner to take the
next Crossway, I was confronted by the source of the earlier
movement there in the dim light a set of animalistic eyes,
floated, they were locked on me, completely still, I could slowly
make out a shape behind the eyes.
It was akin to a cat's posture when hunting waiting to pounce,
but the outline was rough with no fur as I stood there, staring
it seemed almost like it was smiling back at me.
Me, I can't explain it. It was a sort of DreamWorks like
grin unnatural and always, but trying not to be like an
imitation. It stood there with its cat eyes
and Cat posture. Just four times as big with its
rough shape and C shaped mouth. Observing me like I was a pet, I
broke my staring off and once again I just nope the F out of
there. I have never considered myself a
coward or particularly afraid of anything but honestly, I think
everyone. Would have done the same luckily
it didn't move behind me. Nothing.
Followed me. Not even a single sound in
truth. It was as if I had been
enveloped in a thick blanket of deafening silence.
Like there were no more sounds left until I shut the door
behind me hard. I think under normal
circumstances, I'd allow myself time to adjust to secure the
door behind me to come together again.
I think anyone would, but it was not allowed as if If On Cue the
third WTF moment of the night came, I glanced out of the lobby
windows and saw the first rays of sunlight beginning to peek in
between the beams linking. The glass, it felt disorienting
like a severe case of jet lag my mind struggled to comprehend
what was happening. And is if my body wasn't a tuned
correctly, the sun emerging meant, I had been in that
basement for hours, either circling or staring.
I actually don't know what happened from that moment until
housekeeping came into work. I think I must have been walking
in circles in the lobby. I didn't think straight for that
hour in between completely lost in thought.
But terrifying events of the night had left me feeling.
As though the very fabric of My reality, had unraveled and my
distress must have been palpable the housekeeper sensing, my
unease didn't argue what I asked her to accompany me to room 213
to check up on a guest. My disheveled state must have
been enough to convince her. That something was off the last
WTF moment. Came when we opened the door to
room 213. There was nothing.
Absolutely nothing. The room was spotless.
No sign of Cecilia. No, menacing creature.
No repulsive. Odor of raw meat, even the
blanket and heater had vanished grasping at straws.
I made up some dumb, excuse of not getting enough sleep.
The night before in dozing off on the job only for my
subconscious to conjure this horrifying guest scenario the
housekeeper gave me a look. That was equal parts, disbelief
and pity. She ultimately decided to let
the matter rest and headed downstairs, feeling completely
drained after a thorough scolding from my coworker for
failing to do my job properly. I headed home sleep seemed like
the only Refuge from the nightmarish events I had
experienced. I tried to sleep and I believe I
did. But throughout my attempt at
sleep, I was tormented by visions of Cecilia, her looming
unnatural presence in a series of Dreams, was this merely a
recurring nightmare at my light. To my coworker actually been the
truth. There is some solace in that
thought, I feel like my own line between reality and my
subconscious has become blurred. I am now back at work in writing
this. I'm hoping some sense of control
will return by doing. So for now I am just sitting in
the reception happily surrounded by people in the bar Lobby and
restaurant. But I'm dreading the entire
scenery once the clock, strikes midnight and the bar closes,
please help me. and, I was a seasoned pilot with over
a decade of experience under my belt, as I prepared for takeoff
in Los Angeles, I felt confident and at ease knowing that this
was just another routine flight. The weather was clear in the
flight plan was uneventful but about halfway through the
flight. As we crossed over the Rocky
Mountains, the plane suddenly hit turbulence at first, it was
just a few bumps but then the shaking became more violent and
the plane started to lose altitude.
Attitude. I tried to maintain control of
the plane, but it seemed like everything was happening so
fast. I could hear passengers
screaming and fear and the sound of things crashing around me
before. I knew it, the plane had hit the
ground and everything went black.
When I regained Consciousness, I was surrounded by wreckage and
debris. I felt the pain in my head and
arm and I knew I was injured. I tried to move, but my body
felt heavy and week as the reality of my situation.
In, I felt a wave of fear and Desperation wash over me.
I looked around and realized that there were no other
survivors, the plane had crashed in a remote mountainous area and
I was completely alone. All I had was a pocket knife, a
small amount of water, and the clothes on my back, I knew that
I had to act fast. If I wanted to survive, I
quickly assess my injuries and tended to the ones that were
most pressing. Then I search the wreckage for
any useful supplies and found a first aid.
Take it, a flare gun and a map of the surrounding area I
realized that I had to rely on my own survival skills.
If I was going to make it out of this alive, as I stumbled
through the dense forest, my head was spinning with confusion
and pain. I was disoriented from the crash
and my injuries were worsening by the minute.
I clutched at my abdomen feeling a sharp pain, that seem to
radiate throughout my entire body.
I tried to focus on my surroundings but my mind was
foggy from the trauma. That's when I first noticed the
crow, it was perched on a nearby tree branch staring at me with
its Beady black eyes. As I looked around, I noticed
the sun glinting off the pocket knife on my belt, and I realized
that the crow was eyeing, something shiny?
I remembered something I had read about crows that they were
attracted to shiny objects at first, I thought it was just a
coincidence, but as I continued, I realized that the crow was
following me, the birds seem to be tracking my every move And
whenever I tried to head in a certain direction, it would
swoop down and fly in front of me calling loudly.
It was as if the bird was trying to lead me astray to prevent me
from finding my way back to civilization, despite the crows
persistence. I continued using the map and my
survival skills to guide me, but the bird continued to follow me
and I couldn't help. But wonder why as the days went
on I started to realize just how dire my situation was I was
running low on food and Water and my injuries were becoming
increasingly severe the birds seem to be tracking my every
move and whenever I tried to head in a certain direction it
would swoop down and fly in front of me, calling loudly.
I tried to shake off the feeling of paranoia that was creeping up
on me, but I couldn't ignore the fact that the crow seem to be
actively working against me. It was leading me away from
sources of food, and water, and seem to be trying to keep me
lost in the wilderness as I stumbled through the forest.
Trying to My way back to civilization, the crow continued
to follow me. It seemed to know exactly where
I was going and was doing everything in its power to
prevent me from getting there. I couldn't shake off the feeling
that the bird was somehow connected to my predicament.
And I knew that I had to find a way to outsmart it.
If I was going to survive the more I thought about it, the
more convinced I became that the crow was following me for a
reason. It wasn't just a coincidence
that it had been tracking me for days.
Leading me away from sources of food and water.
After I started to develop theories about why the bird was
so fixated on me, one theory was that the crow was simply
Scavenging for food and have learned that I was a potential
source of sustenance. Maybe it had seen me struggling
to find food and water and had decided to stick around in case
I passed. So it could Feast on my remains.
Another theory was that the crow was somehow connected to the
plane crash. Perhaps it had witnessed the
crash and was now following me as a way of guiding me to safety
or maybe it was somehow how involved in causing the crash
and was now trying to prevent me from getting back to
civilization and revealing the truth, as far-fetched as these
theories sounded I couldn't shake off the feeling that there
was something more going on with the crow.
It was too persistent and too intelligent to be just a random
bird. Following me around.
I knew I had to be careful and find a way to outsmart it.
I remembered reading somewhere that crows are one of the most
intelligent birds in the world. They are known to recognize
individual. Faces and remember them for
years. In fact, some research suggests
that crows may even have a form of Consciousness and
self-awareness. I recalled how crows are capable
of problem solving. And even using tools, for
example, they have been seen dropping nuts onto hard,
surfaces to crack them open and using sticks to extract insects
from crevices. They are also known to be able
to solve complex, puzzles and tasks in order to obtain food
rewards with all of this In mind I couldn't help but wonder if
the crow following me was somehow aware of my situation
and actively trying to prevent me from finding help.
It seemed to intelligent and purposeful to be just a
coincidence. As night fell, I heard the
distant howling of wolves in the distance.
I knew I had to find shelter fast but as I stumbled through
the darkness I realized that the crow was still following me and
then it hit me. The bird wasn't just following
me. It was leading the Wolves to me
panic. And as I realized the gravity of
the situation, I had to find shelter and fast before the
Wolves caught up to me, but the crow seemed determined to make
sure that didn't happen. Every time I stumbled across
what seemed like a good hiding place.
The bird would fly ahead and call loudly.
Alerting the Wolves to my location.
I was running out of options and the realization that I might not
make it out of this situation. Alive began to set in but I
couldn't give up, I had to keep fighting keep Searching for a
way to outsmart, the bird and the Wolves.
Despite the fear that was gnawing at me, I forced myself
to think logically. I knew that crows were highly
intelligent creatures, capable of complex problem-solving and
even using tools, if I was going to survive, I needed to use my
own intelligence to outsmart the bird.
But first, I needed to find a way to escape the Wolves.
I knew that they would be able to track me by scent, so I
needed to find a way to mask my own scent and throw Off my
trail, I grab some dirt and leaves and rub them all over my
body. Hoping to mask my scent with the
smell of the forest. I waited anxiously in the
darkness listening for any sign of the Wolves, the crow caws
loudly overhead. And for a moment I was sure that
I was done for but then after what felt like an eternity, I
heard the distant sound of the Wolves howls, growing fainter
and fainter relief, washed over me as.
I realized that, my plan had worked the Wolves had lost my
scent. And the crow had been foiled,
but I knew that I couldn't let my guard down yet, the bird was
still out there and I had a feeling that it wasn't going to
give up easily. I woke up early in the morning,
feeling a little more rested, but still on edge from the
events of the previous day. As I sat up and stretched, I
glanced over at my backpack and froze.
My map was missing. I searched through my backpack
again, and again, hoping that maybe I had just misplaced it,
but it was nowhere to be found. I couldn't believe it had the
Really stolen my map part of me thought it was ridiculous.
How could a bird possibly have the intelligence to steal,
something like a map? But then, again, after
everything that had happened, I couldn't rule anything out.
I started to feel a surge of panic.
The map was my lifeline. It was my only chance of finding
my way back to civilization without it.
I was completely lost. I began to question whether I
could trust anything around. Me was the crow really just a
bird? Or was it something more
Sinister? Had it been leading the astray
from the beginning. I couldn't shake off the feeling
that I was being watched and that everything around me was
somehow connected to my predicament.
I knew I had to keep my wits about me and stay focused if I
was going to survive, but with every passing moment my paranoia
grew and I couldn't help but wonder what else the crow was
capable of later in the day? I found myself looking for food.
Once again, I had managed to find some berries and a few nuts
but it Enough to sustain me for long, as I sat down to eat the
crows, suddenly swooped down and gobbled up the last of my food
before flying off to a nearby Branch.
I stared at the bird in disbelief wondering how it could
be so Brazen as to steal my food right in front of me.
But what really caught my attention was the way it locked
eye contact with me before taking off.
It was as if the crow was trying to communicate with me or at
least trying to make a point, I couldn't shake off the feeling
that there was some sort of Elegance behind its actions and
yet as the day wore on and the sun began to set, I still hadn't
seen any sign of the wolves that the crow had led me to the
previous night. I began to wonder if the bird
was simply playing with its food, enjoying the power, it had
over me but the nagging suspicions remained in the back
of my mind. Was there something more going
on? Here was the crow.
Truly just a bird or was it something else entirely?
I knew I had to stay alert and be prepared for anything as the
night fell. I realized I had nothing left to
eat. The crow had taken all of my
food and I was left to face the Wilderness with nothing but my
wits, the silence around me was unnerving and I couldn't shake
off the feeling that something was watching me the absence of
the crow, only heightened my paranoia and I couldn't help but
wonder what it was planning next.
I tried to get some rest but my empty stomach kept me up.
The night was quiet too quiet. I couldn't hear any animals or
insects and the absence of noise only added to my unease.
I knew that the Wilderness was full of dangers and being alone
and hungry made me vulnerable to attack the longer.
I lay there in the darkness, the more my mind began to play
tricks on me. I started to see shadows and
hear strange noises. And I couldn't tell whether they
were real or just my imagination.
I had to fight to stay awake and alert knowing that any laps and
my concentration could mean the end of me.
Eventually I succumb to my lethargy and close my eyes.
I woke To find the crow perched on my chest.
Squawking loudly in my face startled, I instinctively
grabbed it by its wings causing it to struggle and squirm.
I heard the unmistakable howl of wolves in the distance as I was
about to deliver the Fatal blow to the crow, my rage boiled
over. I felt a primal urge to
eliminate the source of my suffering and take control of my
situation. The crow had been playing with
me, leading me astray and stealing my food and now it
seemed as though it had led the wolves Is to me yet again, I
couldn't let it continue, but my Fury was short-lived as the
sound of the Wolves shattered. My focus, I turned to face the
source of the sound and saw three enormous beasts emerge
from the darkness. Their size was intimidating and
they're glowing eyes seemed to reflect an inner ferocity that
chilled me to the Bone. The wolf's fur was matted and
their teeth were bared. Ready to tear into their prey as
they closed in, I could see the muscles Rippling beneath their
fur, their movements almost fluid in their gate.
I knew that I had no chance of fighting them off and that my
only option was to run with the Wolves fast on my heels, I ran
as fast as I could through the forest there, growls and howls,
filled my ears, and I could feel their breath on my skin.
The fear inside was overwhelming and I could feel my legs giving
out from the exhaustion, whatever, healing occurred to my
abdomen had been torn open and I was bleeding fast, finally.
I came to a Cliff's Edge and had no choice but to jump the Wolves
snarling. Charles echoed through the air
as I plummeted down and I landed with a sickening thud.
My body was battered and bruised and every movement sent waves of
pain through me. Despite my injuries.
I knew I had to keep moving the Wolves were still out there and
I had to find a way to stay alive.
I stumbled through the forest, my vision, blurred with tears of
pain, and fear until I collapsed under a tree.
As I lay under the tree, my mind, raced with thoughts of
survival, I knew that I had to stay mobile.
But with my injuries and the constant threat of the crow, it
seemed like an impossible task, that's when I spotted it in the
distance. A thin column of smoke Rising
into the air. Indicating the presence of a
cabin, my heart left with hope, but then I heard it allowed,
Squaw, corrupted through the forest, as I locked eyes yet
again with my adversary, the Wolves howled in the distance,
responding, the crows call. I couldn't trust the bird to
leave me alone. Not after everything that had
happened. I knew that I had to either
eliminate the bird or outsmarted if I had any chance of reaching
that cabin alive. But how does one outsmart a
bird? I pondered this question for
what felt like hours until an idea.
Finally came to me, I remembered the crows fondness for shiny
objects and quickly rummage through my backpack.
Pulling out my pocket knife, as I continue to catch my breath, I
realized that the crow had disappeared.
I looked around cautiously but there was no sign of it.
I wondered if it had given up the chase.
Sore, if it was planning, its next attack.
That's when I heard a rustling in the bushes, my hand raised
the pocket knife and I slowly approach the source of the
noise, as I peered through the leaves, I saw the crow perched
on a nearby Branch watching me intently.
I took out my pocket knife and held it up to the crow.
Catching its attention with the glint of the blade.
It swooped down towards me. But this time, I was ready.
I lunged forward and caught it in.
Mid-flight holding it tightly in my hands.
As I looked into the crows eyes, I realized that we were both
intelligent creatures trying to survive in this harsh world, I
couldn't help but feel a sense of respect for this bird even
though it had caused me so much trouble as I held the crow in my
hands, feeling its warmth and the fluttering of its wings.
I couldn't help but be amazed by its intelligence and cunning
this bird had almost taken my life.
And yet, I found my self respecting it for its tenacity
and perseverance. I look deep into its eyes.
And for a moment, it was, as if we had formed a connection, it
was like the crow could sense, my thoughts and emotions, and I
could sense its own. I could feel its fear and its
desire to live and I could also sense its understanding of the
world around it. As I held the bird, I thought
about all the times it had outsmarted me.
How it had been one. Step ahead at every turn, it was
a worthy adversary, and I couldn't help, but praise it for
its cunning. But even though, I had formed
this strange bond with the crow, I knew that I had to kill it.
It was a matter of survival and in this harsh world
sentimentality could get you offed.
So, with a heavy heart, I raised my pocket knife and ended the
crows life. As I buried it under a pile of
leaves, I said a silent prayer for its spirit.
I knew that I had to do what I had to do to survive, but I
couldn't help. But feel a Pang of sadness at
the loss of another living creature though.
With the Krogan, I felt a newfound sense of freedom.
I made my way towards the cabin, my body aching.
And my mind, we're rebut with a renewed sense of purpose.
I knew that I had survived this far and that meant that I had
the strength to face whatever lay ahead.
My name is Henry Thompson, and I was a former detective for my
Police Department. I've been a detective for about
seven years and throughout my time, working at the agency.
I have many disturbing stories about the cases, me and my
partner solved. I've spent countless sleepless
nights on these bizarre cases. I've cracked a lot of disturbing
cases that the faint of heart could never solve, but I had my
limits or so I thought my very first case almost made me.
Quit the agency ever. Since I was young, I always
knew. I wanted to be a detective.
Seeing all the TV shows of detective.
Solving cases, always inspired me in some way.
My father was a former detective for our City's Police
Department. He was a well, respected
detective, and he was even awarded key to the city by our
mayor, but when there's good, there's always bad with my
father being a detective, he was hardly ever home.
So I barely saw him and even if he was home, he would be knocked
out on the couch with his detective papers.
A turd across the living room table.
I could go on about the absence of my father but the problems
only got worse once I got into the academy since I joined the
Academy, I was always a mere shadow of my father, no matter
what I did, I could never become my own person, no matter how
hard I tried. I was always a shadow of my
father, a part of me, actually resented him for it, even though
it wasn't his fault. I work so much during my time at
the Academy I was never handed anything during my time at the
Academy, Academy if anything they always pushed me harder
cause of, my father and his legacy, I used the frustration.
I had built up inside of me as motivation, the lack of his
presence. And seeing my mother basically
raised me on her own, drove me to work harder.
I spent a couple of months training at the Academy and was
top of my class. I passed with flying colors and
I eventually graduated from the academy as one of few Cadets
with high marks, the ceremony had a lot more people than I
expected it would I stood? Up on the steps of the stage
waiting, for my name to be called up.
I studied the crowd and my face slowly turned into a small
frown. I couldn't see my parents, they
wouldn't miss my big day. What they?
My thoughts were interrupted by a Stern voice.
Snapping me back to reality Cadet Henry, Thompson of Class
10. A thunderous Applause came from
the crowd. As I walked across the stage as
I walked toward one of the captains behind the podium.
He handed me my certificate and extended his hand for a
handshake. Jake, I shook his hand and grab
my certificate and started walking off the stage.
I Heard a Voice from the crowd that put a smile on my face
before I headed off stage, that's my baby.
I turned my head and saw my mother jumping up and down
almost falling out her chain with excitement and right
beside. Her was my father after the
ceremony. My mother basically rushed over
to me and hugged me tightly while congratulating me, once my
mother was finished with hugging the life out of me.
My father grabbed me And pulled to the side, his face, had a
serious look to it as he looked me dead in, to my eyes.
Henry, listen to me. And listen carefully, I want you
to know that the job isn't what you expect.
It's not normal. Trust me.
His voice was low and he spoke with a tone.
I haven't heard him you. Since I was a child, I would be
lying if I said, I wasn't a little bit taken aback by his
words. What are you talking about, pop.
I sounded confused and a little disappointed as I thought, he
didn't believe in me the This fear got a little heavy as he
stood there, without saying a single word, the silence.
Lasted. What seemed like an eternity
before he placed his hand on my shoulder.
Listen son, I'll support your decisions, you make in life,
whatever you choose to do. But heed my warnings, this job
isn't what you think it is. It will either make or break
you. His tone was serious and his
eyes were cold and expressionless.
I felt my body run cold. As he started walking away
before I could respond to his statement.
I cut the In short, as I felt my body start to feel weird.
The drive to my apartment was long and quiet, my thoughts were
racing through my mind as I tried to process what my father
had told me earlier. After some time, I got inside my
apartment and took a shower. Before I started my search for
an agency. I spent about a few hours
searching on my laptop for agencies to work for it but I
didn't fit their requirements. I was about to shut my laptop
growing more and more tired as it was beginning to.
NG to hit midnight. I reached for the power button
for the laptop until a green pop-up.
Had flashed across my laptop screen application for arara and
big bold words. I stared at the pop-up ad for a
couple more seconds before I tried to click the X, my heart
dropped, as my icon started, moving on its own and clicked on
the pop-up ad. I tried turning my computer off,
but it didn't do any good. As the pop-up ad took me to a
website, a website with a couple of boxes loaded onto My screen
with a man holding a badge, rra the badge, read some text popped
up on my screen. A couple of seconds later, I
inspected the website looking to be employed as a detective.
Well, look, no further here at rra.
We look for detectives far and wide to help us solve cases with
no tests involved. All you have to do is sign up
and come to the address after 24 hours and we'll do the rest.
As I took a moment to process everything that has happened in
the past. Past few minutes, an application
form slowly started to appear on my screen before I could do
anything. My mouth started, moving on its
own again and started filling out the application form.
I tried again to press the power button, but nothing happened
after a while the mouse stopped and submitted the application
and address appeared on my screen.
Mere seconds. Later 609 night.
I Street, I said to myself, that was only 30 minutes away from my
apartment. I might We'll go there and check
it out. If it's a fraud.
I'll leave morning came quick. I woke up around 6:00 and turned
on the news to see what the weather was going to be today.
As I started brushing my teeth, I heard the sound of an
emergency broadcast on the TV. The news reporter sat at his
table with his papers and His Hands.
His facial expression. Shook me as his face, had a look
of pure Terror on it. As I feared, another
disappearance happened in the early morning.
This has been the seventh disappearance Sarah.
Carter has disappeared from her home.
It seems like it was no sign of forced entry.
We will be back when we get more information from the police
chief. His voice trembling as the
broadcast turned to a commercial break his face.
God, the expression on his face. Stuck with me, what is
happening? How could seven people go
missing within such a short time frames of each other.
As I got dressed the sympathy of the families affected, wouldn't
leave my mind, no matter how hard I try to not think about
it, it Took me around 30 or so minutes to get ready?
I grab my coat and headed out of my apartment.
The drive to the agency wasn't long as there was little to no
traffic today. That was a blessing in itself.
I got to the agency and parked my car in one of the parking
spaces and started walking toward the entrance of the
building arara sat on the clear glass door.
I pulled the door open and walked up toward the front desk
and saw a woman with light, red hair and black glasses on her
Freckle filled face, Ace. She looked like she was in her
mid to late 20s. Definitely looked a little older
than me. Hello there.
I filled out the application form on your website and I was
hoping I could possibly get an interview.
I said while trying to be professional, but I stumbled on
my words, a little, she looked up from her computer as she
looked at me, giving me a warm welcoming smile.
Jessica, my name is Jessica. And of course, right?
This way, follow me, she said, while getting up from behind the
desk, she was sitting In started walking toward an elevator, I
followed behind her eventually stepping into the elevator.
We went up about four floors and she led me to an office door.
I hope it goes well for you. She said, while walking back
Henry, my name is Henry and thank you, Jessica.
I said while giving her a little wave, she gave one back and she
stepped back onto the elevator. Leaving me up there by myself.
I took a deep breath before. I opened the office door, a man
with a black top hat. Hat and a black and white
polka-dot suit, sat behind the desk with a small smile on his
pale face. There was also a slight Burly,
man with long blond hair tied, into a ponytail sitting across
from the man. In the top hat, Henry, my boy
have a seat. The man in the top hat said with
excitement in his voice. Treating me, as if we knew each
other for a long time. I took a seat next to the man in
the long coat and place my hands onto the desk, giving the man in
the long coat, a quick glance before turning my attention.
Chin back to the man with the top hat.
Good morning, sir. I'm glad to be here today with
you both. I extended my hand for a shake
and waited for him to do the same.
No need for that. Henry, my boy, just call me
Sidney and you already got the job.
His voice had so much enthusiasm as he grabbed my hand and gave
it a firm Shake. I was a little bit skeptical of
how easy it was to achieve the job.
My face must have caught his attention as he looked with a
surprised expression. What's Wrong Henry, you don't
want the job. He said his voice, had some
disappointment behind it as he waited for my response.
No, I stammered. It's not that sir.
It's just that. I thought it was more to it.
That's all I said. While trying not to make myself
sound stupid. Mr. Sidney.
Let out a small chuckle before going into his desk drawer,
pulling out a black vest and a small badge, the same badge that
has the are our initials on it. But this one was different.
This one also had my name on it. Here you go.
Henry. This is all you would ever need
mr. Gordon Truman will be your
partner from now on. If you ever need anything, don't
be afraid to ask him mr. Sidney said, while going through
a file cabinet and grabbing a somewhat thick file and placing
it onto the desk in front of us, this is your very first case and
joy Henry my boy and Henry be careful.
And listen to your partner at all times his voice deepened
almost sounding a little demonic, his face quickly turned
into Into the same friendly expression.
He showed back when I first entered the office mr.
Truman got up from his seat and headed toward the door, waiting
for me to follow him out. I followed behind him as he
leads me to another office. Welcome to our office Henry,
don't make yourself too comfortable.
We're going to be heading out soon.
Mr. Truman said, while taking off his coat and sitting down at
his desk, while examining the case File, I sat down at my desk
and watched as he examined the case files for a couple of
Minutes, he finally broke the silence as he motioned for me to
sit down at his desk. I promptly got up and walked
toward his desk. Taking a quick glance at the
file myself, it was files on all the people that have went
missing for the past few weeks. There was even a small file for
the recent missing person, Sarah Carter.
I'm aware that you've heard of the people that have went
missing. He said, while taking some of
the files out of the folder and placing them in front of me.
Yes, mr. Truman, I've heard of the recent
disappearance Appearances. And it's a shame honestly.
Their families must be devastated by it.
All I said while holding my head down in sympathy.
It truly is a tragedy. Having a family member go
missing the longer. We take here is the shorter to
find these people in one piece. That is mr.
Truman said, while standing up grabbing the files and a pair of
car keys? Let's go.
The clock is ticking and time is not on our side.
He walked over toward the door and I followed behind as we got
out the building. Bright red, Dodge Charger, sat
there parked next to my somewhat beat-up, Toyota, my car would be
the better option and I have a little welcoming gift for you.
You walked up to the trunk of his car and rummage through his
trunk, he eventually walked up to me and handed me a Smith &
Wesson Model. 29, a true beauty. I accepted the gift and
inspected it, as it was in perfect condition as we got into
the car, I decided to take a look over the Case Files again.
Mr. Truman started to drive to a somewhat unfamiliar.
Your location to me. Where are we going?
I asked with a hint of worry in my voice going to the scene of
the crime. Obviously he said, while
gripping the steering wheel, a little tighter, it seems like he
was a veteran of such as he instantly got straight to the
case without procrastinating, how long have you been working
at the agency? For?
I asked trying to make small talk as we were driving a bit
far about 12 years. I've been thinking about hanging
it up though. I just want to take the wife to
the beach and spend more time with Kids, you know he said
while breaking contact with the road and gave me a look.
Yeah I know I know this job will have you away from your family
and 12 years. How many cases have you solved?
I asked, as I was surprised by his response to many to count.
I've seen countless things. People shouldn't know about.
I truly disturbing thing, he said, is his face, was
expressionless, my curiosity, got the better of me and I asked
a question, I shouldn't have asked.
What was one of The worst cases you were a part of I asked
hoping to learn a little more about what kind of cases the
agency gives to the detectives. A lady about mid 40s was
complaining. She saw eyes watching her from
her backyard cops didn't believe her.
So she called our agency me and my former partner were.
He paused in his speech. His face showed an expression of
distraught. We were too late.
We found her a red Heap on her. Kitchen floor, being mauled.
By a bunch of small grey hellish creatures.
My heart was racing Crazy. But my partner had got them
before I could even React to what was going on.
He said while keeping his eyes on the road.
My eyes widened, his story and felt a chill, run down my spine.
Hellish creatures that couldn't be possible.
Could it monsters? There's no such thing.
Are you sure that's what you had seen that day?
I managed to blur out. My voice is visibly shaken up by
what? I just heard.
Mr. Truman gave a small smile before he spoke.
His next words, you might as well.
Well, know what you gotten into this job, isn't about solving
human cases, it's about solving monster or otherworldly
creatures. His face lit up a bit as he
looked over at me, my heart felt heavy like it weighed down the
rest of my body. I felt Terror form on my face as
I put the pieces together, I had felt the same feeling you're
going through right now not knowing what I had signed up for
until I saw firsthand. He said while focusing on the
road, my mind was racing all over the place.
It couldn't be. That was this what?
My father was talking about before I could come up with any
more accusations, the car finally came to a stop outside
of a small blue house. Caution tape was everywhere, and
even a few police officers were still lingering, we're here.
If you want a chance to find the missing people alive, then you
better pull yourself together and start acting like a
detective, you get it. Mr. Truman said, while grabbing
the case File and getting out of the car, I was still in the car
with My mind racing a million miles per hour but he was right
if I wanted to help find the missing people.
I'd have to pull myself together.
I got out of the car and followed behind mr.
Truman a police officer who was guarding the front door of the
small house moved aside when mr. Truman flashed his badge at him
once we got inside the home. Mr. Truman started walking
around, observing the crime scene, I headed back to the
front door and started observing the locks.
Even though the report file says, there was no forced entry,
Tree. The culprit had to have got in
somehow. I inspected the door but found
nothing no scratch marks. No broken locks.
I made my way back to the living room Henry.
I Heard a Voice call from the other side of the house.
I rushed to where the voice came from.
Once I got to the room, I saw mr.
Truman on one knee, inspecting something on the ground, a faint
trail of red was emerged into the carpet and it was leading
toward the back door, mr. Truman, followed the trail to
the back door where the Faint Trail ended.
So she was taken out the back door.
That's a start. I guess I said, while trying to
take a step forward by mr. Truman's hand stopped me.
Wait, he said, while pulling out what looks like a flashlight
from out of his coat pocket, he turned it on and started shining
it around the back door as he shined the light on the door
frame, I felt my heart drop all the way to my stomach and my
knees got weak even mr. Truman was shocked as his eyes
widened to little the door frame and the nearby wall.
Covered with red handprints and faint, scratch marks, how could
this be possible? Why couldn't we see the scratch
marks and red hand prints without the flashlight?
I said while I felt my heart beating faster mr.
Truman regained himself as he stood up and opened the back
door before he let out a loud gasp.
As I followed him out of the back door as shiver ran down my
spine, as I braced myself against the door frame as my
knees were about to give in the backyard.
Had Crimson splattered all against the fence along.
Large chunk of the grass was dug up and dirt covered a part of
the backyard. A chunk of the fence was
destroyed in part of the fence was in the forest nearby.
The atmosphere felt heavy, I felt my mouth, get dry and numb,
I couldn't process. What was going on, mr.
Truman inspected, the backyard with the special flashlight and
managed to find more scratch marks and hand Prince, Henry,
pull yourself together and come take a look at this.
Mr. Truman said, while standing in front of a half broken part
of the Hence, I struggled to stand, but as I could stand, I
made my way toward mr. Truman, avoiding all the red
stains on the ground. Once I got over to him, he
shined the flashlight. And what I saw made my heart
drop all the way to my stomach, a massive hand Mark was on the
fence. The claw print was just as big
as the handprint, mr. Truman put the flashlight back
into his pocket and pulled out a small notepad and started
writing down something. No more leads.
This is all the evidence. We We've got so far, he said,
while putting the notepad back into his coat pocket.
I'm starting to have doubts. That the missing people are
still alive. I said, while taking another
look at the yard, I would be lying to you.
If I told you to keep Faith, this is real life Henry.
There's no fairy tale endings to some stories.
He said while turning back around and started walking back
toward the house, he was right. There was no chance in hell that
girl would have survived whatever had got to her, there
was too much Crimson spilled. And by the looks of it.
Whatever attacked Sarah was huge.
I eventually followed behind mr. Truman back into the house.
And lingered around for a little making sure we didn't miss
anything. All the police already left by
this point. If you ask me, I would rather
not have. Let them seen what me and mr.
Truman saw those poor people. If they are still alive, they
must be scared out of their minds.
It's still unknown. What exactly took them?
But it's our job to find out what happened and to put an end
to it as we reviewed the evidence.
Since mr. Truman's phone started ringing.
Once he answered, I slightly Heard a Voice on the other end.
I watched as mr. Truman's face, went from normal
to his eyes, widening, and shocked before I could ask, he
grabbed me and started rushing toward his car.
He basically jumped in the car. As I got in as well.
He jammed his keys into the ignition and pulled off with
such Force. I almost had hit my head on the
dashboard. What's going on?
I asked while trying not to sound too shaken up, but by the
way, he Is acting and made me terrified.
As he started speeding down. The almost empty road.
He quickly turned to me with a shaken.
Look on his face, a man called the agency.
He said, there's banging and Loud growling at his back door.
It has to be our culprit. He said while turning his
attention back to the road, I felt my body sink in.
As his words, hit my body, like a truck.
I felt the sweat. Run down my forehead.
I didn't want to face whatever was taking people, but I knew if
we didn't, it would keep happening.
Going. After some time, we pulled up to
a mailbox and a little farther. In the forest, you can see a
house in the distance mr. Truman quickly got out of the
car and ran toward the trunk and started rummaging around Henry,
hurry up and get down there and make sure the man inside the
house is. All right, we can't afford to
let this man pass. He said, still rummaging around
my heart felt weak but it was no time to chicken out.
I pulled the Smith and Wesson from my hip and started running
to the house. I would be lying if I said I
wasn't scared. I made it to the house and
started knocking on the door. Hello, sir.
I'm an agent from arara, my partner and I were sent to make
sure you were safe. I said while leaning against the
front door, I heard low pitch, growls and screaming from inside
the house and felt my heart. Stop beating I quickly snapped
out of it and started kicking the door.
After the fourth, kick the door fell.
And what I saw scared me to my core a grayish humanoid creature
stood about eight. Feet tall, its claws, were sharp
and big. Its face was split by its sharp
teeth running down its face. Its legs were long and twisted,
its tail was long and had marks running down.
It, it looked over toward me, but kept walking at the man who
was huddled in the corner, shaking with fear, my arms felt
weak as I try to raise my weapon up but my arms didn't budge.
I stood Frozen with fear. The creature was about a couple
of feet away from the men. The man screams brought me back.
I raised my Smith Wesson and pulled the trigger.
As I shot my weapon the creature let out a loud curdling scream
as it spun around and locked eyes with me.
Oh God its eyes. They were completely red with
hatred for me. Causing it pain before it could
do any thing. I pulled the trigger two more
times sending the creature into a screaming frenzy, I tried
firing at the creature again, but my weapon jammed.
It got back up and started running toward Me Knocking the
into the wall. It felt like I was hit by a
freight train. Rain my ribs felt like they were
hit with a metal rod, as it was harder for me to breathe the
creature managed to slash me with its claw across my back.
Ripping my code. As I tried rolling out of the
way, it's claw was sharp and I felt something warm, run down my
back. The creature slowly started
moving toward me. I started crawling away
frantically trying to find my weapon without breaking eye
contact with the creature. It knew, it had me where it
wanted. It was toying with me as it was
about to pounce a loud. Boom came from behind Creature,
making the creature run past me and through the back door,
screaming in pain. It was mr.
Truman, and he had a 12-gauge, shotgun in his hands as he ran
out of the back door and Chase of the creature?
Are you okay? Young men.
The man said while leaving from the corner.
He was hiding in Bill to our car and wait for us there sir, it's
not safe. While that thing is still alive.
I said while holding my side, I attempted to get up but fell
back down. Clenching my ribs, the man
walked over toward me and help me up to my Feet.
He handed me my weapon. I made my way through the back
door and quickly looked for mr. Truman, I heard multiple shots
and a loud. Yell, not too far away from the
house. I started running in the
direction where the noise came from the pain.
In my ribs was slowing me down, but I kept running.
I heard another yellin saw the creature on top of mr.
Truman slashing at him with its Long razor-sharp.
Claws. I took aim, and once again
pulled the trigger, the creature turned its attention from mr.
Truman on to me, as Once again, the creature is eyes.
Locked on to me. It started charging at me and I
started squeezing the trigger until I heard clicking, but the
creature was still standing. It was like, it was unfazed by
my bullets. The creature was about ten feet
away from me. I tried to reload my weapon, and
I managed to drop some of the bullets onto the ground.
I felt true fear. As the creature was only a
couple feet from me, my body shook with fear when I raised my
weapon up, it was already in the air and pounced on me.
I felt its weight on my body almost crushing me.
It tried to bite me with its sharp teeth, but I managed to
grab a stick, I hold the stick to give some space between us.
It's breath was rancid. I used all my strength, keeping
it away from me, but it's slowly started overpowering me my ribs
went completely numb as I couldn't feel them.
Is this how I go to a creature on my first case?
What would my mother do? If she had to burry me?
My heart was pounding? As I started losing my strength.
It was going to eliminate me an ear.
Deafening noise rang out from behind me as I felt the creature
go limp and fall to the side. I managed to look up and saw an
injured mr. Truman with the 12-gauge shotgun
in his left, arm his face, had a long gash in it and he took a
step closer to me and extended his hand out to are you.
All right, Henry, he asked while dropping his weapon on the
ground. I hold my side with my left arm
and accepted his help. I think I broke my ribs, but I
think I'll live Liv I said, while wiping the Crimson from my
face. I took a look at the creature as
it laid there in the grass. What do we do with it?
I asked while looking at mr. Truman waiting for his response.
We don't do anything with it. The police will get rid of it
for us. He said, while walking back to
the car, we managed to get back to the agency.
Mr. Truman said he would finish the summary part of the case and
turn it into mr. Sydney, for me, I checked myself
into the hospital for my injuries.
I later. Found out.
I broke four of my ribs. I was able to leave the
hospital, a couple of hours later.
I decided to go home and rest. Once I got home it was clear
that the missing people were no longer here with us.
They were never found. It's still disturbs me.
Even all these years later looking back at my time as an
agent, Ferrara nightmares, plagued my mind since I first
joined the agency. All I could dream about was the
monsters. I encountered, they still
frightened me to this very day, even After all these years
later. I've been living in this house
for about 10 years now. And I've always felt like I was
being watched, I've never seen anything, but I can just feel
it. It's like there's someone out
there in the woods, just waiting for me to make a mistake.
It started a few months ago, I was walking home from work late,
one night, and I saw a figure standing in the shadows of the
trees, I couldn't make out any details, but I could tell it was
a man. He just stood there watching me
as I walked by. I tried to forget about it.
I couldn't I started having nightmares about the man in the
woods and my dreams. He would chase me through the
trees, his face hidden in the shadows.
I would always wake up before he caught me, but I could still
feel his breath on my neck. I started to avoid going outside
at night. I would stay inside and watch TV
or read a book. Anything to keep my mind off of
the man in the woods, but I knew he was still out there.
Waiting for me. One night, I couldn't sleep.
I was tossing and turning in bed.
Ed trying to get settled, I finally gave up and got out of
bed. I went to the kitchen to get a
glass of water, as I was standing in the kitchen.
I heard a noise outside. I went to the window and looked
out. I couldn't see anything, but I
could hear the sound of someone moving through the trees.
I froze. I didn't know what to do.
I wanted to call the police, but I was afraid that if I made a
sound, the man would hear me. I stood there for a few minutes.
Just listening, the sound of movement.
In the tree stopped, I waited a few more minutes and then I went
back to bed. I didn't sleep.
Well, that night, I kept thinking about the man in the
woods. I was afraid that he was after
me. The next day, I went to the
police, I told them about the man in the woods, but they
didn't believe me. They said that, there was no one
in the woods and that I was just imagining things.
I know what I saw and I know what I heard.
I'm not crazy. The man in the woods is real and
he's out there waiting. In for me, I don't know what to
do. I'm afraid to go outside and I'm
afraid to stay inside. I'm afraid for my life.
I decided to set a trap for the man in the woods.
I went to the hardware store and bought a motion sensor light.
And a camera, I set up the light and Camera in the woods behind
my house. That night I waited I sat in my
living room watching TV and waiting for the motion sensor
light to go off about an hour after I went to bed the motion
sensor light Went off. I jumped up and ran to the
window. I looked out and I saw the man
in the woods, you were standing in the light.
Looking at my house, I took a picture of the man with my
phone. I then called the police and
told them what I had seen. The police came and took the
picture. They said that they would
investigate but I haven't heard anything from them.
Since I'm still afraid, I don't know if the man in the woods is
still out there but I'm not taking any chances.
I've bought a weapon and I'm not afraid to use it.
I'm just trying to live my life but I know that the man in the
woods is out there somewhere and I know that he's watching me.
It was two weeks ago, Tom and I went up Tim's Hill and the
memories still. Got me more messed up than a
Central Park Squirrel. I got into wild camping when I
was a kid, I'm in my mid-30s now, and my passion for the
outdoors has not diminished in the slightest, neither has my
friend Tom's whom I've known since childhood.
We've spent many Summers, exploring the vast Wilderness of
Wisconsin together. Tom had taken a break for a few
years, but since he was back in town, after trying and failing
to set up roots and York was itching to get out to the
mountains. It's not the most dangerous
hobby, for sure, but it comes with risks enough to make it
always feel like an adventure, you know, we'd encountered, our
fair share of bears Bobcats and even a cougar, both me and Tom
had broke bones falling. We'd even done a couple of
minimal provision roughing. It trips point being when I say
there was nothing we could have done differently.
That would mean Thomas still alive.
You can also sure as hell, believe me, when I tell you can
Amping. It turns out is one of the most
terrifying ways to spend a weekend and it can mess you up
like nothing else. Honestly, if you've ever been
considering taking it up, don't after what happened two weeks
ago, I can say with certainty, that you're safer dabbling in
recreational Addiction. On this particular occasion, we
had set our sights on conquering Tim's Hill a mountain that
towered over the surrounding landscape.
Its peak shrouded in an ethereal Mist, the weather that weekend
was supposed to be Great though, crisp and clear perfect weekend
to take some tents, deep into the Wisconsin Wilderness and
help. Tom, forget about Felicia the
trail up. The mountain was treacherous
with steep inclines and Rocky terrain that tested our
endurance and resolved but we were determined to reach the
summit and bask in the glory of our achievement as evening
approached. We set up camp on a small
Plateau, overlooking. The valley below the moon was
full casting, a soft glow over the surrounding forest and
eliminating the Terrain, the air was still in cool.
And the Silence of the Wilderness was broken only by
the crackling of the campfire, and the occasional hoot of an
owl. As we sat, by the campfire
enjoying some snacks, we reminisced about old times and
planned for future Adventures. Now that Tom was no longer tied
down. We had just finished dinner
soaking in the beauty of the night sky, the stars twinkled
like diamonds, and the moon was so bright that we could let the
fire dwindle to Embers and could still see enough to take a leak.
In a bush without getting any on our boots.
This was a good night, you know, glad we got one last one
together before it got bad anyway.
As I said earlier, weather forecast for the weekend had
been good, we have been back at my place playing zombies on the
same Xbox 360 weed sunk hours into in middle school.
If it hadn't been set to be a clear one, we enjoy the outdoors
but we're not crazy. We were all set and expecting
clear views and the welcoming crisp weather that makes you
feel lucky to live in. In Wisconsin, but as the night
deepened, a thick fog began to roll in obscuring the moon and
shrouding the Campsite in an eerie missed the trees loomed,
like dark Sentinels in the Mist, their branches creaking and
rustling in the wind, the fire flickered and danced.
Casting strange Shadows on the ground with each moment there
past the fog grew denser, thicker until it became almost
oppressive clinging to our skin and clothes like a damp cold
blanket. It was as if the Mist had a
presence beyond the physical. Malevolent force that seeped
into our bones and made us shiver for more than the wet
chill of it. The smell was the worst part.
It was a horrid rotten stench that hung heavy in the air.
Making us gag with every breath. It was as if something had
passed and was decomposing just out of sight.
Emitting its putrid, odor into the night.
The Mist itself was a sickly gray color like the color of
Decay, it's world and edited creating strange, ghostly
shapes, and shadows that seem to move independently of the Mist
itself. Oof, it was as if the fog was
alive, a sentient entity that was watching us with malevolent
intent, the hairs on the back of my neck, stood on end as I
realized that there was something deeply unsettling
about this Mist. I couldn't shake the feeling
that we were not alone in the wilderness that night and that
whatever was out there, was not friendly, I voiced my concerns
to Tom, when we heard it a rustling, in the bushes nearby
caught our attention, we both froze unsure of what to expect A
wild animal or just a harmless Critter we cautiously peered
into the darkness but couldn't see anything.
We Shrugged it off. Assuming it was just the wind or
a small animal scurrying about probably wasn't scurrying
though, thinking about it. It was probably running for its
life funny. How hindsight changes your
perspective, the smell didn't leave and neither did the
paranoia definitely enough to make us call it there and pick
up the good times again tomorrow though, Vibe was totally Gone as
we prepared to turn in for the night, I couldn't shake the
feeling of unease that had settled over me.
The Mist had somehow grown even thicker and visibility had all
but gone time passing made the unshakable edginess worse.
Not better to. We crawled into our tents,
zipping them up tight to keep out the damn chill of the fog,
lying there in the darkness. I listen to the sounds of the
night, the wind howled through the trees and the branches
creaked and groaned. As if in protest, we'd Camp
these mountains, Of times, I didn't get spooked by Nature.
My own fear was making me fearful for no reason other than
it being so alien. It was that damn missed.
I couldn't get it out of my head or nostrils.
It's like it in the smell that hung on it.
Like something ran sit in the Sun for a week, seem to seep
into the tent muffling, all sound and suffocating me in its
clammy. Embrace.
Despite my unease, I eventually drifted off to sleep my dreams
filled with strange and unsettling images that thank
God. We're gone from my memory.
At the moment, my eyes opened, the troubled rest was
short-lived to as a sudden noise.
Jolted me awake, I sat up heart pounding, and peer through the
foggy, tent flap, into the darkness.
And that's when I saw it, it took me a few seconds to realize
my eye is had even honed in on a form.
But once it dawned on me, they had, I couldn't ignore it.
There was something out there miles away a shape carved
against the jagged mountain peaks, that shouldn't be stood
amongst them. Something was moving in the
Mist. Dark shape that seem to be
coming toward Tim's Hill something as vast as it was
distant. A nondescript, Shadow barely
distinguishable within and against the thick fog and
broiling midnight clouds. I couldn't make out what it was
and I even thought at the time that it was probably just a
trick of the absent light. But the fear that gripped me was
all too real and then just as suddenly, as it had appeared,
the shape vanished into the Mist, a left.
Something in its wake, though. Soft rumbling bass tone in the
year, a steady thumping. Being almost like the slow
heartbeat of some deep sea. Leviathan, I frantically shook,
Tom awake Whispering, urgently to him to be quiet, and listen,
we sat there in the darkness holding our breath and straining
to hear any sound but there was nothing only the rustling of the
wind and the creaking of the trees we sat for, what felt like
an eternity waiting for another sound, but there was none
eventually. We felt sheepish and started
laughing nervously trying to convince ourselves that it was
just our imagination. Is Playing Tricks on us.
We settled back down into our sleeping bags.
Ready to drift off again. But just as we were about to
succumb to sleep, there was a loud boom, that shook the Earth
beneath us and then another, as if some prehistoric monstrosity
had clawed, its way out of the annals of ultra Antiquity to
stock the landscape. Once more, we left out of our
tents, the fear that had gripped us earlier returning with a
Vengeance amidst had grown, so thick.
It felt like it was basically a liquid while we slept.
And we Aged from the 10th to find, we could barely see a few
inches. In front of us we stumbled
around trying to swivel our ears to the source of the noise and
impending danger but there was nothing only the crushing dread
in stench of the fog. I was about to yell to Tom that
we needed to run when, as soon as it had started, the booming
stopped for a few eye of the storm moments.
There was silence and Stillness, but then Tom, let out a half.
Panicked, half-excited yellow. He said he saw something in the
far distance. A light that flickered Danced in
the darkness. I asked him.
What the heck? He was talking about.
And he started babbling about and I kid you not a UFO sky
lanterns. He said a pair of them bobbing
around nothing like a plane or a chopper would.
But it was too far away to be sure without warning.
He ran off into the fog leaving me alone in the darkness.
I stood there paralyzed with by the unhealthy injection of
unfamiliarity into our trip unsure of what to do the
silhouette that we had seen earlier loomed.
Large in my mind and Tom's talk of UFOs, after a succession of
artillery, like booms didn't help assuage the fixation at
all. Did, I want to run to grab my
flashlight and head down Tim's Hill as fast as my legs could
carry me? You're damn right?
I did that's all I wanted to do, but unfortunately, I'm not a
jerk. I couldn't leave Tom alone in
the fog, so I set off after him, stumbling blindly through the
Mist, my heart was pounding in my chest and my breath came in
short. Ragged gasps I called out to
him, but there was no response and then I heard the sound of
running water. A rushing stream that cut
through the darkness, I followed the sound my feet slipping on
the wet Stones beneath me. And then through the Mist, I saw
it a vast silhouette looming in the darkness.
Cut into Focus only briefly by a lightning flash of the sky
lanterns. Tom had followed the shape of
it, indistinct menacing and most harrowing of all impossible to
deny the existence of It towered over me seeming to stretch up
into the very heavens. The peak of it obscured by the
twin flares, just emerged from above the cloud.
Canopy to illuminate it before I could with the beam of my
flashlight around to console myself with lies about my mind
playing tricks on me though, it vanished into the Mist leaving
me once again alone. I stood there trembling with
fear unsure of what to do and that I heard Tom's voice calling
out. To me from somewhere in the
distance. I stumbled through the Mist
ordem my heart. In my chest.
When I finally found him, he was standing on the edge of a cliff
peering out into the darkness. He said he had caught a glimpse
of something in the distance, a light that flickered and danced
in the fog or that's how he described it at least.
But when he ran toward it at vanished into the Mist, I didn't
have to think long to put two and two together.
I didn't know what was going on but this thing Tom was so
desperate to find. I was equally invested in
getting away from. I tried in vain to in sin that
no good. Could come of those skylights to
explain what I'd witness before. I'd found him to get rid of any
wild panicked ideas about UFOs, but it was no use.
We stood there arguing for what felt like hours, all the while
waiting for something anything to happen.
There were no more quaking booms.
No more sky lanterns descending from the clouds.
The Mist swirled around us. And the Darkness seemed to press
in on us from all sides. The weirdness of Tim's, he'll
have lulled and I just about managed to Convince Tom to head
back to the tent. I'd even managed to half
convinced myself. I'd imagine the skyscraper sized
figure in the fog that it had indeed been the product of some
kind of hallucination. Then it stood up a towered over
us the cliff Edge. Barely at waist height, the
Treetops of the Evergreens below just about scraping its knees
before. It had been far enough away that
I only caught a fleeting glimpse of its outline.
Disclose, the beams of our flashlights could unmask its
form in all its Abyssal Glory. I knew instantly, we were in the
presence of true horror no mortal.
Had the psychological resilience to truly comprehend and creature
that defied. All logic and reason a huge
thing wearing the form of a blackened human skeleton almost
as if it existed to blasphemously mock the concept
of life. It's skeletal frame easily stood
hundreds of feet tall towering over everything in its path.
It's tree trunk, thick bones were gnarled and twisted.
As if they had grown warp from years of neglect, each was
covered in a thick. Layer of dark oily Grime.
As if it had been coated in the filth of the most to gradation,
written metropolis and human history.
But it was the monsters eyes that robbed me of all hope, in
an instant, despite its size. And the nightmarish nature of
it's impossible, frame, its eyes.
The sky lantern UFOs. Tom had been chasing glowed with
an otherworldly, light casting in here, he's sickly Hayes on
everything around us. As it bent its skull down toward
the cliff Edge. The brightness that emanated
from them was not the warm comforting light of the The Sun,
but a cold sterile Shimmer, that seemed to drain some of the
vibrancy and, for lack of a better term.
The reality, from all it touched, the creature was
draped, in what appeared to be a cloak at first.
But as it lowered itself to us and got closer, I realized that
it wasn't clothing. This Abomination, wore a
perpetually cascading waterfall of murky pungent, water, a
Perpetual torrent of what I can only describe as sewer drainage
filled with debris garbage and human waste of all kinds.
The river of Filth evaporated to steam at the skeletal Giants,
block, bone feet, billowing out into the world as a cloud of
gaseous Haze of rot and misery. The putrid stench that emanated
from. It was overwhelming, filling our
nostrils and making us gag. It was as if the fog had been
Amplified a thousand fold, and I'm genuinely amazed neither
Tom, or I choked. It was, as if this being was a
walking, breathing, landfill a monument to the waste and excess
of humanity as the monster crouched.
The UND of its Mammoth bony thighs.
Alone was enough to leave destruction in its wake, the
ground beneath its feet turned black and withered.
As if all the life had been taken out of it trees and
plants, wilted and died their leaves turning brown and
crumbling to dust it was as if the monsters.
Very presence was toxic to the environment.
A harbinger of Decay a necrotic rotting giant, let out a
deafening Roar that shook the very ground beneath us and we
could smell its putrid breath from where we stood and then the
monster Or did something that still makes me shudder to this
day, it began to vomit. Oh God, the vomit.
The black slimy substance that the monster spewed forth was
unlike anything I had ever seen before.
It was thick and viscous like tar, and it seemed to melt
everything in its path. The smell of it was
overpowering. Like a mixture of Rotting Flesh,
medical waste and burning garbage, the ground beneath it
sizzled and steamed and the trees and plants were at landed
withered and died to my horror. Discussed any organic matter of
the forest caught in the Titans Unholy bile devolved into a
puddle of stagnant steaming waste and so did.
Tom had I been standing about 5 foot to the right.
None of you would be reading like this.
I wasn't standing five foot to the right though.
So when the Colossal Paragon of Filth lowered its Titanic skull
and opened its coalesce jaw. I walked away unscathed save for
a minor yet. Still painful bit of acidic
backsplash Tom didn't he was directly underneath The upended
geyser of noxious flum that exploded from between the beings
charred crack teeth. I'm glad it all happened too
fast for me to process it all. If I'd have been aware, I might
have tried to do something stupid, like tackle Tom to get
him out of the way. The fact all I could do was
watch with my lip. Trembling is one of the few
reasons I'm still alive. As I watched my friend being
consumed by the monsters vomit, I felt a mixture of horror and
revulsion that I could never have fathomed was possible, Mike
Cowardice and lack of action. In the face of the sheer evil,
we'd encountered gave it a cruel introspective aspect to it's an
emotion. I'm sure was caused by the
Towering postulant skeletons presence as much by its actions
to it was a primordial, discussed one stored in the
deepest bowels of our DNA to be pulled to the for only when the
things that terrorized our most ancient ancestors returned.
I couldn't bring myself to approach Tom during the few
seconds, I lingered at the cliff Edge after the waterfall of Acid
ceased. The black slimy substance was
getting him. His skin turned an ashen gray
and it began to crumble and fold in on itself like molten tarmac.
I could hear his screams of Agony but they were soon drowned
out. It was a sickening sound like
the cracking of wood in a fire. And it made my stomach turn a
response worsened by the grizzly sites that came with the
cacophony of suffering. The worst part, was that enough
of his face remained to make his eyes widening and shock clear to
see and the knowledge Which he was aware of everything that
happened right up until the end will scar me for Life.
After what was left of Tom was gone.
I felt a wave of nausea wash over me and I knew that I was
going to be sick. I turned away from the site but
the retching continued it was a violent and uncontrollable
reaction one that was born out of the sheer horror of what I
was witnessing I could feel my muscles Contracting and spasming
and then it came the vomit that I spewed forth wasn't a noxious
tide of lethal mucus. It was A thick chunky mess, a
mixture of the dinner that we had eaten earlier and the bile
that had been building up in my stomach.
It was a disgusting sight and it only served to make the horror
of the situation even more real. Thankfully I managed to remember
why I just seen Tom literally freaking melt in front of me
just in time to throw myself sideways and avoid meeting the
same fate myself. The sound of the thing from the
fog, roaring made my heart skip at least three beats, but the
rest of my body didn't care. I ran so hard.
I didn't know where to go beyond that.
My destination was as far from that Tim's Hill as I could
possibly freaking make it thing is.
I wasn't the only one running as soon as I could hear the
thunderous footsteps behind me. I knew that I was not going to
make it out alive. The shaking of the ground damn
near catapulted me over a ledge or down a hill more than once
during the five or so minutes. I actually managed to keep
going. It's honestly a miracle.
I didn't get injured every time I stumbled.
It fell. I look over my shoulder to the
clouds above the mist and always I saw the monsters glowing eyes
staring down at me. The final time they were right
above me, so close, I could make out there.
Eldridge glimmer casting an obnoxious Sheen across the
gargantuan skull. I distinctly remember thinking
this is it. This is the end, the mortician
stench shrieking in the Mist intensified as the mucus began
to bubble and pull between Jaws lowering themselves beneath the
line of the tree. Canopy.
I close my eyes, my face, suddenly And my limbs
inexplicably far away from my senses, then everything went
black. I was passed out for three days.
Sheriff, hardw was at the foot of my hospital bed when I awoke,
and immediately had questions. Most of them around where Tom
was, I gave him my answers and to my amazement he didn't call
me a lunatic. He just side scribbled something
in his notebook and left. I was still pretty out of it.
Even by the time he'd gone it was until a few hours later that
the horror of everyone. Everything that happened hit me
like a claw hammer, right in my will to go on when I finally
regained my senses, fully my mind was a jumbled mess of
fragmented memories. Not what happened with me and
Tom on Tim's Hill. You understand that was
unfortunately, crystal clear the B?
I still can't piece together despite really needing to our
how I got from there to that damn Hospital.
Here's the thing. I agree with you.
Reading this right now, I should be gone.
So what in the day of sex machine is going on?
That's what this is all about. Out.
Why I am determined to follow this through and not just
swallow up the LIE. The first thing I recall was the
sound of gunfire ringing in my ears, followed by the deafening
Roar of the monster. Then there was a massive
explosion That Shook the ground beneath me.
I remember feeling A Rush of hot air and debris, hitting my face
before. Everything went silent.
The next thing I remember is the sound of helicopter blades,
chopping through the air and then the sensation of being
lifted off the ground, I must have been airlifted to a
hospital. Hospital.
Because the next thing I saw was a thin-faced man with a really
unnerving Aura looking down at me with a disapproving
expression. He was muttering something to
sheriff, har worst, but I couldn't make out what they were
saying. My head was pounding with pain
and I was struggling to stay conscious despite the
concussion. I knew that something terrible
had happened, the monster had been real and it had nearly
taken me but what had happened to it, had the gunfire and
explosion eliminated it or had What even shown up to stop it?
No way. Did the police have the minds of
Munitions? You need to take down, something
like that. Whatever the hell that thing
was, I must have said, something heard something that could put
the pieces together. It had something to do with the
thin-faced, man, and Sheriff our worst.
But who was he? I couldn't remember.
And the uncertainty only made me feel more frightened and alone,
it was a relief. When the doctors finally gave me
something to ease my pain and help me slip back into to
unconsciousness. That was two weeks ago, Tom's
disappearances being treated, I found out through an old friend
in the Marathon County Sheriff's Office as a natural accident,
with the rationale being Tom, and I were caught in a freak.
Avalanche. What I saw had been explained
away as a concussion induced, dream avalanches and concussions
don't cause acid burns, though. Do they.
So, why do I have a splatter pattern of them across my right
cheek and arm to this day? I don't know what that monster
was. Where it came from or why it
didn't let me suffer the same fate as Tom but I know, one
thing for sure something weird is going on in Marathon County
and the police or at the very least share of Hardware star
covering it up the memory of that night still haunts me and I
can only hope that no one else ever has to witness the terror
that I did on Tim's Hill me though.
I need answers even if it means coming face-to-face with that
thing. Again, I'm writing this as a
kind of failsafe, I guess, I'm going.
Going to go poking around starting with Hardware spouse.
My friends, reading this, you know who you are.
Have been told what to do if I disappear after today?
Sorry, I couldn't tell you why you needed my social passwords
Etc, but would you have believed me before as for why?
I'm making it public. It's because I didn't want to
put the burden of sharing this on someone else.
This could run deep. There could be consequences for
posting or even talking about it.
I was the one up there with Tom all those risks should be on Me
someone had to blow the whistle through something evil is
lurking. In Marathon, County, and people
need to stay the hell away from Tim's Hill.
It was a typical weekend night and I had just settled into my
cozy. Apartment.
Ready to binge, watch my favorite show on Netflix, my
roommate had gone out for the weekend leaving me alone but I
didn't mind. I enjoyed the Solitude.
The apartment was located in a peaceful neighborhood and I had
never felt unsafe before as the night dragged on, and the show
played on my laptop. I noticed a strange noise
outside at first, I attributed it to lousy insulation or maybe
the wind but It persisted curiosity, eventually got the
best of me, and I tiptoed to the window, gently pulling the
curtains aside to peek out. I wasn't expecting to see
anything, but there, it was the bright glow of a flashlight
shining into my window, hovering like a menacing.
I the heart raced in my chest and my hands started to shake
uncontrollably for a moment. My brain couldn't wrap around
what was happening. I didn't have any enemies or
people angry with me or my roommate.
Why would someone be people? Inside our apartment at 11 p.m.
quickly. My instincts kicked I quickly
moved away from the window to prevent the person from
discovering, I noticed them, taking deep breaths.
I tried to Halt, my panicky thoughts, as adrenaline coursed
through my veins, who could be doing this, was it.
Someone I knew, as I tried to recall, if I had gotten any
threat or passed through someone who I hadn't been quite friendly
with the torch outside grew. Stranger the person didn't move,
but the sound of footsteps, pacing slowly.
Lee echoed outside of my window now that someone was stalking me
freaked. Me out even more.
I pulled myself together grasping for my phone to dial
911. As I fumbled for my phone, my
mind went on overdrive with worst-case scenarios.
What would happen if the stalker finds a way into the apartment,
should I open my door and bolt to the next door?
Neighbor's house, exposing myself to more danger.
My painful thoughts were interrupted when the person
outside spotted my movements and the Was immediately turned off
fear clenched. My muscles and made it
impossible to speak. I stood Frozen for a moment.
Hoping that whoever was outside had left, but then I heard a
slow tapping sound. Like someone was testing the
locks of my Apartments front door.
My body began to shake with fear and my mind raced with different
options that would keep me relatively safe without much of
a second thought. Any longer I gathered all the
courage left in me wrapped a blanket closely around my body.
Grab my phone. Own and sneaked out the balcony,
into the chilly night from my vantage point.
I could see the shadow of a person lingering outside the
front door slowly removing something from their pocket and
flexing what looked like a metallic object in their hand.
I knew that my only route of Escape was to climb down the
fire escape. And that was what I did at
lightning speed my heart racing. I stumbled and fell, but kept
pushing barely feeling the freezing cold concrete floors,
as I made my way down, just as I finally got close.
Zur to the ground floor. I noticed the dimly lit back
street alley, filled with crates, trash cans, and odd,
scarps that can hide any danger waiting for me.
Finally, when my feet hit the unremarkable path.
I sprinted with pumps to the Patrol police station, nearby
explaining every bit of experience, out of breath to the
policeman who kindly reassured me and dispatched some officers
back to my haunted apartment after what looked like forever.
The policeman came out with news that the crazed individual had
fled They didn't quite believe that my home was targeted as
another apartment down the floor.
Had been robbed the evening before I tried to press for the
matter anyway, but it occurred to me that as scared as I was, I
would never know whether it was a mistake that my grounds were
picked, or it was an intentional Act 4 days.
I slept remaining Vigilant. Setting a bigger bowl to prevent
any unauthorized access. But the thought of an unknown
terrifying stalker out there was still holding true in my mind
every creaking floorboard, and I'd noises made me jump, always
leaving my over worried mind in an anxious state.
A few weeks ago, the most terrifying experience of my life
occurred. It honestly feels like a blur
and I'll try and recall as much detail as possible, but I may
have to update as other parts. Come back to me.
My girlfriend and I live in a mid-sized city in Pennsylvania
every few weeks during the warm months.
At least. We like to plan a little getaway
into the country to do outdoorsy stuff.
Since we moved to this area a few years ago, we've gotten very
into skiing rock climbing hiking camping.
Just sitting around a fire and nature.
We've gotten very good at scouring the internet for
obscure rustic. Places to visit a few weeks ago,
we were itching to get out of town on a Wednesday with only a
few days coming up until the weekend.
We knew our options might be limited due to the last-minute
nature of our planning. Most of the airbnb's, we usually
stay at were booked up. My girlfriend works in the city
government and near her office is a set of community bulletin
boards, that people post upcoming events things As for
sale at Sarah. So that Thursday she comes home
with a number to call for a cabin about an hour away that
was for rent this weekend for a far more reasonable price than
we usually pay. We call the number a middle-aged
sounding man named Peter answers.
And says, we're all set to stay the night out in the cabin the
next day. We're ecstatic at this time over
our abilities to find cool little vacation spots next day,
we both duck out of work a bit early and hit the road around
three and get to the place a little after 4:00 Peter owns a
very large property. That's about 25 acres of mostly
forested land. When you pull up to it, his
house is fairly close to the road and you park in his
driveway. Peter came out to meet us.
He's older than I expected a bit Gruff looking, but friendly for
a while. We stand in the driveway and
make small talk and he tells us about how he's owned the
property. Since the mid-1970s, the cabin
is a ways back on a foot trail. Behind his house, Peter said his
nearest neighbor is about two. Miles down the road.
So we shouldn't be seeing or hearing anyone else while we're
out there, but that bears and deer do wander in the woods so
don't be too shocked if we hear rustling in the night, my
girlfriend. And I have stayed in enough,
shocks or tents at this point to not be scared of nighttime
noises so we're just about ready to head off.
When the first sign of anything, unusual hits us, Peter hands us
a geiger counter, a little device that reads radioactivity
levels. At first, I don't know what I'm
looking at and think he's just handing The an extra flashlight.
I've only ever seen one of these things and movies.
Peter explains that. He built the cabin a few years
after buying the land. And for the first few years,
used it as a hunting cabin, he started renting out in the mid
80s and over the years, has rented to literally hundreds of
people, most of whom, never report any problems and give
only positive reviews, but apparently in the 80s Peter at
one point rented, the place to a couple that was very paranoid
about radiation poisoning because we're not Not too far
away from where the Three Mile Island incident occurred.
Peter said the property was, well, outside the areas that
were evacuated at the time, but this couple who took a geiger
counter everywhere, claim that they'd heard there's going off
in the night. But that it stopped by.
The time morning, came Peter said after that, he'd bought his
own, geiger counter and started giving it to the people who rent
the cabin, just for theirs and his peace of mind.
He said, once in a while, not often, but every couple of years
or so, some people would report The geiger counter making noise
at night for those who don't know when Geiger counters detect
radiation, they make this awful sort of clicking buzzing sound
that intensifies as the levels get higher.
So we're a bit weirded out by this but if anything were
comforted by Peters honesty and so we just thank him and set off
down the trail. It's not a far walk and we
arrived at the cabin about 20 minutes later, that might not
sound like a great distance, but it's far enough that you're
surrounded on all sides, but nothing but Forest, the cabin is
only one room wouldn't and has a porch on the front with a
swinging chair inside. There's just two double beds, a
wood stove, and some counters. There's no running water or
electricity. So the Outhouse is the only
bathroom for the next few hours. We have a great time.
We have a little fire, cook a bit of food, tell campfire,
stories and then decide to get ready for bed around 9 p.m. when
it's getting really dark my girlfriend.
And I are sharing one of the double beds and the geiger
counter which So I had sort of forgotten about is sitting
against the wall that leads to the porch at the front of the
cabin. It was a very quiet night and
other than the quiet sound of rustling leaves outside.
You could hear a pin drop in that cabin.
I'm never a great sleeper on these trips.
So I was sort of In and Out Of Consciousness for quite a while.
Just listening to the leaves outside when suddenly, I hear
one of those horrible clicks, that the machine makes
instantly, my eyes are wide open in the pitch black and my
muscles are tense. For a moment.
I think I might have imagined it since it was just a single click
but then there's another and another periodically getting
louder and more frequent. My girlfriend is a much better
sleeper than I am. So she hasn't heard it at this
point but by now the geiger counter has a consistent, click
going and I'm honestly terrified I don't want to cause us both to
panic. So I slowly nudge my girlfriend
awake and the geiger counter is loud enough that she instantly
asks, what the noise is. The next thing I do is fumble
Around and look for my watch on the floor next to the bed when I
find it, I see that it's a little after 11:00, its pitch
black and I can't find the flashlight.
So I just get out of the bed and stumble in the direction of the
geiger counter, which is still getting louder.
I'm down on all fours, 1 by hands, find it and I'm shaking a
little as I pick it up insistent that it's broken or misreading,
the are somehow what I saw next quite nearly made me crap a
break. It was easier to see outside
than in the cabin because of the Moonlight shining through the
leaves, And I could get a glimpse of the area around the
fire pit, as I stand up with the geiger counter, I look outside
and see a woman standing there facing the dying Embers of our
fire. Now, I'm paralyzed with fear and
confusion, I'm standing there, holding this geiger counter.
That is now screaming constant noise and getting as good.
A look, as I can at this woman standing out there, it's a
chilly night in the 40s and she looks to be wearing a dress that
comes down to about her knees. Her hair is messy, curly but on
Kempt but I can't make out much more.
I can't get a look at her face, but it's clear that she's facing
the fire pit possibly looking down into it or just over it and
often to the distance. My girlfriend is still in bed
sitting and hasn't seen the woman yet.
All of a sudden, my girlfriend asks, what's going on at full
volume? I panic and wave my hands at
her, to keep the noise down. Not wanting this stranger to
hear that. We're in the cabin, but it's too
dark for my girlfriend to see. Then I A woman turned her head
toward us. I start breathing heavily.
I dropped the geiger counter and run back toward the bed where I
whisper loud, enough for my girlfriend to hear.
There's someone outside. She now understands the reason
for my panic and tenses up in the bed, the next thing I do is
go to the door, walking low to try and hide and turn the lock
on the door. Knob, very quietly, testing the
knob to make sure it's locked. I'm almost too afraid to check,
but I peer just over the edge of the window and the door to see.
See where the woman is and let out a little yelp when I see she
still coming but moving slowly. The fire pit is about 30 feet
from the door and she's about 15 feet away.
Now I go back to the bed and find my girlfriend through touch
as it's too dark for us to see each other, but I want us to be
out of bed and ready to make a run for it.
If we have to the geiger counter obviously is still near the door
and is on what must have been its max volume, we ducked down
in the corner between the bed and the wall and wait silently.
I hear the woman's footsteps as she comes up.
The steps to the cabin, I'm waiting for her to try the door,
and just praying that she goes away.
After my eyes are locked on the window in the door, but after I
hear her walking on the steps, I don't see her emerge, a few
minutes pass, or still both on his high alert as we can be for
a minute. I'm expecting to see her
appearing in one of the other windows and my eyes Dart around.
My ears are locked in. Trying to listen for footsteps,
but I can't distinguish between potential steps and He's in the
wind time stands still for a while.
We're still sitting in the corner in a state of near Panic,
the geiger counter still screaming but then the geiger
counter starts to break a bit. The clicking slows down slowly
but surely over the next couple minutes or maybe hours, it's
hard to tell the geiger counter stops in.
Silence Falls over the cabin. Again needless to say, we did
not sleep, the rest of the night, we huddled in the corner
and waited for Dawn to break when it did.
We packed as quickly? Possible and literally ran the
trail back to Peter's house the whole time.
Both of us were looking around constantly to see if any strange
woman was coming at us. When we got to Peter's house.
I set the geiger counter on the porch and did not wait to tell
him about our night. We got in the car and drove off
as fast as possible. We've both been seen by doctors
since then had tests run and as far as we can tell, we're not
suffering from radiation symptoms, but we're both very
shaken up and every night when it's dark.
I can't help but think I can see the radioactive woman standing
outside. Once again, I have come across a
bizarre cabin debacle. For those of you who have read
my post before my girlfriend and I are very into finding rustic
and or remote cabins to rent to get out of the mid-sized City.
We live in on weekends this past weekend, we made quite a venture
all the way out. To a small town, in the White
Mountains of New Hampshire, where a relative of mine has a
very large home. She was out of town for a
weekend with our cabin Obsession.
In mind, asked us, if we'd like to make the Trek to the
mountains and The house while she's gone, we readily accepted
and started packing almost immediately.
After a long drive through snow, capped mountains.
We arrived when I say this is a small town.
I mean, there's literally only about 200 people in the town.
There's one General Store, one, gas station, and no police force
in the town. The house is on a dirt road that
leads into the mountains and it has a hiking trail that leads
into miles of intricate trails. At the end, the houses are quite
far apart on this street and each lat.
Is at least a few acres of land needless to say it's quiet.
Most of the time in the house, the building itself is so large.
It's almost cavernous. This is aided by the fact that
much of the ground floor is one high ceiling room with a
balcony. That looks over it from the
second floor. There's also a small third floor
and a partially finished basement.
It's mostly wood paneling everywhere and pictures of the
nearby mountains or family members on various skiing trips.
Adorning the walls, my girlfriend and I were in heaven
In this place, we loved it. As soon as we arrived, it was an
excellent place to stay the owner.
Let us know that in this town. Everyone leaves their doors
unlocked. As there's hardly been any
break-ins in memory. Most people in the town know,
each other. And most of the time when she
goes out of town, a neighbor or friend, will just let themselves
in to do the housekeeping. My aunt took off and left us
alone there with her dog. As skinny older, poodle water
dog makes who was very sweet name gen re by then it was
around six or so. So, we went to the one bar in
town and had a small town meal that couldn't be beat went to
bed, and didn't get up until the next morning bright and early
with the Sun. So we could watch the sun come
up over the still snow-capped mountains.
We slept through the night without incident on the first
night. But when we got up, I noticed
some little Oddities keep in mind, this is our first night
ever in this house. So we don't know the ins and
outs of this proverbial Palace but I couldn't help but notice a
couple things that were seemingly strange.
One. The refrigerator had a large
supply of local goat cheese in it.
When we derived that morning about half of the was gone taken
straight out of the foil, it was wrapped in I hadn't touched it
and my girlfriend is a vegan but I figured it was possible that
it had been like that when we got here and I had forgotten
even stranger, though, the front door which consists of a wooden
door and a screen door behind. It was just a jar.
This I was positive, I had checked before going to bed
because it had practically been in the 30s.
In the night, the front part of the house was quite cold as a
result of the door being open, so I closed it.
I figured it was possible. I had enclosed it.
Hard enough for something and slid open.
During the day, we went into the trails at the end of the road
and explored with the doc, the network of trails back.
There was actually so intricate that we got lost for about an
hour. It was around midday a we
started to encourage generally to lead us since he been on the
trails so many times and might know the way to do this we kind
of hyped him up until he Was really worked up the way you do
to get dogs excited, and then both yelled go and let him run
off. So we could follow for an old
dog. Generally could run a
surprisingly long way but not that quickly.
So we were able to keep up it turned out.
Generally was leading us somewhere but not directly to
the house. You let us down a couple trails
and made a series of turns that I couldn't keep track of.
But we were so lost at that point that we might as well have
just made turns at random eventually.
The trail started to narrow And I could see a building up ahead.
Generally began to slow down and then oddly stopped in the middle
of the trail and sat down. I stopped as well.
Not wanting to wander onto someone's property and knelt
down to grab genre's collar. He was acting strangely, he was
staring straight forward as if concentrating on something the
trees around us. Here were younger Pines thick
enough, that I couldn't get a good idea of this building up
ahead, but that I could sort of make out its outline.
It looked to be small, maybe a one floor.
Ben, but generally clearly sense.
Something was in this Pine brush with us.
I was confused, thinking it odd that the dog had led us here.
Only to stop dead and sit silently.
Then I followed genre's eyes to where he was looking in the
pines and saw a figure moving slowly.
I realized just then over the sound of the wind rustling
through the trees that I could hear soft footsteps, moving
adjacent to us. Now my eyes, followed this
figure, as well as it treaded lightly over the soft ground, it
appeared to cross the trail that Was around a bend in front of us
and kept moving through the trees until it stopped.
Just as silhouette between us and this cabin.
It looked like it could be roughly the size of a person,
but it was hard to tell at that moment, I figured it was a bad
look. If we had come face-to-face with
the owner of the parcel, and just sat there staring, so I let
out a friendly. Hello.
But I got no response. The figure just stood in
silence. Sorry for wandering onto your
land. I continued.
We're a bit lost. Our dog ran down here still no
answer the figure was so still I thought it might have left or I
imagined it just an apparition either way, I had a bad feeling,
I stood up hunched over to keep a hand on generally scholar and
led him back the other way. It turns out generally had
gotten us quite close and we only had to make one more turn
to find our way back to our house.
The rest of that day, went without incident, we made food
at a fire. In sang, our campfire songs had
another Mountain dinner that couldn't be beat and went to bed
this time. I made very sure that the door
was closed and actually did lock it to make sure it stayed shut.
This was more out of concern that the house would be cold in
the morning than anything else. At this point, I wasn't worried
about anything, but I was still a little unnerved from the
encounter on the trails earlier today.
My relative had never mentioned any strange.
People living in cabins nearby in the woods from what I had
heard everyone in town was very friendly and personable.
It wasn't like the small-town folk to not answer.
When someone wanders onto their land, that night strange things
started to happen. We went to bed early around 9:00
at night. It's very quiet at night in that
house. The only sounds are generally
the wind and sometimes an animal walking outside around midnight,
we were woken up abruptly to a loud beeping sound coming from
the basement. As you can imagine, we were both
freaked out by it. It was too loud to ignore, so we
both got up and turned. Turn lights on as we venture
down into the basement. It's an oddly designed house in
that. There's no light switch at the
top of the basement stairs, and you have to wander down part way
in complete darkness before you hit the switch at the bottom of
the staircase to turn. The basement lights on my
girlfriend. And I both Venture down holding
hands. And I could tell, we were both a
little freaked out. We turn the lights on in our
fears were momentarily quelled as we realize the beeping was
coming from the water heater. I messed around with some
buttons on the Until I hit one that finally, got it to stop the
loud. Beeping when suddenly a new
noise entered, my Awareness on the ground floor directly above
us. I could hear footsteps.
I immediately froze and world around to.
Look at my girlfriend. She did the same and we both
instinctively held a finger up to our lips, signaling to stay
quiet. I didn't move or even take a
breath. The steps were at a pace that
seemed calm, not rushed or nervous, but were distinctly
two-legged, what I couldn't figure out was why gen re It's
so quiet. He was the type of dog that
freaked out barking whenever someone came in the door or even
just, if there was a groundhog in the yard, if anyone had
maliciously entered the house. Generally would probably be
losing his mind yet. It was totally quiet.
A steps began in the living room, and we're moving in the
direction of being over us. Every so often, I could hear
them stop for a moment, then start stop and start.
I could see up the steps to the living room.
And at one point as the steps, paused saw the lights, turn off.
From the living room, my heart, almost stopped.
As I realized, whoever this was, they were stopping to turn off
all the lights we had turned on our way down here.
My next thought was they would surely come downstairs to turn
the light off down here before getting to whatever they were
going to do. My head snapped toward my
girlfriend. She appeared to have the same
idea as quietly as we could, we move toward the back of the
basement, out of view of the stairs and waited.
The steps continue to move toward the bedroom that we were
staying in on the ground floor. Or pausing here and there
ostensibly to turn off the lights.
I worried for January and for us as the steps reached where our
bedroom would be, they stopped again.
I listened intently waiting for them to start again but was
shocked to hear they never did. It was like, whoever was up
there had just slipped out a window or teleported after
waiting a while we emerged and very quietly.
Moved back upstairs, terrified to look around every corner.
Inexplicably, we couldn't find anything strange.
Turn the lights on again and checked.
Every entrance. There wasn't a window.
Open a door cracked. The front door was still locked.
Even gen re was sound asleep and gave me a look as if to ask what
all the fuss was about. I looked all over the bedroom.
We were in, to see if there was a way out of the house from
there, but couldn't find one. I felt like a crazy person as I
even looked for a trapdoor in the closet, the window was
closed and locked. We barely slept that night, but
felt much better in the morning. We Decided not to call the
police figuring if someone had gotten in the house, January
would have barked in there would have been evidence of it.
We couldn't explain what happened, but we had both been
shaken up by the incident in the woods and decided to just try
and move on the day. Went on and we did our typical
Mountain life. Things we chopped wood cooked
and made a fire checked out the local bar again and then came
home as night fell. I think we both felt a little on
edge as we settled down to go to bed and understandably.
So I Needed to move genre's dog, bed into our room for the night.
For some reason, it was comforting night fell and all
was silent again. I'm a notorious Insomniac
whereas my girlfriend could sleep through a nuclear bomb
test. I lied awake waiting for
something to happen. Sure that it would the hours
past midnight, past 12, still nothing.
I slept intermittently and lightly, then around three
upstarts, the water heater again, my girlfriend wakes up as
well and It's a pillow over her head.
I also want to ignore it, hoping it will just shut off itself.
It goes on for a few minutes not showing any signs of stopping.
I give in and get up going to find the button that turned it
off. Last time I emerge from our room
into a hallway that leads to a den and then to the living room,
then as I get to the top of the stairs, the beeping stops.
I pause partly glad that I don't have to go down in the basement
and partly trying to hear anything strange.
It's silent. You're nothing the machine fixed
itself. I shrug and turn the lights off
as I head back to the room and slept great for the rest of the
night. The next morning, everything
seemed normal until I went to take a shower, the shower would
not get hot even after running it for 10 minutes.
That damn water heater, again, I head downstairs into the
basement, it's dimly lit, but has small windows.
That allow enough light that you don't need the electric lights
during the day, as I come up to the machine, I'm livid I know.
Otis. It's completely turned off and
think preet. Now we're not going to have hot
water. The rest of the week.
Then I noticed the wires sticking out of the back and
move around it. I'm shocked someone or something
had ripped the wires that power, the heater straight out of it,
leaving loose wire hanging from the back.
I dropped the cords and ran back upstairs terrified.
Someone might still be down there with me.
My girlfriend asks, what's wrong?
Someone broke the water heater. We decide to call the cops and
not even bother. Going back down in a town, this
small, it's just the state cops who respond to any issues, but
they take a long time to get there.
We wait about 20 minutes before one cop pulls into the driveway
and we explained the whole situation with the footsteps and
the broken water heater. He takes a look at it and
decides, we have rats rats, my girlfriend, and I both responded
in unison. I've had rats before in know The
Tell-Tale signs. Yet.
I had not seen any of the droppings or heard The rustling
noises in the walls. Since we've been in this house,
the cop said, he couldn't explain the footsteps we'd
heard, but if we hadn't found any signs of forced entry, there
wasn't much he could do. He said to call again, if
anything else happened and left my girlfriend and I were both
very worried. Now, I tried calling my relative
who owns the house but she was on a trip overseas and I
repeatedly got her voicemail. I was frightened to go to sleep
that night but didn't want to just up and leave the house
without her knowing we try to Best to have a fun normal day,
but we were both. So on edge, our minds, both
instinctively looked for things to be scared of at one point.
I swear someone was shining something out of the woods about
a hundred yards off. There was a glinting, like,
someone reflecting the bright sunlight at me to get my
attention. I wrote it off as my imagination
yet. It seems so real.
My girlfriend was also paranoid at one point.
She claimed she'd seen someone in the shed outside.
We both went out to check it out and couldn't can't find anyone
that night. We were both terrified.
I felt like I could cry as the sun went down, but we agreed to
stick it out for one more night. Once more we were in bed and I
laid awake waiting for the inevitable sounds.
I doubted it would be the water-heater this time, but I
expected something. My girlfriend, amazingly stayed
awake for a long time as well, but eventually somehow fell
asleep, unbelievably that night went by without incident a few
times. I thought I heard footsteps
outside the And got up to peer out, but couldn't see anyone on
one occasion. I scared away.
A deer that was nibbling on the leaves of the trees outside and
chuckled at myself. We felt much better the
following day. And for a while, it seemed like
our issues might have been resolved.
We did our usual thing walking, the dog and hiking near a local
River nighttime Cayman, although I was a little nervous, I
figured, I could get some sleep tonight.
Dusk fellow. We laid in the bed again.
My girlfriend fell asleep without it.
Shu as did Jen re I laid awake until about midnight, but
drifted off the next thing I remember is a strange dream
where I was sitting at the dining room table of our house
in Pennsylvania, and someone was knocking at the door in the
dream, I kept trying to get up and answer it but the door was
so heavy. I couldn't open it.
Then I snapped into Focus acutely awake at once and
realized that the knocking in my dream was footsteps coming from
the second floor. Loud footsteps like someone
moving just under running speed. I was paralyzed with fear but I
move my hand over to shake my girlfriend awake.
I was amazed and relieved, she didn't scream as the footsteps
could be heard coming down the stairs.
On the far side of the house, they were loud and Fast Too Fast
for me to consider what to do. They moved across the large
living room, getting louder and louder.
Jen, we finally woke up and started barking my girlfriend.
And I both cowered in fear in the bed, unable to move the
footsteps, reached our door. And then Stop suddenly for a
moment. It was quiet and I reached over
to the bedside table looking for anything to use as a weapon, but
found only the digital clock. Whoever was here, knew we were
in this room. I waited but nothing came
minutes passed and still nothing.
I wanted to believe the Imposter had left decided.
We were uninteresting and just disappeared.
Like it had a few nights ago, but I had to know.
I got up there wasn't a single sound in that room as generally
had stopped barking but stood looking The door in
anticipation, I moved closer and put a hand on a knob.
As it turned it, let out a Noisy Creek that made me cringe
internally, suddenly I flung open the door, no one was there,
I poked a head out, the clock came back, ready to bludgeon,
anyone who showed themselves, I slowly exhale down and turned
around only to scream and jump. When I saw the bedroom window
and it was a dark figure, a shadowy head peering in that
darted down. As soon as I yelled my and
seeing it to began to scream as well.
We both ran out of the room gen re following, we rushed to the
front door on the far, side of the house, without bothering
with shoes, or clothes, and ran for the car.
Once inside, I triple checked, my door was locked.
I frantically started the car and backed out of the driveway.
My head turned looking out the back.
I heard my girlfriend riding shotgun.
Let out a shaky. Look, I stop the car and turn my
head forward there. On the wraparound porch.
Someone Standing. We couldn't tell her when the
darkness, but it was, what appeared to be a person.
We stared, for a moment horrified before it started to
walk down the steps I gasped. As I watched the figure now
break into an all-out Sprint, toward the car, my girlfriend
screamed, snapping me out of the trance.
I was in and I floored the car in Reverse, once on the road, I
threw the car in gear and drove away as quickly as possible,
checking in my rearview mirror. But seeing nothing.
We drove for a long time to the next Town and checked into the
first hotel that allowed dogs. The next day we went back and
just did a drive-by of the house.
It looked to be an order, but I wouldn't dare go inside or even
get out of the car. We've been staying at the hotel
for a few days now and haven't had any problems, but we've been
too scared to go hiking or do anything in town.
I've been trying to get in touch with the owner to let her know.
I desperately want to leave this town now but I don't want to
take gen re without my relatives knowledge.
That is where we are for now. I have no idea what to do next.