When the call about the missing campers and the abandoned
campsite came in, I was sitting in front of the park ranger
station, watching a fire that crackled in the Rusted old pit
that's been here for decades. The Flames were slowly eating
the would the heat occasionally sputtered and spat as the Pine
logs were devoured. It's one of my favorite ways to
pass the time out here. A fire like watching, fish in an
aquarium or animals. In a zoo is endlessly
captivating because it's a tiny bit of nature captured and put
on display. Play the same reason, people
come here to the spruce, Ridge National Park and just like a
fire, the woods here can Scorch you if you're not careful, I
shuffled back inside, took the call and headed out for the
Rendezvous point after listening to the report for a few minutes.
Another couple gone missing, nothing too out of the ordinary
at least, not yet. So I loaded my gun hopped in my
Jeep and headed out as the sun began to recede past the trees.
The Searing Summer Sun peeked out from between dense fur That
surrounded. The rocky terrain on all sides,
sweeping Over the Horizon. As far as I could see, I passed
glimmering pawns filled with plant life, in Pavilions filled
with brown, picnic benches as the Jeep.
Bounced up and down on carefully, maintained blacktop
and rutted brown roads filled with rock.
I could practically hear the croak of frogs, the chirping of
crickets and the hum of a few dragonflies.
As I sped past. No matter how long I was a park
ranger. I never got used to the thrill
of The Great Outdoors. The serenity you could find in
the fresh air was eternal as was its sheer size.
It reminds me of pioneer days when it was just a few families
alone in the vastness of the frontier and it was a very
unforgiving Frontier back. Then there were no Rangers or
Park security like me to make sure no families got lost.
First aid, didn't exist and mother nature, never suffered
fools. Some people have forgotten that,
but Mother Nature never hesitates to remind people about
what she can do lately. She seems pretty Regularly
active on that front in these parts, I carefully maneuvered
the jeep through Hills, which were bigger the farther.
I got away from the base, the wind last through the cracked
Windows, as I passed Fallen cedar trees on the way to my
destination. I love these woods, but I never
forget how merciless they can be.
And how many people have met their end out here.
How many bodies have been buried right here?
How many people went out into these woods and simply never
came out? There's no way of knowing for
sure but these Woods have been around For centuries, and that's
enough time for death to plant a seed.
For every tree out here, I was dispatched to find Libyan Dale
Morrison, a well-to-do couple that had gone out on a camping
vacation they're empty camp site had been found by a group of
hikers and since no one had seen the couple for a few days, I was
sent out to take a closer look funny enough.
While I've always loved the outdoors, I've never liked
camping, if you fill out enough, missing persons and death
reports, you learn fast to treat the woods like a tiger.
Lion. They might be stunning to look
at but never forget what can happen when you encounter them.
Although, plenty of people have wised up and learned how to Camp
safely camping. Certain places alone is a bit
like putting out a candy Bowl on Halloween with a please.
Take one sign with no one to watch.
Not everyone who walks by has to ignore the rule and do whatever
they please. All it takes is one.
It may have only taken one person to make my
brother-in-law. Jerry vanish, a few weeks ago,
national parks, Um, so humdrum and tame, but anyone who works
at one knows there's a lot of dark things that happen within
those trees. Colts will meet here, drug
deals, go down and go wrong and plenty of people vanish Within
These Woods. People are dumped here and found
days weeks or even months later. All Torn to Pieces from the
animals and no, coroner could figure out how they got that
way. I've interviewed plenty of
applicants who think this job is some cake walk and an easy
paycheck. They all get a nasty wake-up
call sooner or later, and it either.
Sobers them up or makes them run out of here.
Like they've been chased out. And I've seen things that I
don't blame them for wanting to run from people have been afraid
of monsters in the woods for centuries.
I don't expect that to change anytime soon, no matter what
modern technology exists, that's why the single best alarm system
that ever existed is man's best friend.
The minute, a dog starts barking.
You know someone or something is there, but when you're outside
in your dog whimpers and runs away like the ground is on fire,
Sure. That's your cue to get out.
It's no coincidence. That in all the time I've been
on duty here, I've never had to deal with a situation where one
or more person involved had a dog, never back at the station
that houses, my office. There is an entire bulletin
board with missing persons Flyers.
Most of them are couples or entire families.
Wholesome looking happy and smiling at the camera.
Like, they don't have a care in the world, which is usually how
they end up on the wall in the first place.
I was about to find out. Whether the Morrisons would join
them. It's not a task.
I enjoy at all. In the five years.
I've had this job, I've taken off maybe 10 of those flyers and
not because the people on them were found safe and sound
either. Most people on it are the type
of people who think just because they have GPS and cars with all
the latest bells and whistles. There is nothing to worry about
when you camp or Venture into the woods.
A lot of people who venture out here have that attitude.
If they're lucky, they realized the mistake can lift.
To talk about it other times, not so much but maybe they're
fake can help teach others a lesson.
I've certainly had to deal with my share of journalists
documentary filmmakers law enforcement officers from
various divisions private investigators and inquiring
relatives and friends the professionals.
I have no problem dealing with they're just doing a job.
Same as me. That's not to say they don't
take what happened, seriously or feel bad for the parties
involved. Not at all.
But they're used to dealing with stuff like this for the most
part and it rarely touches them. Personally only rarely do I see
the look in their eye? That tells that what happened
here will haunt them on the other hand dealing with family
members and that situation is by far, the worst part of my job.
I'd rather stumble upon a million bodies that have to deal
with grieving family members. I've done it too many times, but
it never gets any easier. Never, and it shouldn't it was
dark. By the time I arrived at the
Morrison. Campsite Site which was a long
way from any main area as expected.
They had spared no expense and had gone camping with brand new
gear that I was certain. They had just bought brand-new
equipment, cooking gear and a black SUV that was still
gleaming like it was fresh off the lot.
I did have to concede that mr. And mrs.
Morrison. Picked a terrific spot right on
the lake. It was a clear night and the
moon glistened off the calm surface which looked like glass
no matter what happened on the job.
Nighttime was always my favorite time to Or do anything else.
So long as I took proper precautions I suppose it's the
same reason. People think about hitting up an
old flame late at night in the modern era.
It's easy to look down upon more primitive times and their fears
about what lay just out of sight in the darkness, the come out
here at night when its pitch dark and those fears suddenly
become far more, relatable modern technology may be the
21st century but where your flashlights ends it's the 19th
century. All it takes is for your
flashlight to Run out of batteries, your GPS to fail or
your car to not start, and you're no longer in modern times
out here. You're right back where your
ancestors were, but at least they knew how to survive in
conditions like that as I looked around.
The campsite the star is gleamed out of the sky and looked
brighter than usual. I don't think people think about
space as in really think about it and what it entails it is.
A stunning concept to behold the vastness of the Galaxy and all
the galaxies Beyond it when you think about it.
Earth is nothing more than a tiny apartment in a massive
skyscraper when you think of how massive space has a phrase.
Outer space invokes gargantuan size and a scale that is
unfathomable. When pondering this the two most
terrifying Concepts and their implication are that you are
completely alone in the universe and you are not alone in the
universe, which one is more? Terrifying.
Depends, a lot on the person, the phrase in space.
No one can hear you. Scream is so much more than a
movie tagline. It's a simple fact.
T', because not only can, no one hear you scream, you might not
even be able to scream, which is one of the most horrifying
feelings, a human can experience.
It's like calling for an ambulance.
Only to be told help isn't coming.
The woods are the same way as it's no coincidence.
They refer to space as the final frontier.
It's also what makes someone going missing in a huge Park
like this? Such a nightmare for a search
party in a populated area you can rule areas out and narrow
things down. But out here in the woods
someone could Literally anywhere the Morrison campsite wasn't
torn to shreds, like it had been attacked by a wild animal, nor
did it resemble the scene of a horror movie style.
Bloodbath. It looked like countless
campsites that had been abandoned without an
afterthought. Had it not been for their car
nearby, I would have thought they just left on a whim, their
car, a shiny black Cadillac SUV with a grill, hood that gleamed
in the light, from my flashlight was still here.
So that meant they either left in someone else's car.
They ran off somewhere outside the Park or they were still
here, but it wouldn't be the first time I've seen couples
ditch one vehicle out here to get in another.
So, the question was, what caused the Morrisons to flee?
From where they'd set up shop? It certainly wasn't because they
needed to use a bathroom in my experience.
People almost always flee due to fear but fear of what I scan the
area slowly with my flashlight, the Morrison certainly spared,
no expense the RV was top of the line is certainly a step up from
sleeping in a tent You don't leave equipment like this for no
reason. Especially if you're someone
with money a quick check revealed that none of the cars
tires have been slashed, and from all appearances at look, to
be in good condition. Since the RV's front door was
halfway open. I wasted no time in climbing,
the metal steps and peering inside as expected.
Everything inside, was top of the line, most of it looked like
they had just bought it at the store, a week ago.
I carefully climbed inside and with one hand on my gun, I
slowly checked the bathroom. Room and bedroom.
The bathroom was a jumbled mess of tubes and bottles and the bed
was unmade, but everything was perfectly in order nor did it
look like anything was stolen, I stepped back outside and started
to walk towards my Jeep to radio.
What I had seen the when I was over halfway there, the skin on
my arms prickled and I felt a chill, run down my back despite
the billowing humidity. I was chilled to the core.
I took a deep breath carefully. Placed one hand back on my gun
and carefully walk. The remaining distance.
Students taking care to keep my back aligned with the RV.
As I had the sense I was being watched.
I had felt this sensation before and you never get used to it and
just like dealing with grieving families, you shouldn't because
if you do, the next grieving, family may be yours with
paranoia and fear growing with each step.
I mercifully made it to the Jeep.
Okay, and slammed the door shut, before I radioed back to the
base, I leaned back in the driver's seat and tried to
relax. As I took another deep breath,
and reminded myself. Off to remain calm.
I surveyed the terrain, again, no car tracks aside from mine or
the Morrisons. No evidence of a struggle and no
sign of any other life out here, but that did not mean nothing
else was out here besides me as if to answer me a guttural roar
burst out from the woods to my right and I practically shot out
of my seat. It was the ugliest sound I've
ever heard. And there was no way a human was
capable of making that noise. It was the kind of sound that
seems to be a living breathing physical entity.
Thunder without waiting another moment.
I started the engine floored the gas pedal, and the Jeep, roared,
to life, as I drove out of there as fast as I could, as I pulled
away, I swear I could see the trees where the roar came from
Trumbull slightly. It wasn't until I had been
driving for about 10 minutes that I noticed.
Some heavy breathing that sounded paint.
When I realized it was mine, I tried to take a deep breath and
calm down. Once I had done the former and
was attempting the latter, I picked up my radio with a clammy
hand and Called in what I found and heard.
I was surprised as my voice was Far calmer than I felt on the
other line. My colleague, sounded surprised,
but not skeptical. Maybe it was sincere or maybe,
when I had backup and we all headed back there, together, we
might find nothing and they might just declare me paranoid.
I didn't really care either way, I'd much rather be called
paranoid than a crime statistic. I rolled along at a good Pace
until I rounded a corner and a figure standing in the middle of
the road made me slam. Breaks in the harsh light from
the vehicles headlights. I could see the figure was
Slender wearing badly tattered clothes and was pretty beat up,
but when the figure took a step forward, I couldn't believe it.
It was my brother-in-law. Jerry, I rolled down my window
in shock. What the hell is going on?
Bobby, we got to go. Didn't I said before he ran on
steadily towards the passenger seat the minute.
He sat down. I hit the gas and we reward out
of there. He panted for a good.
He s before his breathing evened out.
What happened Jerry I asked after he had a chance to rest,
there's something out here. Bobby some kind of creature a
monster like something out of a TV show and there's this group
of people that know about it and treat it.
Like it's real important. They think it's so important.
They even kidnap people and offer it to the monster to eat.
That's what happened to me. What kind of monster is it?
It was the only thing I could think of tasks.
I don't know. How did you get away?
Remember that knife you got me for Christmas last year?
The one you can store anywhere. That's right.
I had it in my shoe at the time. They grabbed me once.
I had a chance, I put it to good use.
And here you are saving my neck. Again, I'll never be able to
repay you his voice broke as he spoke.
I always like to Jerry not like Tyler, Marion's last boyfriend.
The sentence was barely out of my mouth.
When the car went around a bend and I had to slam On the brakes
again. But this time the site was far
more chilling as the road was filled with people wearing
identical monochromatic. Black plastic masks.
The kind you get in bulk at a party store.
They also wore plain black hooded sweatshirts with the
hoods pulled up, no one moved an inch as I stopped, they all just
stood there facing me all 25 of them.
Then almost on command. They all started walking at once
towards my vehicle, that was the only Q I needed to start the car
and run right through them. That was my plan before out of
the corner of my eye. I saw a blur of color and two of
the masked people went flying and slammed into trees when they
landed. Both of them were sporting deep
scratches that were bleeding. This made the other stop
immediately before they started to flee in opposite directions.
But that wasn't enough because more of them fell prey to
whatever was out there. Which I couldn't see, either way
I hit the gas harder than I ever had in my life and it wasn't
long before the screaming. And wailing was a faint
background noise. What's the matter?
Jerry gleefully called out from the cracked window?
You can't handle what you tried to do to me.
The two of us, didn't say a word to each other, until we reach
the park ranger station. Gathered around the front were a
few of my colleagues, but two of the people were dressed casually
and matched. The description of the
Morrisons. Whose campsite I was sent to
check out my face must have showed my surprise because mrs.
Morrison walked over to me and shook my hand, the be Morrison,
paranormal investigator, My husband and I were investigating
the rumors of strange occurrences out here, and we
left the campsite abandoned. In order to try to record what
happened. Well, congrats you found
something was all I said before, I briefly explained, what
happened? And left it to the professionals
altogether. The bodies of 10 mask, people
were pulled from the park. The rest were rounded up by law
enforcement and charged with various things.
And while that was going on, I handed in my resignation, while
Jerry went home with my sister. I eventually got another job
related to the outdoors, but this time it was a job related
to outdoor retail no more searching in the forest for me.
It was one of those late nights on the job but that didn't
bother me at all. In fact, it was one of my
favorite parts of being a park ranger hanging around late at
night with just a few of my fellow Rangers in the middle of
the woods. It was just like huddling around
a campfire, while you told stories except we were indoors
around a fireplace. It was the middle of spring but
it had been cold lately. So while the afternoons were
pleasant, the nights have been chilly, which was why we were
all inside gathered around a fire.
While on the clock, the ranger station was beyond comfortable
with a fire. So I was contently sitting in
one of the many leather couches facing it.
We were all Midway through a shift and like many nights on
the job. It was quiet.
So we got to talking about nothing.
In particular, there is nothing like the natural flow of an
unplanned conversation outside. The evening had slowly given way
to night and the Darkness had settled upon the woods with its
usual silent. Thoroughness the area, maybe a
park during the day, but at night it was the The woods Parks
inherently sound fun and brings to mind cookouts whereas the
woods has an inherently spooky vibe.
There were four of us sitting by the fire in the ranger station
on that. Chilly night me Harland Anthony
and crake crake had just finished talking about his
cousin's wedding. When Anthony asked Harland what
his scariest story was from working here, all these years,
usually Harlan, just chuckled and said, he'd heard some crazy
things over the years. But not this time, this time he
sat there. Italy for a moment before he
said, the witch of Blackthorn Creek, that was when we all went
completely still, if we were just like people huddled around
a campfire, Harland was the one in charge of building the fire.
He was the ranger. We always deferred to he'd been
on the job. Long enough to have her in that
right. Harlan's family had also been in
the area for Generations. So if anyone had any stories to
tell about what may have happened here, it was him.
Plus, he was a terrific guy, hardworking, and Beyond helpful.
When you need I needed something.
So when someone like Harlan tells you, he's heard of a story
like that you listened, intently, especially with the
tone of voice. He used serious and No Nonsense
without a trace of amusement. The Witch of Blackthorn Creek,
Harlan began in a clear voice as we all gave him, our full
attention. The story was first told to me
by my Uncle, George, who had been a lumberjack for years.
According to him, people said there was a curse on the land,
which was placed there by a witch.
It all started one year when the Harvest went bad since there had
been nothing but plentiful Harvest every year and made
people Beyond suspicious. There was barely enough grain
and stuff to get through winter. It didn't help matters that the
town had generally been prosperous, but had recently
started to go through some financial difficulties, then
numerous bits of Misfortune happened within the community
over the years houses burning down people going missing and
never being found again. Periodically there would be
something Odd left lying around near where someone had vanished
creepy. Things like weird looking dolls
made from wood that never failed to Rattle people.
There wasn't anyone around who people thought was capable of
anything like this. And since one of the families in
town had experienced something like this before, in a different
town, many years ago, they suspected there was some kind of
curse put on them, especially after a few people who kept
track of all the strange events realized.
Every one of them took place on a full moon Harlan took a sip of
his coffee before. For he continued.
It all came to a head. When there was a terrible
accident at the Town, lumber mill a fire that, no one could
figure out how it started several employees died.
And many others were badly injured and the lumber mill,
which was one of the biggest employers around closed that was
when the paranoia that had been lingering under the surface
boiled over. So when some people from town
found an abandoned Cottage in the woods near Blackthorn, Creek
with weird, symbols written on the walls and the floor, they
grab their torches. Set the place on fire and
watched it burn. According to the crowd, the
cabin took forever to burn much longer than the people thought
possible. But once it did finally burned
down, they took the ashes and buried them deep in the woods
and didn't mark the location. Hoping that would be the end of
it. And for a while that seemed to
be the case. But every once in a while,
something would happen that would make people in town, look
over their shoulders, nothing major a bit of bad luck in the
form of an injury, or some suspicious.
Always is outside the house after dark and perhaps some
scratch marks on the door or the wall.
But ever since then people would be very careful what they did.
Especially if there was a full moon, then he paused for a
moment to look at the fire which was crackling pleasantly in the
fireplace. I couldn't tell you how old I
was when I first heard the story but I remember exactly how I
felt confused because the story although creepy and entertaining
didn't quite make sense to me and I said something too.
Uncle George About that and he left, then he said, he agreed.
That the story was long on atmosphere and short on
believability, that's when he got serious told me that,
although the story was a bit of fiction, he never doubted that,
it came from somewhere, and there was indeed something going
on out in the woods. Then he added that it didn't
matter. How old I was, where I was, who
I was with, or what was going on.
If I got a terrible feeling, I should listen to it.
And I've listened to every feeling I've gotten since then,
it's never Me wrong. He looked around towards us
slowly taking us all in. I've never quite believed that
story but I will be the last person to deny that in all the
years. I've been out here, I felt
things on occasion things that made the hair stand up, on the
back of my neck and on, even fewer occasions.
I've seen things fleeting glances at things that I wasn't
sure. I saw that there was one time
when I not only felt something, I heard something the are in the
ranger station was completely still, I briefly glanced.
A my colleagues, as Harlan, said this, and they met my glance and
I could see, they were just as gripped by the story.
As I was, it was about 30 years ago, Harland explained.
I was just starting out as a park ranger.
This was back in the early 90s when technology and life in
general was very different from today.
I'd grown up out in nature and I'd seen plenty of scary movies
and more importantly, I'd grown up hearing countless spooky
stories about what may or may not have been lurking outside.
So I In exactly sheltered. But there are some things you
are. Never truly prepared to
experience the fire in the fireplace popped in the great,
but we were so absorbed in Harlan story, we barely noticed.
There was plenty of wood in the fire so we didn't have to worry
about that for a while. It was early, November Halloween
had just ended which made everyone's sad because I
remember that year was a particularly fun.
One Darkness seemed to be arriving earlier, so I was
barely halfway through my shift when the sun was going down.
And I remember it had been raining almost every day.
So the days were all gray and cloudy and the Knights were
damp, with plenty of fog, but that particular morning was dry.
All the leaves that had clung to the trees have been scattered by
the winds and rain. So they lay there on the grass
all damp and torn. My job on that particular day
was to go around, breaking them up, so they didn't completely
cover the trails and paths. People walked on the chill in
the air. Was that chill only late fall.
Can bring the dampness that seems to soak into your Skin and
never let go. I had just finished one section
of the park and was walking back to my truck when the rain
started up again. And it did so with a fury.
So I hustled it to the truck got inside and headed back to the
ranger station, where I plan to spend the rest of the evening.
And since it was a quiet night at the ranger station, it looked
like I would get what I wanted. I was used to working the late
shift by myself, as the night supervisor.
So being alone didn't bother me. I'd always been a quiet type who
like to read a book. So it is an ideal situation for
me. Except for that night, Harlan
took a deep breath before he continued because Halloween was
over in the rain had been steady the park hadn't received as many
visitors as it usually had. But I was inside the ranger
station, this ranger station in fact which was just as cozy and
warm as you see it. Now plus now that I was done
with my task, I was free to read a book so I wasted no time in
curling up by the fire with a paperback.
I'd spent many a shift this way. And it was fine by me.
I'd happily read a book on a nice day, but on a rainy day,
nothing better. Eventually I started to get
hungry since I just brought a light snack but turned out to be
craving something bigger. I decided to order pizza.
There was a local place that was only a few minutes away that
often delivered out here back then.
So I didn't hesitate to give them a call.
I ordered a medium pizza with pepperoni and as I hung up, the
rain started to really pound heavily on the station roof.
I knew Knew from experience that the rain pounding on the
station, roof could truly be loud.
It seemed to surround you from all sides, but by the time the
headlights pulled into the driveway, the rain had faded to
a slight drizzle but I could see the grass leading up here was
pretty well soaked. And there were numerous small
puddles on both the grass and the road, the trees were swaying
along with the winds and the sky was getting darker by the minute
as night was settling in by now. The outdoor lights had started
to switch on as the car from the pizza, police pulled up.
In front of the station. It's windshield wipers going
back and forth as it stopped in front of the entrance.
I stood in front of it, under the part of the roof that kept
me out of the rain. The driver, a young guy named
Derek in his early 20s, got out of the driver's seat and grab
the pizza from the passenger's side.
Derek had delivered here before and he'd always done a great
job. We chit-chatted, as I handed
him, the cash with a generous tip.
Then Derek handed me the pizza and was just about to go back to
his car before he stopped and stared at Something behind me,
he paused and said that it would probably sound crazy, but it
looked like there was a woman lurking in the woods near the
ranger station, we all sat there silently for a moment before
Harland continued. I remember just standing there
when he told me the word, sounded almost foreign.
As Derek said them out loud. My first reaction was that it
was impossible but there was only one way to find out.
So I turned behind me to look at where he was pointing.
He took another sip of coffee, the cluster of trees.
He was poisoned. I think I was a dense area of
Tall Pine trees. They've been long gone by now.
But back, then there wasn't much in the way of Illumination out
there, but even I could see there was nothing there.
I stood there, the pizza, still clutched in my hand, as I waited
for anything to happen, the nothing emerged from the woods.
I was just about to turn back to Derek.
When I heard get out from beside me, in a hushed voice, clear as
could be I turned around immediately to look at Derek and
without saying a word I knew he'd heard it too but while It
was creepy as could be, I didn't know for sure what it meant.
It didn't come out as an ominous command, more like a warning,
but I won't lie standing there outside.
I'd never felt fear like that before.
I've been afraid before and I had been afraid after, but not
like that. That fear was less like a
feeling and more like a part of your body, like it's always
there and only rarely are you truly aware of, it sitting there
watching Harland, it was clear that although we were sitting
there in the present, he had been immediately transported.
Back to that cold November night, I couldn't have told you
how much time passed. They have only been a minute or
two, but despite the dwindling light, I thought I could see
shapes moving far out in the woods, very far out after a
moment. You couldn't see anything at
all. Then, Harlan's voice became
quieter to this day. I have no idea why that site
filled me with so much fear. Just like I also have no idea
how I knew it was people, but I did.
And I knew it was people as in more than one.
Much more than one but I had no idea exactly how many then
almost as if On Cue I heard the word now and it was all the
motivation. I needed to tell Derek we had to
go. He didn't need to be told twice
because we hopped in his car and got out of there as fast as we
could didn't stop for about 20 miles.
An we were far away from the ranger station by that point,
the fear had slowly faded and I was starving.
So we split the pizza while debating what to tell my
superiors, I eventually decided to say.
I was feeling really sick and went to see a doctor.
I knew Harlan chuckled but it didn't take long for me to
realize my excuse for leaving would be completely forgotten.
Because after I left the ranger station had been broken into by
a group of people. The security camera we had at
the time Saul six of them dressed from head to toe in
Black break right through the front door.
Just crashed right through it then minutes later they came
back out without taking anything and vanished into the trees.
The cops thoroughly search the area but found nothing I found
out when I called my superiors to tell them, I had to leave
because I was feeling horrible from the time on the camera,
they appeared to arrive within mere minutes.
After I left with Derek, we all exchange to look as the fact
that he really was talking about this Ranger Station dawned on us
sitting across from us. Harlan, didn't say anything but
I knew he could tell the three of us were seeing the ranger
station. Like never before the conclusion
the cops reached Harland eventually said.
It is that it was a gang of professional criminals, who saw
the ranger station and decided to see what they could find
since there was apparently nothing they could make use of
they split. And every year, on that day,
since that happened, I've taken a single flower and left it by
word. Derek says, he saw someone that
night, I've never seen or heard that voice since that night, but
on occasion, I have felt the presence of something or someone
watching me and not in an unpleasant way.
But that's the thing about the woods, there's no telling what
you made. I find in them, and if you're
really paying attention, it's amazing.
What you can learn. Like, I learned that November
night, all those years ago, was a full moon, the clouds just
happened to obscure it out here. I was probably 19 when it
happened. Maybe newly 20, my then,
boyfriend. Christopher who I called kit was
visiting me from Seattle to celebrate my mum's birthday.
In our hometown, a city called Kelowna, British Columbia
Canada. I was living in Alberta
attending a university there. When kid arrived, we were
planning on driving out to my mom's place together.
I was very eager to introduce him to my family.
They were eager to meet him. The two of us were excited and
giggly while we were getting Ready to leave.
I was packing up the last of my schoolwork and closed while
rambling on about what snacks we should buy for the long drive.
Meanwhile kit, who hadn't unpacked from the flight already
had his bags. In the car, he was going to
drive for the first half of the drive and I drive for the second
half after only a couple hours of driving we had switched and I
was driving the sun was setting by now, I remember kid pointing
out how pretty the pinkish Orange Sky was.
And before we knew it, it was dark It had still been an
uneventful drive, we were listening to a podcast, pointing
out owls or raccoons and trash bins.
When we pass truck stops, nothing of note until a deer
appeared in the street out of nowhere.
I slammed on the brakes and we stopped maybe 20 feet from the
deer and it was just there. Standing staring back at us, not
unusual for a deer as I'm sure you all know, but it was staring
for an uncomfortable amount of time.
Even for a deer in headlights, like three to four minutes, at
least. I hunt the car horn, a couple of
times, no response after another couple minutes, a guy in a
white. Honda drove up behind us and
stopped. He was honking too, and we both
sat there honking at this deer, or maybe he was honking at me,
honking at the deer anyways. Eventually the deer walked off
into the woods, his nose pointed in the air, and we carried on
the Honda guy. Was clearly in a rush because he
passed us the second, he got the chance and then we were the ones
following him. That's when something.
Really weird happened. We heard a loud deep voiced,
help from a direction. I couldn't quite pinpoint.
It was loud. Enough to be heard over the
podcast yet, quiet enough to seem far away.
We slow down a little bit and glanced at each other.
I suppose just wondering if we actually heard that the Honda
slowed down to, we decided it was just a background noise in
the podcast, which was a true crime podcast.
So it made sense and carried on driving when again, we heard a
help help Please at this point, the podcast had ended and we
slow down again. Looking out the open window, the
voice was the same as the one before and sounded just as far
as the one before, but we were going too fast for anyone to
keep up with us. The guy driving the Honda stuck.
His hand out his window and gestured us to pull over.
We stopped at a touristy, photo area beside a lake with some
Factory across from it. I think it's a cement plant or
something, the Honda driver and his wife both got out.
They were both. In there, maybe late 50s and
asked us. If we also heard the Cry for
Help, we said yes, and the four of us chatted for a bit about
it. And then again from an
undetermined Direction, help, please, help the older man
called out to the voice. Hello is someone there are you
okay the voice responded help please help and he responded.
Where are you are you hurt the voice sounded significantly
closer this time and sounded almost contorted his Someone
there, the old man, after hearing the change in the voice,
went pale white. He looked at his wife, then at
us, then over at the forest and said yet much quieter.
Hello. And The Voice once again though?
This time, much, deeper, and even less.
Human sounding replied. Help is someone there.
We were all kind of freaked out so the older couple called the
police as did we? And then we went back to driving
as we continue down the road kid and I didn't talk.
We were both wildly uncomfortable.
We just watched the tree line counting the deer.
We saw quite a few of them for so late at night, although I'm
not a deer expert, maybe they graze at night or something, we
eventually arrived at my mother's house and I told her
and my sister's about the event and they all got really anxious
listening to it. My older sister scolded us
saying someone could have been in serious danger and I suppose
she was right but I'm not sure the voice of made didn't sound
natural. The more he called the less
human it. Added every Cry for Help, got
more and more Twisted. I'm not.
Well educated on the matters of local folklore mythology, I
don't know if there's some cryptozoological monster out
there who could explain it, or maybe all of us were just sleep
deprived and sharing some sort of mass hysteria, I'm not sure,
but it was still the creepiest event of my life.
I was going camping in the forest, as I used to do every
year, I have always enjoyed spending time in nature away
from the hustle and bustle of the city.
This time, I decided to explore a different area, a little
further from my usual campsite that was when I saw that someone
had made a trail as the vegetation was Disturbed and
this strange path extended all the way to the entrance of a
cave. I can't explain what caught my
attention. Maybe it was the sense of
mystery emanating from that place the cave.
See. Um, dark and scary.
But at the same time, it seemed to invite me to explore it.
I found a notebook in an old and Dusty backpack, that was lying
at the entrance. The backpack seem to have been
dragged and torn. There were bloodstains on the
cover of the notebook and on some pages.
As soon as I opened it, I noticed something strange.
The handwriting started off normal.
Like someone who writes without hurry, sitting at a desk, it
continued like that until the note day to, from the note day,
3, onwards, the Writing became a little shaky.
I thought it might be the cold but the shaky handwriting was so
intense. That it seemed like the person
who wrote it was trembling with fear or in a hurry, the contents
of the page has left me chilled. And with an inexplicable fear
day one, I arrived at the forest this morning, I set up my tent
near a stream and made a fire to keep warm at night.
I heard some strange noises, as if something was dragging on the
ground, I thought it could be some animal, so I ignored it and
tried to sleep. Day two.
I woke up with the feeling that something was watching me.
There was nothing your by but I still felt a chill down my spine
during the day. I walk through the forest and
notice that I was being followed I couldn't see who or what it
was but I felt its Presence at night.
I heard those strange noises again and started to get worried
day 3, a dark. And mysterious thing has been
following me in the forest and getting closer and closer.
It's almost like I can feel its breath on my neck.
And he It's heavy footsteps. It seems to know every corner of
the forest better than I do this night.
The creature approached, even closer, and I could only see a
dark shadow moving between the trees.
It's glowing eyes, were the only thing I could distinguish in the
darkness day for. I'm starting to feel, like I
won't be able to escape. It's getting closer and closer.
I know it's taunting. Me and enjoying seeing me
suffer. I couldn't sleep tonight because
the creature was outside howling and scratching at my tent.
Day, five, I can't take this anymore.
The creature was talking to me whispering things in my mind, it
was telling me horrible, things, things that I can't repeat here.
I tried to run, but it always found me today.
It revealed itself completely when I looked at it, I couldn't
believe what I saw. Its appearance was grotesque and
it seemed to have something sharp in its hands.
It approached, while insisting on whispering things in my mind,
I felt a chill run through my entire body.
Am I losing my sanity? I started running, but I knew it
was following me. I entered a cave and the journey
through it seemed endless. I heard the creature getting
closer and closer and started to panic.
The cave, has no way out or maybe I got lost in its tunnels.
I think this is the end I'm surrounded and I can already see
it's glowing eyes coming in the distance.
I'm leaving my notebook here in a hole.
I found in the cave wall hoping that someone finds it and knows
not to stay here if anyone finds this notebook Please don't come
after me. I don't want anyone to suffer,
what I am suffering. I took a deep breath and tried
to calm myself down. It was just a story, a work of
fiction. There was nothing to be afraid
of the notebook ended there, but shaky and blood-stained
handwriting left me with a feeling of fear and anguish, I
knew I shouldn't investigate, but my curiosity, got the best
of me slowly. I made my way towards the
entrance of the cave. I looked around, but it was too
dark to see anything. I took out my phone and turned
on the flashlight. I took a few steps towards the
darkness and try to illuminate where the light could barely
reach. I noticed that there was red
liquid everywhere and the walls were covered in scratches.
I saw something move out of the corner of my eye and quickly
turned around. It was just a bat, but it still
scared me. I was about to leave.
When I Heard a Voice, I turned around but there was no one
there. The Voice seemed to be coming
from inside my head. I tried to run but my legs.
Legs wouldn't move my body shuttered and I felt that
someone or something was watching me.
Fear froze, me and I couldn't move the forest was darker and
colder. I hadn't noticed that night had
already arrived, I tried to move my eyes and that's when I
noticed two shining eyes in the Darkness,
the air was crisp as my partner and I began our hike through the
national park. We had been planning this trip
for months and we're excited to finally embark on our adventure
betrayal was well marked and the scenery was breathtaking, but
something felt off as we walk deeper into the forest, we
started to hear strange noises that made the hairs on the back
of my neck stand up. At first it was just a rustling
in the bushes or a twig snapping in the distance but then the
sounds grew more intense. We couldn't tell where the noise
As we're coming from and that only added to our unease, we
quickened our Pace hoping to leave, whatever was making those
sounds behind. But as we turned a corner, we
came face-to-face with something that stopped us dead in our
tracks standing before us was a creature.
Unlike anything we had ever seen before, it had long, spindly
Limbs and its eyes glowed. In the darkness, my heart raced
as I realized that we were in serious danger.
I grabbed my partner's hand and we started to run, but the
creature was fast. Stir.
We could hear its footsteps behind us as we scrambled up, a
steep incline, hoping to escape its grasp.
Just when we thought we were in the clear the creature let out a
blood-curdling scream that echoed through the forest we
knew we were still in danger and that there was no way we could
outrun it forever as we pushed forward, we began to see other
strange figures lurking in the shadows are heart sank as we
realized that we were not alone in the woods, whatever was out
there with us was not of this world.
And we were trapped in its domain.
We had to find a way out or else we would be at the mercy of
these creatures until the end of our days.
But as we ran deeper into the forest, we couldn't shake the
feeling that something was watching us waiting.
For the perfect moment to strike our hearts were pounding and our
lungs were burning. As we ran as fast as we could.
We didn't know where we were headed, but we knew we had to
get away from those creatures as we ran the woods around us grew
denser and the path ahead became more treacherous my partner.
Stumbled A over a root and fell to the ground pulling me down
with him. We scrambled to our feet, but it
was too late. The creatures had caught up to
us, they were closing in on us from all sides.
And we were trapped, Panic, set in.
As we realized, we had nowhere to go.
We were surrounded by the creatures and they were closing
in on us. I could hear their breath on the
back of my neck and I could smell their foul putrid scent.
I was paralyzed with fear, and I knew that our time was running
out. Suddenly, we heard a voice
Distance. It was faint but it gave us hope
we knew we had to make a run for it and hope that whoever it was
could help us, we darted towards the sound, hoping it would lead
us to safety as we ran. The creature is behind us.
Howled in Fury. They were closing in on us, but
we could see a light in the distance.
It was the ranger station and we knew that, if we could just make
it there, we would be safe. We sprinted towards the light,
our hearts pounding. In our chests.
We burst through the door of the ranger station.
And gasping for air. The ranger looked at us with
concern and asked what had happened.
We tried to explain but our words came out in a jumbled
mess. The ranger listened patiently
and when we had finished he told us that we were lucky to be
alive. He explained that the creatures
we had encountered were unknown rare species that live deep in
the woods. They were known to be aggressive
and Territorial, and they were not to be trifled with we spent
the rest of the night at the ranger station, safe and sound.
Even as we slept, we could hear the creatures howling in the
distance, we knew that they were still out there, lurking in the
shadows waiting for their next victim.
We had survived this time but we knew that we could never let our
guard down again. The woods were full of mysteries
and dangers and we had stumbled upon one of the darkest Secrets.
They hold the next morning. We woke up with a renewed sense
of urgency. We knew we had to get out of the
woods as quickly as possible. We packed our bags.
Thank the Ranger and set out on the trail.
Well, we hiked for hours our eyes darting around the woods
searching for any signs of the creatures that had chased us the
night before. The sounds of the forest were
eerily silent and we couldn't shake the feeling that something
was watching us as we walked. We noticed that the trail had
started to twist and turn in strange ways.
It was almost as if the path was leading Us in circles.
We tried to stay focused but the woods around us seem to be
shifting and changing making it impossible to keep our bearings.
Just as we were starting to feel lost.
We saw a figure in the distance, it was a woman dressed in a
Rangers uniform. She waved to us and we ran
towards her relieved to have finally found some help.
The ranger introduced herself, as Emily and offered to guide us
out of the woods. We followed her trusting that
she knew the way as we walked, she told us about the strange
occurrences that had been happening in the woods lately.
People had been disappearing Without a Trace, and there were
reports of strange creatures. Roaming the woods at night.
Emily had been investigating these reports.
And she had found evidence of something truly terrifying.
As we walked Emily suddenly stopped in her tracks.
She looked at us her face pale with fear.
She pointed to a tree ahead of us and we could see what had
frightened her. It was a symbol carved into the
bark of the tree. It was a circle with three
lines. Intersecting it it looked like
nothing we had ever seen. Before Emily told us that this
symbol was a warning. It meant that we were Danger and
that we should turn back. We tried to protest, but she was
firm. She told us that we had to leave
the woods immediately and never come back.
We turned back following Emily's lead as we walked the would seem
to close in around us and the sounds grew louder and more
ominous. We heard footsteps behind us and
we knew that the creatures were following us.
Once again, we ran our hearts pounding in our chests.
We could see the edge of the woods ahead of us.
And we knew that we were almost there.
Just as we were about to break free from the trees.
We heard a deafening Roar from behind us, we turn back to see
the creatures closing in on us. They were bigger and more
ferocious than before, and we knew that we had no chance of
outrunning them, as the creatures closed in on us.
We brace for the worst, but then just as suddenly, as they had
appeared, they vanished Into Thin Air.
We looked around confused and frightened it was as if they had
never been there at all. We stumbled Out of the Woods,
our body shaking with fear We never spoke of our experience
again but the memory of those creatures stayed with us
forever. We knew that we had come
face-to-face with something truly otherworldly and that we
had been lucky to escape with our lives.
As I pulled up to the ranger station, I couldn't help but
feel a sense of excitement and nervousness.
This was my first day on the job as a forest ranger in this new
area and I was eager to get started as I stepped out of my
car and looked around. I was struck by the sheer beauty
of the forest, towering trees loomed overhead, casting dappled
Shadows. On the forest floor, the air was
thick with the scent of pine needles and damp Earth as I made
my way inside the ranger station.
I was greeted by a Few of my new colleagues, they were a friendly
Bunch but I couldn't help. But notice that they seem to bid
on edge when I asked him about the local Wildlife, they grew
quiet and exchange nervous glances as the day wore on.
I tried to gather more information about the area but
everywhere I went people seemed hesitant to talk it was as if
there was someone spoken taboo about discussing the forest and
its inhabitants. That night, I settled into my
new cabin, eager to get some rest before my first day on the
job, But as I lay in bed, I heard a strange sound coming
from outside. It was a low growling noise,
like nothing I'd ever heard before I got up and walked to
the window, but I couldn't see anything in the darkness.
Suddenly the growling turned into a blood curdling howl.
It was so loud that it made the walls of my cabin Shake.
I felt a sense of panic rising in my chest.
What kind of creature could make such a terrifying noise?
I tried to calm myself down telling myself that it was
probably bleah. Just a wild animal.
But as the night wore on the sounds outside, only grew more
intense. I could hear scratching and
clawing at the door and low growls that seemed to come from
all around. I realized, then that something
was terribly wrong. In this Forest, something that
was far beyond my understanding. And as the night stretched on, I
began to fear that I might never make it out alive.
As the first light of dawn began to filter through the trees, I
realized that I had survived the night.
The sounds that had kept me awake Four hours had all of a
sudden stopped, and I couldn't help, but feel a sense of relief
wash over me. However, as I stepped outside my
cabin, I saw that the ground was covered in strange Footprints.
They were too large to belong to any animal.
I knew of and they seem to lead in every direction.
The door of my cabin was covered in deep scratches as if
something had been trying to claw its way inside, I tried to
radio my supervisor but my radio seem to be malfunctioning.
I decided that it was best to pack up my things.
Things and move to a nearby Watchtower for a better view of
the surrounding Forest. Once I reach the Watchtower, I
spent the day scanning the area, with my binoculars trying to
spot anything unusual. But for the most part,
everything seemed normal there were no signs of any dangerous
creatures and the forest appeared to be as peaceful as
ever as the sun began to set. I prepared myself for another
long night. I barricaded the door of the
Watchtower and set up, my sleeping bag near the window so
that I could keep. Keep an eye on the surrounding
Forest around midnight. I heard a piercing scream that
seemed to echo through the forest.
It was like nothing I had ever heard before and it made my
blood run cold. I looked out of the window and
my heart nearly stopped. When I saw a pair of glowing
yellow eyes staring back at me from behind a tree in the
distance. I fumbled for my radio hoping to
call for backup, but all I heard was static.
I knew, then that I was completely alone with no one to
help me if something went wrong the night.
Reached on and the creature in the woods continued to scream
and howl. I felt trapped and helpless
unsure of what to do as the first light of dawn began to
appear in the sky. The creature finally disappeared
back into the forest. I knew, then that I had to find
a way to protect myself. I spent the rest of the day
Gathering supplies and fortifying the Watchtower as
best as I could. But as the sun set, once again,
I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me.
I knew that the creature was out there and that it Only a matter
of time before it came back for me.
The heavy rain poured down. Relentlessly pounding, on the
roof of the Watchtower like a thousand angry fists.
I knew that I was stuck there for another night with no escape
from the creature that roamed the forest as the night wore on
the screaming started again. But this time it was different.
It sounded like someone I knew like one of my friends from back
home. I couldn't believe it.
Was it possible that the creature was mimicking human
voices? The screaming continued Going
louder and more. Insistent with each passing
moment, I felt a creeping sense of unease settle over me as if
something terrible was about to happen.
Then all of a sudden the radio crackle to life.
It was my supervisor urgently trying to reach me get out of
there. He said his voice, trembling
with fear, you're in grave danger.
We've had reports of strange creatures in that area and we
don't know what they're capable of you need to get out.
Now, while you still can, I felt a cold shiver run?
My spine, as I realized the full extent of the danger, I was in
the creature outside was not just some wild animal, but
something much more Sinister and malevolent.
I knew then that I had to get out of the forest as soon as
possible before it was too late. I quickly packed up my things,
grabbed my flashlight and prepared to leave the
Watchtower. But as I opened the door, I
froze in Terror standing, right? Outside was the creature.
It's glowing. Yellow eyes.
Fixed on me for a moment. We stared at each other.
I've locked in a deadly standoff.
Then with a guttural roar the creature lunged at me its
massive claws. Flashing in the dim light I
stumbled backwards fumbling for my flashlight as the creature
closed in for the kill. But at the last moment I managed
to Shine the Light directly in its eyes causing it to recoil
and pain and confusion taking advantage of the creatures.
Momentary disorientation I bolted out of the Tower and ran
as fast as I could. Through the rain-soaked forest.
I could hear the creature howling And rage behind me, but
I didn't dare look back finally after what felt like hours.
I stumbled out of the forest and onto the road, where my
supervisor and a team of other Rangers were waiting for me.
They whisk me away to safety and I never looked back to this day.
I still don't know exactly what kind of creature it was that
stalk me through the forest that night, but I know that I never
want to experience anything like it again.
Growing up where I did, there was always more to do in the
woods than in town. We had one bowling alley and a
few bars, but that was all most kids played in the forest.
Climbing trees playing tag or even hide.
And seek with the understanding of potential hunting and
Wildlife dangers and the bridge, the bridge stretched over a
river bank, but halfway through was a small gate with a sign
telling us to not trespass, me. And the other kids always
theorized about what might have been on the other side.
One kid said they were doing Construction another set.
It goes down a big hill side. Kids have been known to fall
down one night, I decided to take a new camera, I got and
told the gang. I was going to sneak over the
gate and see what was on the other side.
And if I come back with a picture of, they only $10 each,
they all agreed. And I took my small, flashlight,
and camera and made out into the dark woods.
The dark wasn't a problem. However, seeing as I knew the
forest, like the back of my hand, after about 10 minutes of
walking, I make my way. To the bridge.
It was amazing. As I felt like an Explorer about
to chart, the Uncharted and explore A Whole New World.
By the time I had got my courage together, I jumped over the gate
and made my way to the other side of the bridge.
As soon as I got to the other side, it became darker.
It had gone from being pitch-black to downright Abyssal
my flashlight. Didn't light up much around me.
And when I looked up, I saw the sky had gone from stars and moon
to dark amethyst purple with Crimson clouds.
I was beginning to panic. I pulled out my My camera and
took a shot of the sky. A clear photo surprisingly, I
then ventured further down the path knowing that the picture
wasn't enough evidence to get my friends to part way with their
allowance, my flashlight stayed on the path which was becoming
less of a dirt road and more of an obscure pile of broken sticks
and leaves. I shined my flashlight around me
and what I saw paralyzed. Me and fear.
The trees had eyes. The base of the tree was as dark
as the atmosphere and seemed to Devour the light I shined on it.
Be As were the same as the sky, some amethyst, some Crimson I
took, lots of pictures, forget the bet I was going to sell this
to scientists and explorers at least that's what my dumb kid.
Brain thought, when I got to a clearing in the woods, I ducked
down into the thicket immediately.
I saw people humanoid figures and long robes with deep hoods.
I couldn't make out the color because depending how the
Torches around them reflected the light, it was some variant
of black Crimson or purple. That's when I noticed the torch.
Each lights were green like emeralds.
I raised my camera and silently took some photos.
The Flash was eaten by the darkness and the pictures came
out blurry. They gathered around a monolith
and began. Chanting us, some light was
pulled from the sky and channeled into the Rock.
The monolith had patterns on it, but they were ineffable runes.
And finally, above the rock formation, a terrible Darkness
began to stir the being of Shadow.
Baird any Theory, will shape with wings and horns of a rem.
The only color that could be distinguished for the eyes.
One Violet, and one Crimson I went to lift my camera but upon
seeing the thing I dropped it and ran as fast as I could.
I ran for what felt like a hours before I saw the bridge and with
the last of my strength, I jumped it and then collapsed.
I woke up in a hospital with my mother and father at my side,
they told me my friends found me passed out from dehydration at
the bridge. I was asleep for two days after
my friends found me. I lost the camera.
So my prize was forfeited. I honestly honestly couldn't
care less about the prize. I tried to tell them about what
I saw over the gate but they tell me it was just a bad dream.
So what prompted me to tell this story now, so many years after
the ordeal because to this day it has affected me negatively.
I have a phobia of the forest mirrors and the dark.
I also do not look out my window at night because the last time I
did, I saw one of the hooded figures outside waiting for me.
I remember the day vividly, it was a beautiful summer evening,
the kind that makes you want to sit outside and watch the
sunset. I was staying with my friend,
Kate at her family's Cabin in the Woods, it was a remote
location surrounded by tall trees and thick bushes.
As we sat on the porch, sipping iced tea and chatting.
I had no idea what Horrors were about to unfold.
We decided to take a walk through the woods as we often
did in the evenings. It was quiet, except for the
sound of the leaves. Rustling beneath our feet, the
sun had almost set and the Shadows were growing longer.
We walk for what felt like hours until we stumbled upon an old
abandoned house, it was hidden behind a thick patch of bushes
and I could barely make out its silhouette through the leaves.
The house was old and it looked like it hadn't been lived in for
years. Its roof was caved in and the
windows were boarded up. Kate being The Adventurous type
was eager to explore it. I on the other hand was hesitant
but I Followed her anyway, as we entered the house.
We were met with a musty smell that made me cough.
The walls were covered in a thick layer of dust and cobwebs
hung from the ceiling. It was dark except for the beams
of sunlight that streamed in through the holes in the roof.
We walk through the old living room and Kate noticed a
staircase that led to the Upper Floor.
She insisted we go up there but I didn't want to something felt
off about the house but I couldn't put my finger on it.
Reluctantly I followed her up the stairs.
As we climbed the creaky old steps, the feeling of unease
intensified, we finally reached the top floor.
And I noticed that there was only one room.
The door was partially opened, and I could see a faint light
coming from inside. Kate, pushed the door open and
we stepped inside. It was, then that I saw her, a
woman is sitting in a rocking chair, by the window looking out
at the woods. She didn't acknowledge us and I
couldn't see her face clearly, but I could tell she was old.
Kate walk. Or but I grabbed her arm pulling
her back. Something's not right here.
I whispered feeling my heart racing in my chest, just then
the woman turned around. And I gasped, her face was
twisted and anger, her eyes cold and unfeeling.
I could feel the fear rising in me as she stood up.
Staring directly at us. Kate didn't seem to notice
anything was wrong and she walked towards her hand
outstretched, but as soon as she got close, the woman lunged at
her revealing a long, sharp knife hidden behind.
Behind her back. Kate screamed as the woman threw
the knife and I was frozen in fear.
I watched in Terror as Kate fell to the ground hurt.
I tried to run, but the woman block, the door trapping me
inside. She Advanced towards me, the
knife glinting in the dim light. I was sure I was going to die,
but then I woke up, it was all just a nightmare or so, I
thought I looked around and I saw the same abandoned house
outside my window, the same woman sitting in the rocking
chair by the window. And Kate lying next to me.
Not alive. I don't know what happened that
night, whether it was real or just a dream, but one thing is
for sure, I'll never forget the terror that I felt that day and
I'll never forget the feeling of waking up to the same scene that
had haunted me in my nightmares. It was like, my mind had been
projecting my fears into reality, or maybe I had stumbled
upon something in those woods that I was not supposed to see.
I quickly called for help, but it was too late for Kate, the
authorities came and investigated.
A gated the area, but they never found any evidence of the woman
or the abandoned house. I was as if they had vanished
Into Thin Air, be incident. Haunted me for a long time.
And I struggled to come to terms with what had happened years
went by, and I tried to forget about the incident, but it
always lingered in the back of my mind.
It wasn't until one day when I was browsing through old photos,
that I found a picture of Kate and me in front of the abandoned
house, I couldn't believe my eyes as I looked at the picture,
the Woman was sitting in the rocking chair, looking out at
the woods. It wasn't just a nightmare.
It had really happened. That realization left me with a
sense of unease that I couldn't shake off.
How would we miss seeing her in the picture?
Was it a coincidence or something?
More Sinister. It was a mystery that would
never be solved since that day. I've never gone back to those
woods and I've warned anyone who would listen to stay away from
that area. The incident changed me in ways
I couldn't even explain. I don't know what the future
holds. Holds, but I know one thing for
sure. Some Mysteries are better left
unsolved and some places are better.
Left unexplored.