Everyone knows the feeling of hunger and yet some have never
seen it yourself. May have claimed to be starving,
empty famished, or hungry, but have you yourself ever
encountered the merciless beasts?
We call hunger? Have you ever considered that
the thing you call? Starving is only the fingernail
of the monster that plagues the minds and Souls of the innocent
and sane breathing down, your neck and clawing at your skin.
With Crimson covered Nails, desperate to get inside only
blocked from you gobbling down. And cheese, burgers, pizza and
doughnuts and yet a few have come close to hunger.
Some of the worst instances of mass hunger known as famines
have plagued us for centuries Ireland, 1845 Russia, 1921 China
1959. And yet even in these stages of
hunger When people's teeth were not and broken from eating
leather and dirt and animals had a feast of the bones and human
remains very few have ever seen hunger.
Few have seen the one to go. All the windigo ever feels as
hunger. That's because it is hunger.
You may have heard of the one to go or seen drawings of it.
But for the few who have seen it for most, it was the last thing
they ever saw. I haven't seen it.
No, thank God. I haven't yet the old members in
my family have stared at it in its Hollow eyes.
This is not my story. It's my father's when I was
around the age of 15, he told me to sit down next to him pointing
to the brown cloth chair. I I was old enough to know why
he never lets me set foot in the woods.
Why we never go up north, especially never, when it's
winter. I recorded it all he requested
for. That wanted a record of what
happened to him to make sure no one else went through it.
Like he did. This is what he told me.
Father story, he takes out a cigarette and clicks, a lighter
until a small Blaze and puts the small flame to his cigarette
before, starting my uncle decided it was time for me to Is
it the Great Lakes forests? He told me the woods were some
of the most beautiful in the whole country.
It took a lot of convincing until your grandfather.
Decided it was fine for me to visit the north.
Of course, when he made the decision, it was Winter by then
the winter down here is a light Breeze compared to the freeze up
in the North Pole days and dark icy nights.
It's a wonder how the Native Americans managed to survive
months of thick snow. And the creatures that came with
it. He pauses to take another puff
Of his cigarette before continuing.
This didn't stop. My uncle who had prepared in
case, we had to go during the winter for both me and him as if
we were going to the Arctic thick puffy, jackets, boots and
gloves, as well as goggles. In case, We Came Upon a storm on
a walk as well as bear spray. If we came across wild animals,
he also packed something else, it Desert Eagle, the ones, those
cops have in the movies. He didn't actually expect to use
it. It was just in case we came
across a Our links and things, got close and personal, he
pauses and stares at his right foot.
He definitely didn't think we needed it for something
different. It was around mid November.
When we took the plane to the state of Michigan, he had
purchased a standard hotel room in a small town.
He refused to say its name and we spent a few days simply
getting used to the sceneries of where we were.
My uncle was right. It was beautiful, Actually.
I don't even think the word beautiful cuts it.
I could see. The edge of the forest by my
window. The trees were tall like long
hairs protruding from the head of Mother Nature and along those
hairs light. The fleas, squirrels Chipmunks
Birds and the occasional wolf and fox would pass by before,
despairing in the shadow of the trees.
I'll tell you even now I do miss seeing the trees and watching
the wind blow, the Tall Pines and Harmony, he Sighs and puts
out his Sig on his wooden chair but I know I can never go back
there. Almost every day we went on.
X with the snow crunching beneath our feet stopping every
so often to witness the wildlife once or twice, we came across a
bear. I was scared, of course but my
uncle had faced plenty in his time living there.
So of course he knew what to do. Don't look them in the eyes.
He would whisper to me as he pulled out his bear spray just
in case and eventually it would move along searching for some
berries to eat. It was around our second week
there, when my uncle decided to take me on my first night walk,
Okay, so we put on our coats snow boots and brought along the
bear spray in Desert Eagle. It was somehow even more
gorgeous in the dark than it was in the day.
The Stars float above us like fireflies welcoming us to the
forest as the moon is big and bright as ever hovered above us.
We walked Until We Came Upon a fork in the path.
We usually would go left as it's much longer, so we could
experience the forest more. But it was a lot colder than
usual. So, my uncle decided it was best
to get back sooner rather than later.
Later, for some reason, the Colder Weather did hang in my
mind for longer than it should have.
Although the weather could be unpredictable, the weather news
where I was was more accurate than the ones down in the north.
This thought slipped my mind, eventually reasoning that every
News Channel, got it wrong, eventually.
So we continued. But as we went, it just kept
getting colder and colder by this point, my uncle repeatedly
kept looking up at the sky with a bewildered.
Look on his face. Looking up.
I saw not a Single cloud in the sky.
Nothing to indicate a snow storm was coming or anything that
would cause the weather to get this cold soon.
My uncle put me close to him to make us warmer.
It wasn't a long hike back just a mile or so then it was clear.
Something was wrong. More than the weather.
As we kept walking, we went faster.
We heard something walking around us.
My uncle jerked his head in that direction, instinctively.
Pulling out his bear spray looking past him.
I could clearly see several pairs of eyes In the shadow of
the trees moving fast and toward us, my uncle had quickly raised
the bear spray and put himself in front of me, screaming to get
back looking over. I could now clearly see, it was
a pack of wolves mouths, open panting and stamping.
Their feet on the ground creating loud cracks as the snow
fell beneath them looking up. Uncle had his finger straight on
the bear, spray trigger, ready to get them.
Then the Wolves ran right past us they were maybe 10 feet away
from us at most moving so fast. And I could feel a small gust of
wind push against my face, my uncle put down the bear spray
and looked around complete utter confusion, encompassing, his
whole face. That's when I saw more glowing
eyes, he motions his hand in a circle around him.
There had to be dozens of Critters and birds running, they
didn't even stop to look at us, they were just getting away.
All the animals. I had feared all the critters in
birds, and all sorts of things in the woods.
I had stared in amazement just days before.
All of them were running. I had never seen anything like
it in my life nor did my uncle. He decided that it was time to
go. Most likely, because whatever
the animals were running from was something that we didn't
want to come across. Now, my uncle was someone that
doesn't get scared easily from the stories.
Your grandfather told me he had faced death more times than he
could count coming across an angry Grizzly, a hungry pack of
wolves and even someone pointing a gun at him.
Even then I didn't see fear in his face.
Yes, but looking into his eyes, I could see worried and that was
all, I needed to know our normal walk had turned into a jog with
Uncle deciding that it would be faster to go off the trail,
through the woods on the trail. There was a clear opening
overhead for the light of the moon and stars to shine through
but off-trail the pine needles blocked.
Most of the light that came through with small beams
piercing the thick hide every so often my uncle just kept walking
straight towards the town. He probably just had half a mile
left when he suddenly Stopped making me bump into his back.
He didn't move didn't even make a sound.
Almost like he had stopped breathing.
Hey, I asked in a Squall, 'I voice, I looked ahead of him.
My heart pounding against my sternum as it felt like a
bicycle pump. Up ahead was the outline of a
person, though. It was too far away to see any
facial features or any features at all.
It was about 30 seconds before my uncle started backing up,
gesturing me to do the same. Hello, can we help you?
I heard a tremble, it was a small one, but it was enough to
tell me everything. I needed to know, my uncle one
of the coolest people I've ever known was scared ever.
So slowly, my uncle put his hand behind his back, moving towards
the bear spray but my eyes nearly popped out when his hand
went past the bear spray and move toward the gun, I heard a
snapping sound up ahead. I heard what sounded like a
small twig break and breaking eye contact with my uncle's
hand. I Forward back at the figure, he
had taken a step forward stepping on a small branch that
poked out of the layer of snow. And with that step, there was a
new feeling in the air. It wasn't the cold, it wasn't
fear. It was Hunger in almost lustful
amount of it. Look, my uncle said as his hand,
still gradually move towards the Desert Eagle.
We don't want any trouble. We're just trying to get back to
town. So if you could please, he
didn't get to finish his sentence.
So by this point, my father stopped looking at me instead
looking out the window. It all happened too fast.
First there were the steps fast rampant.
Each step came with a snarl. It was too fast for my uncle too
fast for me to process. What came next was The Gunshot.
It ran off the trees bouncing back into my ears, making them
ring like a church bell. He got one shot off before it
got to us. One shot off before it made him
scream. It's And in term flinging both
me and his gun to the left. Slamming me on the ground with a
loud thud which knocked the wind right out of me.
Oh God, the screams it didn't get him quickly, I didn't see it
happen but I heard the crunch of teeth going through and meeting
bone. It probably stop there for a
second to savor The Taste against.
It's rotten teeth before it continued.
I'm glad I didn't see it happen, but I could damn, well hear it
splish and splash. As Crimson was everywhere,
French After crunch came followed by popping sounds.
I don't know how long I had my eyes closed, but the sounds were
inhuman. I opened them.
I was facing away from them and looking at a light that bounced
off his silver object, the Desert Eagle.
I stood up still shaken from the fall.
The funny thing was, I wasn't scared.
My brain, must have taken a hit, making it difficult for me to
process what was happening behind me.
I took a casual step forward towards the gun, tracking the
snow With my feet and that's when the crunching stopped,
that's when I remembered where I was.
We both turned around at the same time, it's eyes met mine.
If you could call the mice, they were dark and Hollow then there
was the rest of its body. I couldn't believe the thing
that did that to, my uncle was unbelievably skinny, Its Ribs,
poked out of its chest bones clearly seen through its slender
arms and lakes. There were antlers that look
like that of a deer protruding from its head.
He pauses and thinks for Or a moment.
No, it wasn't a head, it was his skull.
That's what it looked like a skull with deer.
Antlers coming from the top of its head and even as it
crouched, I could see it was tall even towering over me and
that's tense. We both stared at each other for
what felt like hours before, it turned back around and continued
getting what was left of my uncle, it didn't even care.
I was there. Why didn't it just attack me
next? Just get it over with.
I didn't stop to ask these questions.
I just And picked up the gun and ran for a second.
I considered firing, but I don't even think bullets affected this
thing. All I knew was, I had to get
away. So I kept running, what probably
took just 10 minutes. Felt like an eternity.
And then I saw the lights of the town.
I'm going to make it, I thought hope creeping up my spine and
into my brain. And that's when I heard the
distant footsteps, I turned around for a split second and
felt that hope come crashing down all the way to my toes.
There, it was probably just 500 feet away.
I could see its eyes, they weren't glowing or anything.
They were just so dark. They stood out.
Even at night. Now, it was running fast.
I couldn't believe my eyes. I would bet all the money I have
this thing. Could easily beat a gazelle.
I turn my head back around and continued running, putting all
my strength and energy into my legs, to just get away from this
thing, but the steps just kept getting closer.
Now, I understand why it didn't get me before.
Because it knew that no matter how much I tried to run it,
would never fail to catch me and all of the sudden hit did a jolt
of pain went through my entire leg when it clamped down.
This thing had unimaginable strength to pick me up and flung
me, several dozen feet. I landed head first shock and
pain spreading throughout my entire body but soon the pain
was going away. As I felt myself slipping away
out of Consciousness in the background.
I heard it crunching. This is it.
This is how I'm Going to go. I believed it.
I truly did. But then I heard it get up.
It was my uncle. You aren't going down that easy.
Are you? The words were all I needed
every emotion in my body hopelessness fear sadness.
Despair were all replaced by one rage.
I turned around and pointed the weapon, which I managed to keep
a hold of it. Turned seemingly.
Shocked that I had a weapon in my hand but soon after it
charged I wasn't aiming for Anything in fired almost
seemingly in slow motion. I saw it Fly and go straight
into the void. That was it sighs time stop for
just a second then it's tumbled, backward, grabbing its face.
I then heard it's cream for the first time in the recording.
I saw fear Flicker and my father's eyes and then he
continues when I saw it. Opened its mouth, I expected a
monstrous Bellow or a loud shriek the what came out was
worse. It wasn't the sound of a monster
but the Of a people, hundreds of people men and women screaming
but one scream remains in my mind forever.
The only reason I can't ever forget what happened that day.
I heard a specific scream come out of its mouth.
The scream of my uncle, the rage was gone and the terror returned
I got back up and continued running towards the light.
I didn't want to get away from it.
I just wanted to get away from the horrible screaming but I
couldn't I just couldn't no matter how fast I ran.
Dream stayed the same but then it changed for.
It was no longer screaming of pain, but screams of Rage, I
continued running, I had to get away.
My leg was continuing to grow in pain.
As I continued running, my lungs went into overdrive as my body,
demanded, a huge amount of oxygen that my lungs could not
provide. I remember bursting through the
woods welcomed by the Bright Street lamps and the hard
pavement beneath my boots. When I had burst through Out of
the Woods, my body had used up. All its strength and I fell the
last memory I got before, blacking out was the Screech of
tires. A man looking over me on the
phone and before I lost Consciousness, I turned my head
and turned toward the woods. I saw it standing there, one eye
closed, staring at me. I didn't need to see its face to
know what it felt. It was angry and it was still
hungry. I woke up the next day in the
town's hospital by that time, I had been out for three days,
your grandfather had flown over. After he heard the news, I was
greeted with his tears in his warm hug.
After he saw me awake, I told him and everyone else everything
about the thing and uncle, they didn't believe me, probably
thought the number of hits I took on my head, made me imagine
a bear as a monster. They did send out a search
party, however, they didn't find it, but found what was left of
Uncle. The rumors spread he saw is that
one to go is probably still out there continuing to get innocent
people. Continuing to hate me for being
the one that got away and there's more out there more that
will not stop until they are full and they are Never full and
never will be. He pauses the most disturbing
thought I have is that of my uncle's voice in my head when
that when to go had me on the ground sometimes, I think was it
actually my uncle's voice telling me to get up or was it
that thing telling me to get up, wanting me to put up a little
more fight I guess I'll never know.
Excluding some tropical species such as coconut and banana
trees. No tree.
Can survive long, without branches.
And yet, to find all explanation, I saw a pair of
branchless oak trees in the summer of 2015.
When I use the word branchless on, not referring to a stump, or
a tree that has shed. Its leaves during the winter.
I'm talking about to 15-foot Tall Tree Trunks, both sporting
identical pointed Peaks and surfaces of jagged bark, no
branches or leaves no severed. CH stumps on the bark.
That would indicate the old Oaks had ever been anything.
Other than monolithic plants bizarre.
I chuckled not necessarily riveting dinner talk.
I know. Believe me I wouldn't be
recounting the tail if it had ended their I chose to follow
the overgrown footpath between the two pillars of bark rather
than the well maintained public footpath.
Which led far away from the ominously bear trunks.
I've always been an antagonist. So I suppose I wanted to satiate
my hungry ego by taking the Trodden path.
I know tourist, I inwardly scoffed.
Hubris, always comes before the fall, or as my son would say, I
had succumbed to main character energy.
I wish I'd taken the popular path.
I waited through leaves and Moss.
And the undergrowth crunched beneath my walking boots.
I had no intended destination in mind.
I was just looking for somewhere to set up my base camp.
I knew how to retraced my steps. I saw no harm in taking a
mystery trail from time to time. A time, I simply like to
separate myself from the world, I Venture on solo camping, trips
to clear my head. My wife and children, don't take
much interest in nature so it's not that.
I purposefully exclude them, frankly.
I thank God that they weren't with me on this particular trip
whilst camping in the middle of a clearing.
I was awoken by rustling sounds outside my tent.
I tried to ignore them squeezing my eyelids together and angrily,
attempting to force myself, back to sleep frustration quickly
turned. Fear the noises that engulfed,
my tent where unlike any I'd ever heard.
High-pitched squeals similar to trainer Souls squeaking against
a hardwood floor, were emitted from every direction heart
racing at a tremendous Pace. I sat upright and stared at the
fragile wall of material. That was separating me from
whatever unidentifiable things were out there very little
Moonlight reach the clearing thankfully.
So the Shadows that danced on the outer fabric of my tent were
indistinguishable that made it easier.
ER, to tell myself the creatures were simply foxes, they were not
foxes, I knew that I use string to build a makeshift lock for
the zipper on my tent. I didn't want anything opening
the door to my vulnerable Fortress.
After that, I lay down and waited the piercing hipping
noises eventually quieted down but I didn't immediately fall
asleep. I intended to stay awake all
night but I must have eventually passed out.
I think Tara can do that to a person in the morning.
I And to leave The Haunting woods and go home.
You can imagine my horror when I unlocked my tent door and found
that I was no longer in the forest clearing my tent had been
moved whilst, I slept more horrifyingly than that, I found
myself. Stuck in a thick cluster of
branchless trees, as far as the eye could see, I was surrounded
by those eerily raw. Nope, trunks.
I instantly packed my tent and belongings.
I weave between the densely packed trees of the New
branchless Forest in which I found myself.
No luck. I'd completely lost my bearings.
I had no idea where I'd been taken.
The branchless forest was the same in every direction.
All I could see was endless bark and when the sun began to fall
below the tip of the Treetops, I realized I'd let the wintry day
slip away from me night was approaching quickly but that
wasn't what terrified me? Most the horrid squeals had
returned as the sun dipped lower and lower the squeals multiplied
in 'loudened before long. The sound was a Open it by
rustling, bushes Panic, turn me to Stone my walking slowed and I
started to believe I would never leave the forest.
I was unbelievably happy when I found the stream, my Saving
Grace, I couldn't find it on my map, but I didn't have time to
think about the horrifying implications of that fact.
Every stream has to lead somewhere even in a dense
landscape of alien trees. I had no idea which way to walk.
So I followed the stream East, trying fervently to ignore the
cacophony. A of squeals in rustling
Shrubbery. I pressed on words I was
stumbling around in complete darkness.
At this point, guided only by the dim light of my cheap torch,
after an hour of walking, I finally found something.
Promising a cave, I didn't plan on entering it, but I welcomed
any sort of landmark that could break the monotony of ceaseless
tree trunks. My Victorious moment was
short-lived. However, as I was interrupted by
small patterning, sounds from behind me, I quivered as I
twist. Sit around and move my torch
light towards the source of the sound, finding myself gazing
Upon A terrifying gaggle of two dozen, tiny humanoid creatures.
Each one was about 30 cm tall at to Aunt, like, feelers in lieu
of eyes and brandished a ghoulish set of black fangs.
Each one also had four vaguely human arms along with to vaguely
human legs as they walked towards me, they dropped four
words and used all six limbs to Scurry like insects I backed
away incredibly slow. Olli almost too petrified to
move my torch shook violently in my near numb hand, in a flood of
sound, in a flash of Rapid movement, one of the fiendish
things, charged for my leg and make quick work of sneaking
around it. I screamed as the creature began
to constrict my limb cutting off its circulation.
The creatures friends released A Chorus of seemingly jubilant
squeals. I didn't wait for the others to
join their Brave leader. I ferociously punted the trend
sitting creature with the rear end of my torch and it Didn't
pain uncoiling from my leg body shaking and horror.
I seized my small window of opportunity and started
sprinting towards the cave mouth.
The six lend monstrosity has pursued me, rapidly closing the
gap between us. I expected them to devour me in
the entrance to the Black Chasm. I was approaching they didn't as
I fell into the nothingness of the cave.
I turned around to. Look at the now stationary group
of horrifying ant people, they were just standing at the
entrance of the cave and watching it was as if they were
too afraid to step inside and I really should have paid more
attention to that. I his like a sand, timer, being
flipped upside down erupted from the deepest point of the
cavernous pit, I shuddered but I realized I had two options.
I could either face certain death from the ant people at the
door to the cave or I could risk.
Whatever lay in wait there wasn't really a choice but I
chose the latter, my torch barely illuminated the few yards
in front of me. So I was mostly Wandering in
Pitch Blackness that hissing creature was suddenly entirely
silent. The only sound in the cave was
that of my echoing footsteps. Even the ant people had ceased
their squealing. What did they fear in the heart
of? That Dreadful place that was
when I saw it? The cave itself was not
particularly big. It was more of a room that a
home and I stumbled into the room of the ghastliest thing
I've ever seen. The ant people paled in
comparison, my Torchlight could scarcely, do justice to the The
enormous being before me in the very far corner of the cave
about 100 feet from the entrance was a ten-foot tall insect
actually. No, I don't think it was an
insect much like the ant people. It possessed some
characteristics of certain insects and arachnids, but this
creature was a beast onto its own.
The thing was essentially just six hairless legs.
Similar to those of a human other than the length and the
pointed ends instead of feet at first glance, it seemed like a
spider with two missing. But I quickly ascertain that the
creature had no discernible body, its body was its legs.
The thing had no head, it's six limbs met at a central point but
there was no indication of any torso that would contain organs
or sensory tools. Yet the creature certainly
lived, and it's certainly sense to me.
It's horrifying, six leg started to tentatively crawl.
Towards the source of the Torchlight.
I wasn't going to wait around for another monster to seize my
body and devour it. I scanned the walls of the cave
looking for a hiding spot in the other back corner.
There was a cluster of rocks. If I could just crawl in there,
I might be Out Of Reach. I thought I sprinted at a speed.
I didn't know I could reach the six-legged thing.
Hurdled after me its limbs, making a horriffic, clicking
sound as they galloped across the stones.
Beneath them diving for a gap behind the Rocks.
I crawled out of reach and put my torch light onto the
creature, which lay beyond my Rocky Fortress.
The thing Unleashed a menacing howl, and proceeded to The sharp
ends of its fleshy limbs at the holes between the Rocks.
Fortunately, the rock shielded me, but the wait until sunrise
was unbearably long as daylight began to fill the cave.
I squinted through the cracks in my Rocky wall and I was fairly
certain. The ant people had vanished, I
had a plan but I only had one shot at making it.
Work searching in my rucksack. I found what I needed a flare.
I just had to hope it would scare away.
The six-legged thing that was valiantly attempting to turn me
into Minced meat, not pausing to make any more plans or rethink
my decision. I lit up the flare.
It worked the creature. Wailed in Terror backing away
into, it's original corner of the cave to escape the scorching
blaze of the flare in my hand. I heard Lee scrambled free of
the rocky Fortress, keeping the flare in front of me and I ran
to the entrance of the creatures Den.
I was determined not to spend another day in that nightmarish
Forest. I followed the stream, the other
way, after hours, and hours of King, I finally found something
that briefly stifled, the fear, in my heart, I found trees with
branches and leaves, recognizing my surroundings.
I managed to retraced my steps and find the original overgrown
path. That I followed through the to
branchless trees, the trees that started that mess.
I've never talked about this incident to anyone.
I couldn't find that Forest of branchless, trees the stream
where the cave on any map. I don't know how I stumbled upon
it. I don't know how I escaped from.
It, I only know one thing. If you ever see a branchless oak
tree walk away, I've always loved Birds going on
Hikes pointing them out to my family.
They've always been such fun creatures.
Every winter break my family sends me to my uncle Jack's
little cabin with my notebook so I can take a break from high
school. They never let me keep my phone
and anytime anything comes up, I notify him immediately sounds
like a terrible idea, right? I've been doing this for a few
years now and luckily, nothing bad has happened.
Well, until this one for Friends.
My uncle is the strongest and smartest man.
You'll ever meet retired soldier at least three medals won for
his courage. You know, the type if you was
dropped in a rainforest for a week, he'd survived by drinking
python Venom and spearing for piranhas.
If you whipped out a phone in front of him, he would point out
every little thing and asked about it.
I love him to bits. We're both a little estranged
with our families. So he became like a second
father to me. He lives in a quaint little
cabin in some Washington. Rainforest.
There's a single dirt road that you exit onto when you leave the
highway and after maybe an hour, you'll arrive at his little
wooden home. My aunt passed away a few years
ago, which I think is why my mom always sends me to his house.
And so, she did, as I played games on my phone, in the back
seat, my mom looked a little distressed as she drove through
the dirt path. Apparently, my uncle had been
acting a little odd, which she chalked up to old age, but she
knew her brother will, and it was the first sign.
Things wouldn't go how I'd hoped he was normal when we first
arrived and for a good few days things were just as they should
have. Been my uncle would enforce a
curfew strictly at 9:00 before pulling me out of my bed at 6:00
in the morning. I would watch Birds on Hikes and
draw them in my notebook. While my uncle told jokes about
the Marines. I had heard them a thousand
times before, of course, but just the sound of my uncle's
voice was pleasant. It wasn't until the fourth day
of my week-long trip. That I noticed what my mom was
talking about About you would mutter under his breath stare at
the sky at night when he thought I wasn't looking and for my
uncle silence was rare. His hearty laughter and
confident demeanor were noticeably missing throughout
the day. By the time the sun was setting.
My uncle changed the curfew 26. There would be no leaving the
house after the sun had set, even though he was usually
strict, he had never missed out on cooking, s'mores while
playing his Banjo by the campfire.
Not once that night, as I read my book under my My flashlight.
I glanced out the window. Only to see a pair of Bright
Eyes, staring, right back at me. I knew it was Wildlife, but my
uncle's Behavior had made me a little edgy.
The next day when I asked about it, he told me that it was a fox
and that their eyes would shine an ominous red at night.
It wasn't for a few days until I remembered that foxes didn't
live in this area of Washington. The next day, my uncle looked
visibly nervous. He told me that he would be
going hunting and he wouldn't be back until evening.
There were cheese crackers in the pantry.
If I got hungry he would be back soon.
Don't go out too far until he gets back.
The usual at this point. I was extremely nervous alone to
watch over his cabin. After he left.
I looked around a little this feeling this horrible unease,
that I was somehow being watched creeped into my soul.
This wasn't a prank. The only pranks my uncle had
ever. Done were filling my shoes with
dirt and letting a spider loose in my bed sheets.
I knew I was alone but the Ealing wouldn't go away after
looking around for a bit in the same spot where I had seen the
eyes last night were tracks, human tracks to Bare footprints
in the dirt. My uncle didn't come back that
night. I've only pulled three
all-nighters without sleep and that was one of them.
I stayed awake, my whole night with my curtains drawn, to
afraid to see what might be watching.
On the other side, I hid underneath my covers, the wind
howling outside. I was comforted by the fact that
if something was outside it, Be suffering in the 20 degree,
windy weather. I spent the whole day reading
too, afraid to go out my stomach slightly woozy from the diet of
peanut butter, and jelly sandwiches with crackers, by
night time, my uncle still hadn't, come back the next day.
My mom would come to pick me up. But sadly, that isn't all that
happened. I remember exactly how the night
went that maybe 10:00 at night. I heard a knock on the door, my
uncle. Kept a key underneath the
frayed. Welcome mat.
He never knocked. T', his boisterous self,
wouldn't let him knock on the door of his own house silently.
I made my way to my bathroom, locking the door behind me,
making sure that there weren't any windows in it.
I was clutching an aluminum bat, that my uncle never used for the
vague, hope that if someone or something got into the house, I
could defend myself. The knocking got more violent.
Something was slamming on the door, then, as abruptly as it
started. It stopped.
Then I heard it again. This time, it was on the Other
side of the house, glass shattering a loud thud.
You my heart was pumping. I turned off the light in the
bathroom is footsteps. Creaked on the floor boards
outside it walked right by my door, a shadow blocking the
light from filtering in the bottom of the door frame.
I knew better than to make noise.
They hung around for a good few hours.
My adrenaline wore out after a while with just pure fear
remaining if only my uncle was there.
Luckily I had turned off the light in my room.
Umm there was nothing that signified I was in the house,
but I still held my breath until they scampered back out the
window, at least, that was what it sounded like.
I didn't take the risk of leaving.
I slept in the bathtub that night.
The next morning, I woke up to my mom yelling and knocking on
the door. Opening the bathroom door, the
floor was covered in red liquid, a trail of sticky, Crimson still
damp on the wooden floor. I nearly threw up running to the
door. My mom stood in front of me.
Raged at how I hadn't responded. Where was Uncle Jack.
Why did I sleep in so late? I just hugged her sobbing.
I didn't know what happened or why she pretty quickly realized
that things weren't normal after taking a look, inside the cabin.
She called the local police. I still remember, the cold
interrogation room? Where was I that night?
What happened to my uncle? Whose blood was on the floor?
I answered everything. Honestly, my eyes blurred with
tears and my my nose clumped with snot.
It was horrible. I was dismissed as a suspect.
I think they felt bad for me. Crying my eyes out in front of
them. It's been a year after multiple
searches, none of the local authorities could find my uncle.
He was well and truly gone. His house got shut down.
I spent this winter break at home.
Remembering what happened? I don't think I'll ever forget,
my Uncle Jack and his cabin in the woods and I don't think I'll
ever truly know what happened in that Forest.
East, maybe it's better that way.
I don't think I want to know what happened that night.
My life is boring. I'm a student at a boring
University in a boring town, in my free time, I usually sit in
my tiny boring student room with my boring computer having to
listen to my boring roommate and her boring.
Boyfriend's loud conversations for a long while.
I have felt that my life is too routine.
I do the same boring crap every single day.
I felt a need for more excitement in my life.
Since I was 15 I have always been interested in places that
most people do not really. No of places that have stood
abandoned for many years places that if you enter them, you
stand the risk of getting arrested reading about these
places on Reddit, always excited me.
I wanted to go to them, I wanted the adrenaline and fear that
came with them watching other people on YouTube.
Exploring old hotels, warehouses malls are even bowling.
Alleys made me jealous. I watch people getting chased by
dogs or cops people finding creepy items are encountering
homeless addicts and that only made me.
Want to visit an abandoned Place more because my life was so
boring. The adrenaline was very alluring
to me. And so, I did some research, I
had only been a student at my university for a couple of
months. I was in a new town with new
places to explore after doing some Googling.
I found out that there in fact was an abandoned place where I
live, not too far from me. Of course, I was intrigued, I
needed to spice up my life and unlike other people, my age.
I did not want to do that by partying or hook.
Going up. I wanted to spice my life up by
adding some danger to it from what I read the place did not
seem that special, it was not an entire hotel or some Mall.
It was only an old underground tunnel that used to be a passage
for car traffic. It felt like the perfect place
for a beginner to explore. It had not been in use for over
20 years, and it seemed that, not that many Urban explorers
have been there before me. I have some friends, but none of
them would ever be interested in putting themselves in danger,
just to seek something. All my friends are the kind of
people who like to sit in a circle while drinking and
playing games that can be fun, of course, but it is not very
exciting. So I went alone, stupid
decision. I know I am a young and short
female, who decided to go to an abandoned place after dark on my
own. I was naive and thought that
nothing could ever happen to me. But something did and after my
experience you best believe that I will not explore a loan or at
all ever. Again, it was a Weakened night,
when I decided to take my bike and go to the tunnel with me.
I brought a flashlight an army knife, pepper spray and my
camera. At least I brought some
protection, right? But that did not help me from
getting traumatized, maybe for life.
It had already gotten dark out in before leaving.
I check the time on my computer monitor.
It was 2204. So not that late.
This was during Autumn though. So the natural light had run out
for the day. I left my room and lock the door
after me. My roommate is a nice girl but I
don't fully trust her yet. Hence, locking it.
When I left, she had the door to her room open as always.
And therefore saw me leaving. I did not tell her where I was
going, only that I was taking a walk.
Once I got out of my apartment building I unlocked my bike and
started my journey towards the tunnel.
I had found the coordinates on light and was finding my way to
them with the help of Google Maps on my phone to get there.
I had to bike through a wooded area.
The path was not let Up, the only reason that I could see
anything was because of my bike light.
It was scary, but I enjoyed the fear.
At least I was feeling something.
I thought it was great. I already felt more alive and I
had not even reached my destination.
Yet suddenly my GPS said to turn left into the woods.
It would have been impossible to take my bike because there was
no path and the terrain did not seem friendly.
Therefore I left my bike on the path and locked it.
I turn my bike light off and suddenly I Standing in complete
darkness, the only sound was the wind blowing the leaves and some
ruffling of trees from a deer or something.
I took a deep breath and turned on the flashlight that I had
brought with me. It was a cheap flashlight.
And the light emitted was far from satisfactory.
I could really only see a couple of meters in front of me,
nothing scary had really happened yet, but I still felt
uneasy. I started to regret coming there
but thought that I might as well get to the tunnel quickly.
I started to make my way through.
Through the forest, I felt scared and sort of observed, in
reality, I knew that no one was out there.
It was 10:30 at night in the middle of the forest on a
weekend. No one was crazy.
Enough to take a stroll at this time.
Except for me, I guess eventually, I reached the
tunnel. If I wasn't scared before, I
definitely was, now the inside of the tunnel was dark and
seemed to go on forever. The outside was covered with
demonic symbols and of course, weird objects spray-painted on
the wall. All above the tunnel.
Someone had written stay out or be ended in red paint.
None of this made me want to leave, though.
I just figured that some bored teenagers from the town had
painted it all. To be fair, there was not a lot
to do around here with that. I entered, the tunnel the ground
and there was slightly damp and I could hear dripping sounds
around me. Stupidly enough, I was wearing
sneakers and the dirty liquid from the ground, made them
soaked right away. I still kept going, I would just
clean the shoes. Later, the graffiti from outside
the tunnel continued on the tunnel walls with more cryptic,
symbols and warnings. I kept going knowing that this
was something that was common in abandoned places.
The tunnel was not that interesting, to be honest, sure
it was thrilling being there at night, but there were not a lot
of things to discover a pit started to form in my stomach.
I did not really know why nothing had happened to make me
scared, but something just did not feel, right?
I shine my light on one of the tunnel walls.
And immediately jumped back. And I am embarrassed to say, let
out a high pitch scream, which echoed through the tunnel.
I thought I had seen a ghost or something, but after looking at
the wall, I could see that it was just a demonic looking face
painted on there. I chuckled a little to myself.
How could something so stupid? Have scared me like that.
I must have really been on edge. My momentary relief, was quickly
gone when I shined my flashlight on the ground in front of the
face there on the ground. I could see some dirty blankets
and a Pillow at the time. I couldn't understand why it was
there, but it definitely freaked me out a bit with someone living
in this tunnel. I started to feel very uneasy
again and wanted to leave. I took a photo of the face and
the bed just to document that I had been there and started to
walk towards the exit. That is when I heard footsteps
coming into the tunnel, that was scary enough.
But what made it worse was that they came from the direction I
had come from the direction which was my way out, I froze
for a Not knowing what to do eventually.
Before the person could get any closer, I snapped, out of my
haze and started running the other way further into the
tunnel. This seemed like my best option
at the time and knowing what I know.
Now I can confirm that it was when I started running.
So did the other person? I could hear the footsteps
speeding up behind me while running.
I started to take my army knife, out of my pocket.
I know that running with a knife in itself is dangerous, but at
least I could protect myself. If, if the person caught up to
me, the tunnel was not as long as I thought and eventually I
reached its other end in my Panic State.
I had not noticed that the footsteps behind me had
prevailed, but once I had left the tunnel, I noticed it still,
I kept running at that moment. I thought that I had to get back
to my bike. So I started going through the
forest, running beside the hill, which the tunnel went through
during my run at various moments.
I could swear that I heard branches breaking around me.
It might have been Paranoia though, because it would not
have been possible for the person to catch up to me at this
point. When I found the path were my
bike stood again. I felt a small sense of relief.
Once I reached the bike I quickly unlocked it and raced
home not until I reached my apartment building.
Did I start to calm down slightly?
That is when I noticed a note in my bicycle basket, I put my bike
away and ran into my dorm room with the note in hand, once I
had locked the door behind me, I sat down.
I was still In a State of Shock at this point.
Had someone really just chased me why did I put myself in such
danger slowly? I opened up the note, the
contents of it was short, but terrifying.
Hello. Pretty girl.
I have not met you yet but I am excited to do.
So the fact that this was left in my bicycle basket means that
this person must have been somewhere in the forest.
Observing me while I left my bike if not, how did they know
that? I was a girl, the note was not
exactly threatening With context.
It was definitely uring this person had been by themselves in
the forest at night, observing me and then following me, thank
God, I noticed there Footsteps in time.
Otherwise I might not have been writing this right now.
I still don't know who chased me that night and I will not be
going back to find out. I assume that the person who
chased me is the same person who lives in the tunnel.
Just think about what kind of state you must be in to find
shelter in such a place either. This person was on drugs or in a
Very bad mental state. Probably both after this
experience, I am definitely not going anywhere by myself at
night. And to the person who might be
reading this, do not go to abandoned places alone, no
matter how thrilling or enticing, it might seem it is
not worth the risks. I don't know how long it's been.
I don't remember when we left only that, we've been on this
rafting trip too long, a little background, me and my friend,
Milo have been rafting and camping on a very rural stretch
of river for days, we haven't seen another person in so long.
A few days ago, I stepped out of my tent and saw Milo standing by
the River Bank. I started to walk over to him,
but for some reason I felt I shouldn't something about him
was rung. I stepped back and relieve
myself. Of on a tree, I watched him for
a while but he never moved. I figured he just couldn't sleep
and went back into my tent. The next day, he had huge purple
bags, under his red eyes, I attempted conversation a few
times but he murmured something unintelligible and I left him
alone, I started to load up the boats with our gear, but he just
sat there, gently rocking back and forth.
Hey, Milo, we're about to head out.
The boats are set. He slowly turned his head to
look at me. Like a deranged Asylum.
Patient in a movie. Leave me here.
He must be joking. I thought not.
Come on, man. You all your stuff is on green.
Green was the name of his worn raft.
It was a faded olive color. I don't need it.
He said eerily calm as he turned back towards the forest.
Milo you're being a weirdo. Let's go.
I laughed nervously. Suddenly he whipped his head
around and screeched at me in this voice.
I had never heard him. Use I said to leave me here.
I was legitimately Mellie scared at this point.
This was nothing like him. Okay, dude, chill, I'll take off
on mine. Meet me at campsite three.
He stared at me. Those horrible, eyes, pierced my
soul, no response. See you later?
I said as I pushed my raft into the brown swirling water.
I hopped on and drifted down the river away from the island where
I left him. I spent two nights at that
place. Before I went back for Milo, I
never should have done that after a full day of paddling
Upstream, I was mad and my arms hurt.
But I was at the island, Milo, I yelled searching wearily.
I heard heavy racket breathing in some Bush like a dying animal
him. Milo is that you buddy?
I asked softly peeling, away branches, a hand rushed out of
the branches. And grabbed me with a strong
grip, the skin was pale and covered in cuts and dried scabs.
The skin stretched over painfully.
He wheezed at me, stay here, I tried to jump back.
What the hell man? You Let go his grip weakens and
the Hand slid off of me. Don't resist it.
Stay. I freaked out and ran towards
the bank, but the lazy stretch of river.
I had traveled on before was now, flowing rapidly dragging
our boats with it. No, I screamed collapsing to the
ground, the black waves seem Jagged as they lapped at my feet
reflecting the distant Starlight.
I hadn't even noticed the sun go down.
It seemed like it was evening just seconds ago.
No, I'm screwed. Dude, I paste along the bank
reluctant to go into the forest again.
I finally settled on a spot by the tree.
I had previously set up a tent next to I was just closing my
eyes when I heard uneven footsteps and that same ragged
breathing, it was him. Everything about him was, I
don't know how to describe it. He staggered to the bank and out
of the swirling, water a creature Rose.
It's horrifying head, broke, the surface and slowly came towards
Milo, it drew itself, higher out of the water.
It's glowing, blank eyes were set deep into its head.
Like round white pearls, that lost their shine centuries ago.
It looked like a huge eel. Almost with moist skin.
So dark it seemed to suck light out from around it.
It's slightly open. Mouth was filled with thin
needle-like teeth transparent and an uneven Rose along its
long jaw. It had a glowing sort of lantern
hanging from its chin as big as a human's head and more glowing
spots along the sides of it's ridiculously gigantic neck Milah
walked towards Is it? I wanted to scream but the
breath wouldn't. Leave my frantically fluttering
lungs after Milo's had submerged the creature sank back down into
the river. Following him I don't know what
happened but the Whispers started a few hours ago The
Whispers haven't stopped. It has been a day.
I don't remember when they started.
I think I'm going insane. The Whispers they sound so
inviting. I am going into the river
tonight. Any fate is better than this to
buy.