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.