I have always been cautious of the forest knowing my limits and
never going too far when I don't know.
The area. When I was younger, I lived in a
place where my backyard was the woods, I have always loved them
and cherish the memories I have had in the Embrace of the trees.
But recently something happened, I am figuring out where to begin
since. I haven't told anyone this, if I
go to the police, they'll wave me off and ignore me.
So, I am at a loss for the right words, even though this is a
story platform, I would love Recommendations and ideas of
people I can go to, if anyone can help.
But anyway, I love autumn and everything that comes with it,
the temperature change the leaves, and the brisk air that
goes into your lungs and fills you with a warmer feeling.
I love it enough to take time off, work on an annual hiking
trip. I live in Alberta only to take a
trip back to Saskatchewan in September going north and
walking through the bush. I am gone for a few days before
returning home. But whatever, I usually tented
For about 31 miles. I have been doing this for the
past six years and do not regret it.
I just got back from my hiking trip and strongly feel the need
to write this. I drove down a week ago and
parked alongside the highway getting up in venturing.
And with a GPS, my phone a book and any food I needed, it is
always peaceful with the initial few steps feeling great.
As I walk in starting my trip, I walked for the better part of
the day stopping a few times to eat and drink water as I walk
nearly E 12 miles on the first day.
I pitched the tent and headed in for the night.
Only to hear rustling and moving about 50 feet away, I got up
looking out at the woods and couldn't see anything at first,
the fire I had set up hadn't gone out yet.
So I watched for a few minutes. When I finally saw what looked
like a humanoid figure stepping back into the Shadows, I
screamed out to them and got no reply.
So I figured I was tired and just needed sleep.
So I did the following day I got up and kept.
Walking having everything packed up as I continued on, it was a
typical day. As I had only seen a deer and a
bear from a distance, I thought nothing of the previous night.
As I took another 12 mile hike stopping for the night.
Again, the second night was hell, every few hours.
I started hearing whispers, I initially thought it was a bunch
of stupid teens pranking me but now that I am 24 miles in the
woods, I have no idea what the noises were.
They spoke in a low mutter waking me up a few times.
Times as I kept getting a chill down my spine.
The first time I woke up to it, I open the tent and saw
absolutely nothing. The fire had gone out and the
trees were dark. I kept watching the trees
expecting to see someone hiding, but I saw nothing.
So I went back to bed. I woke up a few hours later and
heard someone muttering a few meters away from my tent.
The Mumble was low in Grizzly but it was human.
I ripped open the door and stared seeing nothing for a
moment before catching Humanoid creature running away on all
fours in my sight. Now, believe me when I say I
thought I was going crazy, I felt tired.
So I chalked it up to a nightmare mixed with reality
falling back asleep. The next day I packed my stuff
and started heading back to the truck.
It was going to be a 24 mile hike.
So I walked quicker than usual. I passed many landmarks and only
a few hours before noticing something was off.
One of my landmarks was a clearing.
It felt artificial. But I didn't think anything of
it as I passed through the first time now on my way back.
I stopped before the clearing freezing almost at site before
me, there were random limbs eschewed of branches on trees
and a red liquid in every direction around the clearing.
I know this was not here before I know I would be able to see
this and this was done professionally.
It felt like a ritual or Shrine as I walked through it maybe
even a battlefield where the bodies were just left to rot.
I made my way through this taking a picture too.
Authorities. Once I got out, maybe five miles
after that site. I saw one of the most terrifying
displays. I hope to ever witness when I
was walking suddenly ahead of me maybe 50 feet or so a man,
wearing a black suit Stood. Still staring straight at me
with his arms resting in front of him.
Almost standing at attention, it felt unnatural and bizarre.
I slowly walked closer and shouted out to him.
Hello, no response. I chuckled nervously to myself.
Self and spoke getting closer. Um, what are you doing?
No response. Now I felt something was
severely off. I changed my trajectory and was
planning on walking past him. He was creepy, and kept looking
at me. I had a horrible feeling in my
gut. As I started picking up the pace
suddenly, the guy dropped to his hands and feet staring and
contorting his body before letting out a weird crackly
breath. I also heard the rustling of
leaves surrounding me as I looked around and realized Last,
he was not the only one. There was someone behind me and
to my left and right. Everyone is wearing suits and
getting on all fours. Breathing harshly suddenly there
was silence. All of them, stopped breathing
and simply stared at me, looking back.
I realized that every one of their eyes turned white in the
few seconds of Silence. I looked around now jogging to
get out of this messed-up Diamond.
Then with minimal sound, all of them started sprinting at me on
all fours, making no breathing, no, Noises or Huff's as they
silently ran through the crackling leaves.
When they started sprinting, I ran as fast as possible.
Kicking the one ahead of me in the arm and making them stagger
Iran. As I heard the leaves behind me
break in crackle under the creatures.
Limbs after an eternity of running, I listened to a ghastly
howl and a messed-up cry as the leave stop cracking and then I
only heard myself running, I kept jogging for another mile
before slowing down and turning around seeing absolutely nothing
behind And me it was terrifying and Eerie, as I walked to my
truck, got in and drove home. I cannot begin to describe this
encounter to the degree. It deserves.
I can only express the fear and uncertainty I have now
everything I have seen as improbable and I am at a loss
for words, I do not know what to do or who to tell what the hell
do I do. It was a dark and stormy night
and I was driving through the dense forest that surrounded.
My small town, I had been on the road for hours and I was
starting to feel the fatigue setting in.
I knew I needed to find a place to stop and rest for the night.
But I was in the middle of nowhere and there were no motels
or hotels in sight. As I continued on the road
started to twist and turn and the trees seem to close in
around me. The headlights of my car.
Barely penetrated the darkness and I could barely make out the
shapes of the Trees as they flew by.
I kept checking my map hoping to find some sign of civilization
but all I saw was an endless expanse of forest.
Just when I was starting to lose, hope, I saw a faint light
in the distance. It was a small flickering glow
but it was enough to give me. Hope I press down on the gas and
followed the light eager to find whatever it was that was waiting
for me. As I got closer, I realized that
the light was coming from an old run-down gas station.
It was nestled in a During among the trees and it looked like it
hadn't been used in years. The windows were all broken and
the roof was caved in despite its dilapidated State.
I was relieved to see it. I pulled up to the pumps and
turned off the engine, I sat in my car, for a moment, trying to
decide what to do. I knew I should just fill up my
tank and get back on the road, but I was so tired.
I decided to go inside and see if there was anyone who could
help me. I grab my flashlight and stepped
out into the rain. The door to the gas station was
stuck. And it took all my strength to
Wrench. It open I stepped inside my
flashlight beam, Illuminating, the dusty shelves and rusted
Machinery. It was clear that no one had
been here in a long time. I called out hoping to find
someone, but there was no answer.
I made my way to the back of the store, where I found a small
room with a cot in a sink. It was clear that someone had
been living here but there was no sign of anyone.
Now I sat down on the cot and let out a sigh.
I was just about to close my eyes, when I heard a noise, it
was a faint. Scratching sound, like something
was trying to dig its way through the wall.
I stood up my heart racing and put my flashlight to the wall.
There was nothing there, but the scratching sound continued.
It seemed to be coming from everywhere at once, and it was
getting louder and more. Insistent, I backed away from
the wall, my flashlight shaking in my hand, suddenly the
scratching stopped, there was a moment of silence and then I
heard a faint. Faint whisper.
It sounded like it was coming from right behind me.
I spun around shining my flashlight in every direction
but there was no one there. I was alone in the gas station
or so, I thought I started to back towards the door.
My flashlight beam dancing across the room.
I was almost there when I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.
I screamed and swung around ready to fight, but there was no
one there. I ran out of the gas station, my
heart pounding, in my chest, I jumped in my car.
Lock the doors, turning. The key in the ignition with
shaking hands, the engine sputters to life.
And I floored it tearing out of the clearing and back onto the
dark Road. I drove as fast as I could the
headlights of my car. Illuminating, the way, I kept
checking the rearview mirror, expecting to see something
following me, but there was nothing there.
I had no idea where I was going, but I knew I had to get as far
away from that gas station as possible.
I drove for what felt like hours, the rain, pounding
against my window. Toes in the wind howling through
the trees just when I thought I was safe, I saw a figure
standing in the middle of the road.
It was a tall thin figure with long flowing hair.
Its skin was a sickly green color and it had glowing.
Yellow eyes that seemed to pierce right through me.
I hit the brakes but it was too late.
The figure reached out with long clawed hands, and toward the
door off my car. I screamed and tried to fight
but it was no. Use the figure dragged me out of
the car and into the darkness. I struggled and kicked, but the
thing was too strong, it dragged me deeper into the forest.
It's claws. Digging into my skin.
I could feel its breath on my face as it leaned in close.
What are you? I yelled trying to break free.
I am the skinwalker it hissed. It's voice a mixture of anger
and pain. I am the guardian of these woods
and I will not let you leave a life.
I knew then that I was doomed. The skinwalker was a legendary
creature said to be able to take on the form of I'm of any animal
at desired. It was said to be able to change
its shape at will, and it was feared by all, who knew of it?
I close my eyes, expecting the worst, but instead, I felt the
skinwalkers grip. Loosen, I opened my eyes to see
it standing before me. It's claws retracted and it
sighs, no longer glowing. You have been spare.
It said it's voice. Now, soft and gentle, but be
warned, do not come back to these woods.
They are not for the likes of you with that.
The skinwalker van Into the darkness, leaving me alone on
the road. I stumbled back to my car and
drove as fast as I could. Never looking back.
I never return to those woods again and I never spoke of my
encounter with the skinwalker but I knew that it was still out
there guarding the secrets of the forest and protecting those
who respected its power. I drove for what felt like
hours, my hands shaking on the steering wheel and my heart
racing in my chest. I couldn't believe what had just
happened. I had always heard stories about
this. Skinwalker.
But I had never believed they were real.
Now, I knew the truth as the dawn broke.
I finally saw the outskirts of my town.
I was so relieved to be home. That I burst into tears, I
pulled into my driveway and stumbled out of the car.
My legs shaking beneath me, I fell to my knees on the front,
lawn my body, wracked with sobs, I had never been so scared in my
life and I didn't know how I was going to go on just when I
thought, I couldn't take it anymore, I felt a hand on my
shoulder. Looked up to see my neighbor
mrs. Jenkins standing above me with a
concerned. Look on her face.
Are you okay dear? She asked helping me to my feet.
I tried to speak, but the words wouldn't go.
I just shook my head and fell into her arms sobbing
uncontrollably. Mrs. Jenkins, let me inside.
And sat me down on the couch, she wrapped a blanket around me
and made me a cup of tea talking to me in a soothing voice as the
sun rose higher in the sky, I finally started to calm down.
Down. I told mrs.
Jenkins everything that had happened, and she listened with
a look of shock on her face. I had no idea.
She said, when I was finished, I always thought the skinwalker
was just a legend. I had no idea was real.
I nodded still feeling the fear. Coursing, through my veins.
It's real. I said, and it's out there
waiting for its next victim. Mrs. Jenkins, patted.
My hand and stood up. Well, you're safe now, she said,
and you're not going to leave this house.
Until you're feeling better. I'll make you some breakfast and
we'll figure out what to do from there.
I nodded grateful for her. Kindness.
I knew I would never forget my encounter with the skinwalker
but with mrs. Jenkins by my side.
I knew I could survive anything over the next few days.
I stayed at mrs. Jenkins house, trying to recover
from my crazy experience. She took care of me, like I was
her own child. Bringing me meals and sitting
with me. While I tried to process
everything that had happened. I knew I couldn't stay there
forever though. Eventually, I would have to go
back to my own home and face the world again, but the thought of
it filled me with Dread. I didn't know if I would ever be
able to feel safe again, knowing that the skinwalker was out
there. One morning mrs.
Jenkins walked into my room with a concerned.
Look on her face. I have some news, she said, I
think you'll want to hear it. I sat up in bed, bracing myself
for the worst. What is it?
I asked there have been some strange.
Change occurrences in the town. Mrs. Jenkins said people have
been reporting seeing strange creatures, roaming the streets
at night. Some say it's the skinwalker
back to haunt us. I felt my heart sink.
What are we going to do? I asked mrs.
Jenkins, patted my hand. We're going to stay safe.
She said, we'll lock the doors and keep the lights on.
And if we see anything strange will call the police will be
okay. I agreed with an odd feeling a
little bit better. Better mrs.
Jenkins was right. As long as we were careful, we
would be okay over the next few weeks.
I stayed with mrs. Jenkins, trying to put the
skinwalker out of my mind, I knew it was still out there but
I tried to focus on the present and not let my fear consume me
one night. As I was sitting on the couch
watching TV, I heard a knock on the door.
Mrs. Jenkins, and I looked at each other, our eyes wide with
fear. Who Could That Be?
She whispered, he Shrugged my heart racing.
We both knew it could be the skinwalker come to finish.
What it? It started.
Mrs. Jenkins, stood up her face determined, I'll go see who it
is. She said, I watched as she
walked to the door, my heart in my throat, she opened it a crack
and peeked out. Then let out a sigh of relief.
It's the police. She said opening the door all
the way. Two officers walked in their
faces serious. We're here about the skinwalker
one of them. Said I looked up my heart
pounding. And what about it?
I asked we've been getting reports of strange creatures
roaming the streets at night. The officer said, we think it
might be the skinwalker, I nodded feeling a sense of dread
wash over me. I know I said I've seen it, the
officers looked at me with surprise, you have.
One of the masked I nodded it attacked me on the road but then
it let me go. I don't know why, but it's out
there and it's dangerous, the officers looked at each other.
Back at me, we'll take your warning.
Seriously, one of them said, we'll keep an eye out for the
skinwalker and do our best to keep the town safe.
I nodded feeling a sense of relief, wash over me.
I knew I would never forget my encounter with the skinwalker,
but at least. Now I knew that others were
aware of the skinwalker and I was determined to live my life
to the fullest. I made a promise to myself to
always be aware of my surroundings and to be cautious.
But I also vowed to not let fear, hold me back.
I knew that the skinwalker was still out there but I also knew
that I was Stronger than it was as the years passed.
I never forgot about the skinwalker, but I also never saw
it again. And even though I knew it was
still out there lurking in the shadows, I also knew that I was
ready to face it if it ever came for me again.
It all started on a dark and stormy night, but we were out in
the middle of nowhere camping in a national park, with no
electricity or cell service. We had planned this trip for
months. A group of old College friends,
excited to reconnect and spend some quality time in nature as
the rain pounded against the tent.
I tried to ignore the creeping sense of unease that had settled
in my stomach. I told myself it was just the
howling wind in the rustling trees, but deep down, I knew
there was something more Sinister at Play.
The others were huddled around the campfire trying to keep warm
and pass the time with stories and jokes but I couldn't shake
the feeling that we were being watched.
I kept catching glimpses of movement in the shadows fleeting
figures darting just beyond the edge of the fire late, I tried
to brush it off as My Imagination Running Wild, but as
the night wore on the strange occurrences only seem to
escalate strange noises echoed through the woods.
Eerie Whispers that seem to follow us wherever we went.
And then there was the smell Mel, a sickly-sweet stench that
seemed to hang in the air clinging to our clothes and
skin. I knew we had to leave to get as
far away from this place as possible, but it was too late.
We were trapped and whatever was out there in.
The darkness was closing in on us as the night wore on the
strange noises around our tents. Only seem to get louder and more
ominous. It was as if whatever was out
there was trying to taunt us to let us know that it was watching
and waiting one of our group, a nervous and high-strung Guy.
I'm Dave started to panic. He insisted that we pack up and
leave right then and there no matter the weather but the rest
of us were too scared to venture out into the storm not knowing
what might be lurking in the shadows.
So we huddled together in our tents, trying to block out the
noise and pretend that everything was okay, but it
wasn't long before. Things took a turn for the
worse. It was the middle of the night.
When we heard the screens, they were distant at first muffled by
the rain and the wind, but as they grew louder and more More
frenzied. It was clear that something was
terribly wrong. We rushed out of our tents
stumbling through the mud and the Darkness towards the sound.
And that's when we saw it, a figure silhouetted against the
trees, it was Dave, or at least it looked like him.
But there was something off about him, something twisted and
unnatural before, we could even react the figure lunged at us a
primal scream, ripping from its throat.
We scattered running in every direction are only thought to
get as far away from that thing as When we regrouped panting and
shaking, we realize that one from our group was missing.
It was Sarah a quiet and unassuming girl who had always
seemed to fade into the background, but now she was
nowhere to be found. And we knew what the sinking
sense of dread that whatever had taken Dave had also taken her we
had to get out of there to escape whatever Horrors were
lurking in the woods but as we stumbled through the underbrush,
the storm raging around us. We couldn't shake the feeling
that we were being hunted and we knew Knew that we were running
out of time as the storm raged on, we became hopelessly lost in
the woods, the rain and the wind had disoriented us and we had no
idea which way to turn we wandered for what felt like
hours. Our flashlights, barely piercing
the darkness, as we stumbled over roots and rocks, we were
exhausted. Our nerves frayed to the
breaking point and that's when we heard it, the sound that sent
a chill down our spines, it was a faint wine, barely audible
over the storm, but it was enough to send Just running in
the opposite direction. We set up camp in a clearing
huddled together in our tents as the rain, pounded the roof, but
it wasn't long. Before we realized that we were
down another member of our group, it was Gary a Burly guy
with a hearty laugh in a quick wit he had been assigned to keep
watch and now he was gone. We searched the surrounding area
calling out his name and Shining our flashlights into the
darkness but there was no sign of him.
No, trace of where he might have gone.
It was as if he had simply vanished Into Thin Air.
We were terrified our nerves stretched to the breaking point.
We knew we had to get out of there, but we had no idea how
the storm had knocked out. Our GPS and our phones were dead
leaving us completely cut off from the outside world.
As the night dragged on, WE huddled together in our tents,
listening to the howling wind and the creaking trees we knew
that whatever was out. There was still watching us
waiting for its moment to strike and we knew that we were running
out of time. I knew we had to leave to escape
whatever Horrors were lurking in the woods.
So we gathered our things and set out into the storm are only
thought to put as much distance between us and that curse place
as possible. We ran through the woods, our
feet pounding, the Soggy ground as the rain poured down around
us. We were cold and wet and
terrified but we didn't dare stop.
We knew that whatever was out. There was still following us,
still waiting for its chance to strike and then we saw it, a
faint, glimmer of light in the distance.
We stumble towards it, Hope Rising in our chest.
As we realized that it was an abandoned cabin.
We rushed inside, grateful for the shelter and the relative
safety at offered. The cabin was small and cramped,
but it was dry and relatively warm, we huddled around a small
wood stove, trying to get some much-needed, rest as the storm
raged on outside. But we knew we couldn't stay
there for long. We had to figure out a way to
get out of the woods to find help and get as far away from
that place as possible. We searched Cabin for supplies,
searching for whatever. We could find to help us on our
journey as the night wore on. We started to formulate a plan.
We would set out at first, light following the river Downstream
until we found civilization, it wasn't much of a plan, but it
was all we had we settled in for the night huddle together for
warmth and comfort, as we tried to get some rest.
But even as we drifted off, we knew that we couldn't let our
guard down, whatever was out. There was still out there and we
knew that it was only A a matter of time before it came for us as
the night wore on, we continue to search the cabin for anything
that might help us on our journey.
And that's when we found it a map, and a compass hidden away
in a secret compartment. We poured over the map, trying
to get our bearings, and figure out the best route to take.
It wasn't easy, the storm had disoriented us and we had no
idea how long we had been wandering in the woods, but with
the help of the map and the compass, we were finally
starting to get our bearings as we searched.
We came across a journal lying on the ground, it was old and
tattered, the pages, yellowed and brittle.
But as we started to read, we realized that it was a warning,
the journal, described a skinwalker, a terrifying
creature, that roamed, the woods, preying on unsuspecting
Travelers, it could take on any form, disguising itself.
As one of us before tearing us apart, we were terrified.
Our nerve stretched to the breaking point.
We knew we had to get out of there to escape whatever Horrors
were lurking in the woods, but as as we prepared to leave, we
couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched.
We gathered our things and set out into the storm.
Our only thought to get as far away from that place as
possible, we followed the map and the compass, keeping to the
shadows and trying to stay as quiet as possible.
But we knew that the skinwalker was out there, stalking us
through the woods and we knew that it was only a matter of
time before it caught up to us. We knew we had to leave the
cabin to put as much distance between us and the skinwalker is
possible. So we gathered our things and
set out into the storm are only thought to get out of the woods
and find help. As we trudged through the
underbrush, we could feel the skinwalker following us.
We could hear its footsteps pounding the ground, it's hot
breath. On the back of our necks we ran
as fast as we could. Our hearts racing in our breaths
coming and gasps but somehow we managed to outrun it as the
storm began to he's in the sun started to peek through the
clouds. We saw a glimmer of hope on the
horizon it was at Town a small cluster of buildings nestled in
a valley below. We rushed towards it, our feet
pounding, the ground, as we stumbled down the hill and when
we finally reached the town, we collapsed in exhaustion, tears
of relief streaming down our faces.
We called for help screaming and waving our arms until someone
finally noticed us and as The Rescuers rushed towards us, we
knew that we were finally safe. We had survived the skinwalker
but we knew that we would never forget the terror of that night
in the woods. I had always been an avid hiker,
but this trip was turning out to be something else entirely my
friends. And I had set out on a
challenging trail that promise, stunning views and a good
workout, but as the hours passed things started to feel off, we
had been following the markers and checking our map.
But somehow we kept ending up back at the same spot it was as
if we were walking in circles no matter how hard we tried to stay
on track, the sun was starting to set and a feeling of unease
settled over our Group as the light began to fade, we decided
to make camp and figure out our next move in the morning.
But as we settled in for the night, something even stranger
happened, one minute, it was Dusk.
And the next it was broad daylight.
I couldn't explain it, but it was, as if time had skipped
forward, we were all disoriented and confused but we knew we had
to keep moving. We packed up our things and set
off. Again, hoping to find some sign
of civilization, but as the day wore on it became Sure, that we
were truly lost, the sense of being followed was palpable and
we couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched.
I tried to stay positive and keep my friends calm but it was
getting harder and harder to ignore the creeping sense of
Terror that seemed to surround us.
We were deep in the wilderness now and there was no telling
what might be out there. I just hope that we would find
our way back home safely as the night dragged on it felt like it
was lasting twice, as long as it should have.
We were all on edge. Listening for any sign of
danger, but it wasn't until we set up camp.
That things really took a turn for the worse, as we huddled
around the campfire, trying to stay warm and draw some comfort
from the flickering Flames. We started to hear noises
footsteps, rustling in the underbrush.
The snapping of tweaks, it was impossible to tell where the
sounds were coming from, but it was clear that we were not
alone, we tried to stay calm and rational, but fear was starting
to get the better of us. We huddled closer together
trying to make Ourselves a smaller Target is possible but
no matter what we did, the noises seem to be getting closer
and closer. I don't know how long we stayed
like that waiting for the dawn to break and bring some sense of
safety with it but eventually exhausted.
And on the brink of panic, we crawled into our tents and tried
to get some sleep. I don't think any of us slept
much that night, we were too busy, listening for the
slightest, hint of danger, ready to bolt at a moment's notice.
When the morning finally came, we were all relieved to pack up
and Get moving again but we knew that we were far from safe and
that whatever was out there in the woods was still lurking
waiting for its chance to strike.
We set off at first light determined to put as much
distance between us and that terrifying night as possible.
The sense of being watched and followed persisted.
And we all kept our eyes peeled for any sign of danger.
As the day wore on, we started to see more and more evidence
that something was not right tracks in the ground.
That looked like they couldn't have been made by any animal.
New of strange markings on the trees.
Like they had been clawed at by some giant beast and then just
when we thought things couldn't get any worse, we stumbled upon
a lake at first the site of the water was a welcome relief.
We were all thirsty and hot and the prospect of a swim was too
tempting to resist but as we got closer we saw that something was
off the camp. On the other side of the lake
had been completely torn apart. Like some kind of animal had
attacked. We approached cautiously Trying
to make sense of the scene in front of us.
It was clear that whoever had been there at flood in a hurry
leaving behind their gear and supplies, but there was no sign
of any bodies and it was impossible to tell what had
caused the destruction. We knew we had to get out of
there and fast. Whatever had attacked that camp
could still be lurking nearby, and we didn't want to stick
around to find out, we gathered up, what supplies we could, and
made a run for it. Not stopping until we were sure
we were safe. It wasn't until much later that
we finally made it back to civilization.
And even then the memory of that terrifying trip stayed with us.
For a long time, I never went hiking again, and I don't think
any of my friends did either. Some things are just too scary
to risk. I was driving down.
A lonely Country, Road on a dark stormy night for hours.
I hadn't seen any signs of civilization for miles nothing
but trees, as far as I could see, how long had I been driving
for, I never even noticed the sun, go down driving through a
forest without crossing a road or seeing any signs of life was
making me more worried by the second day a slight suddenly
started to flash still nothing but trees I was just about to
pull over when I saw it a flash of Light from my car's
headlights against some kind of reflection.
Rain started to fall with awful timing and I pressed harder on
the gas pedal to reach that flash in the darkness.
It was like my own Beacon of Hope.
I eventually reached a large black Iron Gate, the curled
steel stood, ten feet tall and 15 feet wide looming and
swaying. Half-open in the wind I parked
my car just outside the gate and saw a few no trespassing signs
that have been nailed to the trees nearby.
The droplets of rain started to fall.
More heavily on my head and I ran back to my car, I tried to
turn the key, but the engine at stalled.
I grabbed a flashlight, got back out into the rain and shine my
light past the gate, there was nothing but a narrow Gravel Road
that plunged into the darkness of the trees ahead.
And I was unable to see the end of it Without Really knowing
where I was and with my dead engine, I decided that I had no
other choice but to follow the road that went into the trees.
I mean, there's a gate in signs. There must be a house nearby or
a Phone. I thought to myself, it felt
more like I Was preparing myself for what would probably be a
long walk ahead armed with my flashlight, I approached the
closed half of the gate and pushed it open the long.
Eerie Screech of the cold stiff iron, was enough to make me feel
even more uneasy than I did already.
The rain fell heavier with every step and I was constantly moving
the flashlight between my left and right side, trying my best
to see anything through the dense forest on, either side of
me, I guess. Much more afraid of the dark
than I thought the trees continue to sway and Creek with
the rain and the wind all the. While my footsteps, crunched on
the narrow Gravel Road. I suddenly heard a branch snap
and I immediately turn my light to the left and found nothing.
Another snap to the right. And again, I found nothing under
the thin beam of light of my flashlight.
The walk seem to be endless with the occasional snapping Branch.
I continue to walk straight on, with my head up, trying my best,
to focus on the road ahead and ignore The Sounds around me.
This time. I heard a very loud thump behind
me. I really didn't want to look,
but I couldn't help, but think whatever it was is big enough
for me to have heard and felt it through this noisy storm with
that in mind, I stopped breathing heavily yet trying my
best to listen for any other clue as to what was behind me.
Slow and heavy footsteps started to Crunch on the gravel towards
me. I remained motionless until the
steps were so close. That, I started to feel Brett's
on top of my head in that, Moment is when I bolted down the
road, I had no idea how much further I needed to go.
And at that point, I really didn't care running as fast as I
could. Thankfully, I did not hear
anything chasing me. After some time, I dared to slow
down listening for anything. That might be following me.
I turn my head and my flashlight left and right into the trees on
either side of me. Nothing.
No footsteps, no snapping, branches, no heavy breathing.
At this point, I had gone to Far now to turn back, turn back to
what I'd be, no safer sleeping in that car that I was now alone
and exposed in a dark Forest on a stormy night.
After a moment to catch my breath, I continued on a few
moments later and that is when I saw a light, I had finally
reached the edge of the dense forest from what I could tell
through the rain. There was a small wooden cabin
in the middle of a large empty field.
There was a flickering light to be seen through a window.
I took one step past the tree line.
In disbelief then suddenly I heard a deep growl coming from
behind me. I screamed and immediately
started to run this time. I heard a loud roar and Loud,
footsteps running behind me, chasing knee.
When I reached the cabin, I wrenched the door open and
slammed it shut as fast as I could putting all of my weight
against the door. The thing on the other side of
the door, started pounding, scratching and tearing at the
door, it's snarls and house. Terrified me so much that I
managed to hold my ground during the fight of my life.
For what seemed like hours, the thing, outside the door ceased,
and retreated with a low growl. I took my chance to grab a
nearby chair and wedge the door shut.
After I made sure the door was Secure.
I took another moment to make sure I didn't hear anything
outside except for the storm. Of course, I decided that it was
safe enough and I started to look around the small cabin.
Only had two rooms, a kitchen with a small round table and
three chairs in which I stood and a fresh old revealed the
room with the flickering light. Cautiously entered the Next Room
welcoming its warmth and my cold wet clothes.
There was nothing but an old bed with torn sheets to the right.
A little cast iron fireplace in the far left corner and a
high-back. Darn sure.
Facing the blazing fire. I looked again over at the old
bed in this time. I noticed traces of what looked
like blood on the torn. Sheets my attention then turned
to the huge cushioned armchair sitting alone facing the fire.
I slowly approached it from behind I looked over the top of
the chair and down. Upon the long dark tangled hair
of a girl curled up in dirty ragged and torn clothes.
I quickly got myself in front of the chair and started to shake
the girl awake. What are you doing here alone?
There's a monster out there. Where's your parents?
The girl didn't move but I started to look around
frantically as a familiar low growl started again and this
time it was coming from inside the room.
I looked down to see the girl staring up at me with the
brightest, yellow eyes. I had ever seen terrified.
I fell back on the Ground and was Frozen with fear.
As I watched the girl crawl over the back of the chair prowling
slowly growing in her hypnotizing.
Yellow eyes, never left mine. I continued to stare in shock.
Unable to move or scream as she shifted into a massive fur and
teeth. I heard the same fearsome War
one last time. Before she finally lunged at me,
Klaus out and teeth Bard. I was lucky that day or unlucky.
However, you want to look at it. My family called 911 when they
didn't hear from me and police managed to track Take my phone
to the cabin. Where I was found.
Barely alive. No life.
If that's what you want to call it, my legs don't work anymore.
And now I am blind because of the damage, the creature caused
in the attack. I wouldn't even want to know
what I look like. A small miracle police never
found the girl or the creature. I don't know if they believe my
story. They think I was just in shock.
I just had to get that night off of my chest.
It's been haunting me for years. They say I was attacked by a
bear for The size of the claw marks all over my body.
Believe what he want. I know it was no bear and she
won't ever let me go. The fact is even though I can't
see anything. I only see dark when I'm asleep
every day in my waking moments. I still see those terrible.
Yellow eyes.