This story takes place in a very small town in the Northeast
region of the United States in the summer.
Before I went off to college in 2015, after I graduated high
school, my parents decided to move to a smaller more
affordable house, about 45 minutes north into the
mountains, we stayed in my childhood home because the
public schools in my area, where the best in the state and my
parents really valued my education.
I ended up going off to an amazing University.
And now I have an incredible Career.
Because of my excellent education as most people in the
United States. No amazing public, education
usually means, higher property taxes.
My parents got to the point where they could not afford the
taxes on their 4,000 square foot home anymore, and decided to
sell it. Just after I graduated from high
school, their home is humble and it sits on a beautiful piece of
land. On the side of a beautiful
mountain. The trees are always so green
and there's a lot of wildlife around, they don't have
Neighbors either as their driveway is about a mile and a
half long but this is what they chose to live in.
After I went off to college in August of 2015, we moved into
this new house. I wasn't planning on staying
long. As I was getting ready to head
off to college as a freshman. For the first time, we decided
to have a little housewarming party with a bunch of family
friends and my best friend at the time as well.
My dad was Manning. The barbecue.
My mom was making drinks. We were playing with our dogs.
It was a grand time and everyone had so much fun.
My dad had built a brick fire pit in our backyard just to set
the scene. For you hear the fire, pit was
about 30 feet from our back, patio door.
And we had a picnic table. Another seats all around behind
the seating was the tree line. It was so dark.
Sometimes at night, you needed a flashlight to see 10 feet in
front of you. With the fire pit lit.
You couldn't see someone unless they were either sitting next to
you or across from you in front of the pit.
My best friend decided to stay the Right?
And we asked my dad if we could make s'mores, as it was getting
a little chilly, as it does in the late summer in the Northeast
at night, my parents left us outside with my dog Nino.
Nino was a huge 100-pound black, lab and Pitbull mix.
He was such a loyal and incredible dog that my dad
trained as his right hand. He was our protector as he could
run. Extremely fast was very strong
and alerted us. When something went bump in the
night side note, he passed away a week before I got married.
I read in 2022. He was 17 years old and lived an
adventurous life with my parents.
Hunting squirrels laying out in the sun and running amok.
Nino laid in between us facing the tree line.
And my best friend was to my right.
Our backs were to the dark dense, Tree Line.
Our first mistake, we were laughing, joking, and eating
s'mores together planning for the future.
And generally excited about going off to college together.
She decided to play some music and we just Relaxed feeling
content and at ease, it was the perfect summer night until Nino
started growling. I saw his ears perk up and his
head turned to the side. He then sat up and continued to
growl my best friend. And I both looked at each other
thinking, Nino just saw a stray animal or something
non-threatening. This area was known for lots of
deer and rarely a, coyote or wolf.
As he was trained to help my dad hunt deer.
We assumed it was a buck or Fawn in the distance behind us.
We went back to singing along to the music playing and talking
about our fall 2015 class schedule again, Nino started.
Growling our second mistake, we did not call out for my dad.
We didn't even think there was a problem until Nino started
barking, repeatedly this time, louder and more vicious.
He stood up and started barking as if alerting us to activity
beyond the tree line that we could not see, we stood up as
well. The fire obscuring, our view my
best friend. Took her phone.
Pause the music and turned on her flashlight.
She started to walk towards the edge of the tree line with Nino
by her side, still growling and barking.
Alerting us to not go any further.
And to call for help, we stood still in silence, listening.
I was too afraid to even breathe.
At this point. She started walking into the
woods. And when she shined her
flashlight, she saw a figure someone peering behind a tree, a
man with a green shirt and green pants on about 511 with glasses
too. We screamed and ran as fast as
we could inside. Leaving the fire unattended in
this creepy man behind the tree. What we did not know at the time
is where this man came from. We crashed through our front
door, breathless with Nino, tailing behind us and startled.
My mother who was washing dishes and cleaning up from the party.
She was talking to my dad about something they saw on the news
and I think we cut him off. Mid-sentence, to explain that.
There was a man dressed in all green lurking behind a tree in
the woods. We didn't know how long he was.
Was there or if he was still there, but we were both crying.
I remember feeling extremely sick.
Like I was going to throw up. My dad, jumped up, grabbed his
shotgun and headlamp and ran outside with Nino.
My mom gathered us into the living room shut, all of the
lights in the house off and lock the doors.
She told us to be quiet and that she was going to call 911 as she
did that my best friend. And I shook in fear, we were
anticipating gunshots and screaming but never heard any my
mom. Now, on the phone with 911
described what we saw to the operator.
I heard my mom say, oh, in an alarming way at this point.
My dad came back inside and my mom, let him know that the
police were on their way to us being in a small town on the
mountain with less than 10,000. People means that we don't get
our own police force. We get the State Police.
Every time there is a call made to emergency responders, my dad,
put his gun away and waited outside for the police to show
up to our bewilderment. They didn't just send one police
officer but 10 and an entire SWAT team in helicopter to
circle the area. We were rightfully terrified.
I was practically having a panic attack at this point.
The police officers came inside our home and ask my best friend
in me. What the man was wearing, what
he looked like. If we were able to discern any
scars or tattoos, we explain the weird matching, green outfit and
the glasses, the officer excused himself and alerted the police
and SWAT members outside of our description.
They started to search the woods behind our home with guns drawn,
flashlights, and the helicopter circling above, they advised us
to stay inside and that they would let us know when, if they
found something. After about 25 minutes, we got
another knock on our door. It was not one, but two officers
this time, my dad, let them in and they began to explain the
situation. One officer explained that we
must have seen on the news that a convicted felon from the
prison about 20 miles away, escaped into the mountains.
It's the police set up a perimeter, 10 miles around the
prison, but the convict escaped them yet again the outfit, the
man was wearing as well as our description signaled to them.
That the escaped convict was 100% lurking through our remote
densely, wooded backyard, that night, the all green outfit was
a standard issue for prisoners in my state.
Then they did not. However, find the man near us
after 25 minutes of searching, he was still out there the
officers, let us know that they were going to have us Todd.
Carr, stay and watch our house for a few days.
As they were unable to locate The Fugitive and believe he is
still an active threat to our safety that night, and for three
nights. After that, we all slept in the
living room together. My dad's shotgun was within
Arm's Reach of him at all times later that week.
We got another knock on our door, from the officers
stationed outside of our home. They let us know that the man
was back in police custody and that we were safe.
They advised. Us to get security cameras and
how sorry they were that this happened to us after that.
My parents spent about ten thousand dollars on security
cameras and fencing for our backyard.
It is now all fenced in and we have about four cameras to watch
the tree line at all times. I guess, you never know what
will happen, or what goes bump in the night to the escaped
convict and perhaps murderer, who watched my best friend, and
I sing along to 2015, pop hits from you're hiding hole behind
my parents isolated home. Let's never meet again.
Now, this is something I really want to talk about to be sure
that everyone is cautious and stays level headed at all times.
Now, for context, I lived in the middle of nowhere in Canada, it
was an Old Town that had quite a few abandoned buildings due.
To the absence of residents, me and many friends were tired of
the lack of entertainment options for us.
So what we did was explore these abandoned buildings prior to the
experience. I'm about to talk about.
We never had anything too crazy happen to us.
Ali, we'd see a small bit of blood like liquid.
And we did see a pentagram on the ground from someone who went
to a house previously, but nothing too bad.
Until the last time I had gone exploring abandoned buildings.
Now, when I was younger, I used to go to a daycare.
That was part mental hospital, weird combination.
I know it closed down due to a lack of patience and a lack of
children at the daycare. I decided to go back there with
my friends. A few years ago for context, I
was 15 when this happened And most of my friends were the same
age when we did get there. It was rather cliche.
There was fog, it was rather dark, and there was a light
drizzle of rain. We went to the main gate, which
was padlocked shut. We decided to help each other
hop over it and made a ton of Noise.
We were laughing and giggling the whole time unsuspecting of
what was to come. We looked around the small play
play / park with flashlights. We had on our person even with
are somewhat powerful flashlights.
Our visibility was rather Limited David.
We decided to enter the decaying building glass and dirt crunched
under our feet. As we stepped into the daycare
section of the complex. There were still old Legos wood
chips from previous Furniture old, torn dolls and toys strewn
about the further we walked around the daycare section.
We naturally became more and more silent until all we could
hear was the crunch of the dirt under our feet.
I found some crayons in a plastic container in the corner
of the room. I walked over to pick them up
when all the sudden Heard a loud crash coming from behind a metal
door, leading to the psych ward part of the building, my
friends, and I all looked at each other as a whole, we were a
group of five. And most of them were very bold
and Brash, we all looked at each other.
When my friend Brian, suggested we go and look to see where the
sound came from. Personally I was not too fond of
the idea but with my group of friends there was no way anyone
was going to decline such a thing, we all stacked up on the
door and opened. It, it was rusted to the floor
and we heaved to get it open. And as we walked in the metallic
smells and must became stronger with a hint of something else,
which I couldn't put my finger on.
At that moment, we walked in our flashlights pointed in every
direction with Brian leading the group, the hallways were tight
and to the left and right where the occasional metal doorway,
some with doors open. I felt slightly claustrophobic
and it felt a little hard to breathe as we continued.
Brian, shown his flashlight into a room and recoiled.
We all stopped walking as Ryan slowly entered the room.
What is it? I asked him.
I thought I saw someone here, it seems all fine.
Now, to be honest, I thought he was just messing with us to
increase our anxiety, but looking back.
I think he was completely honest.
He backed out of the room and we continued walking deeper into
the psych ward. When another friend swiftly told
us to stop, we came to a halt in all listened.
In the distance ahead of us. We heard the subtle pitter
patter of footsteps echo through the hallway.
We all looked at each other fear in each of our eyes.
Brian continued walking toward the sounds.
We considered turning back for a second.
Without Brian wondering if some ghost or something was in the
building, but we couldn't do that to him.
The closer we got the more. I felt like I was being watched
when finally, we entered a room on the right which had the smell
of rotting meat in front of us, was a dead deer.
Its innards were spilled all over the floor staining.
The concrete, a friend of mine, had a very weak Stomach and
vomited all over the floor. That's when we heard Whispering
from somewhere. Brian shown his flashlight, on
the corner of the room, where a man with short hair was standing
with his head down, he wore a bright green t-shirt stained
with what I assumed was blood and torn beige pants.
He did not have any socks, and his feet seemed damaged.
He was twitching, sporadically and continued to mumble.
Even after we saw him, we stared at him for a solid 30 seconds
before he made his first true movement.
He looked up at us with a In grin that sent shivers down our
spine, you guys here for the feast, he said each word with
varying inflection and energy. This kicked us over the edge and
we bolted out of that room all the way back to the day.
Care center. The door was still open and we
decided to try and slam it shut, but the rust and pure weight of
the door almost kept it open. It took three of us pulling with
all of our strength to close it. And just before we did, I could
still see the silhouette of the man watching us.
His white teeth being the only The human feature I could see,
as we sat behind the metal door, catching our breath for a
second. All looking at each for
confirmation that we all saw the same thing after a little bit of
labored breathing from each of us.
We heard a light tapping on the door that's when we decided that
it was time to leave. We booked it out of the vicinity
completely and ran home a year after we visited that spot
police went back to do a routine search of the area and found the
man. It was stated that this guy used
to go to the psych ward before it closed down.
He escape the facility. He was transferred to and lived
off of the wildlife around the complex.
When the cops brought him in, he had a series of diseases from
eating raw meat. His mental condition was much
worse than before. There were future rumors that he
did kill someone in the forest while searching for food, but
nothing has been confirmed in the end guys.
Be careful especially in dangerous areas such as
abandoned buildings. And creepy, dude.
Let's not meet. It was a normal day in late
September of 2021. I had just got off work and was
going to pick my then girlfriend up at her house and go out for a
night drive. Before I begin the story of what
happened that night. There are a few things to keep
in mind. I drove a single cab, Dodge
truck behind the seat. I kept a bag with emergency
supplies, like medical supplies, an emergency blanket, MRE, and a
water bottle, as well as a flashlight and a handheld radio.
Under the seat was my Estill. I always kept it under the
driver's seat with my knife. In case of emergencies it was
around 5 p.m. When I picked up my girlfriend
we drove to a local Diner in my hometown.
Then we went to some of our favorite spots first before
eventually going to our final spot of the night.
There is a local damn with walking trails near my home town
in Alabama. We drove up the windy road to
the parking lot where the trails start but Our intention wasn't
to go walking. We made sure that we were alone
and then started to enjoy. Our night after about 10 minutes
or so. We heard screaming that sounded
like a man up on the trails we heard branches snapping and
running through the trees. I got my pistol strapped on my
knife and grab the bag from behind the seat.
I got on my headlamp and turned to my girlfriend stay here, turn
on your radio and lock the doors.
I gave her a knife and she started asking what was going
on. There's someone up there, who
needs help? I'm going to go find him and
bring him back here. Don't open doors for anyone
other than me? Okay, she nodded, and I closed
the door and started up the trials.
Hello, is anyone there, can you hear me?
I heard the screaming again, it sounded far off but I could
still hear it. Help, help me.
I tried to listen for running but couldn't hear any.
Hello, is anyone there? I'm here to help.
I grip my pistol in both hands and swung my head around.
I'm trying to locate anyone who might have been in trouble.
I started walking up the trail when I heard the man.
Again, this time sounding like he was up the trail a bit, who's
there? I have a knife.
I stopped and waited before I said, I'm here to help.
Whoever was screaming. Do you know, who, or where he
might be? I started to walk again.
When I heard the screaming again, but this time it was
different. Hello, I'm here to help it.
Sounded like my voice, but it was distorted and weird.
I loaded a round into the chamber before.
Or I turn to walk down the path towards the truck.
When I heard, hey, over here from my left side just behind
me. I turned and saw two red eyes
glowing from behind a tree. I froze.
Not sure what I was looking at it was tall around 7 or 8 feet.
It has white skin that was tied around bones.
That could be seen through the skin like paper its teeth were
long and yellow gleaming in the headlamp glow.
What? The the words fell out of my
mouth as I finally got, the courage to run down the trail, I
grab my radio. And click the button but it
wouldn't turn on. I kept running for the truck
hearing footsteps behind me closing in on me.
I reached the truck and tried the handle opening, the door and
jumping in. I turn the truck on and peeled
out of the lot. My girlfriend screamed at me,
asking me what was that? Why was I screaming?
And what was behind me? I told her that we needed to get
out of the woods. I looked behind me in the
rearview mirror and saw the same red orbs as they gained closer
and closer to the tailgate. We made a turn up a hill and
felt the tires skid beneath us. We were almost clear of the tree
line when the radio turned on and out came, the most
ear-splitting Roar we'd ever heard.
Followed by the words, don't come back in my voice.
I got my girlfriend back to her house and did extensive research
on the area. It turned out that multiple
sightings of what was known as a wendigo had been reported as far
back as 30 years, one thing's for sure when to go or not, I'm
never going into those woods. Anytime soon.
Several weeks ago, my life changed along with the lives of
my two best friends and the course of our lives with the
crunching of gravel under my loan sock, I attempted to steady
myself against the flank of my car in a half graceful maneuver
I pulled off my baseball cleat chucking it into the invitingly
open cabin. As I glanced up words, I was met
with the mischievous smirk of my friend Logan visible through the
window. A sudden imbalance threw me off,
guard as Logan swung. Open the door.
My supporting hand slipped from the car sending me tumbling to
the asphalt below A Chorus of laughter, filled the air from
Logan and Blake as they merrily captured.
My ungraceful moment on a Snapchat video, jerk, I yelled
as I laughed with them heaving myself up.
I tugged my gym shorts into place and toss the white
baseball pants into the car, the sun.
Now a mere sliver on the horizon kissed.
The crests of the distant Flatiron mountains, painting, a
brilliant canvas of orange bands.
Off the languishing clouds, sliding my feet into my everyday
shoes, I picked up my remaining gear carrying it to the cars
back. I tossed it in haphazardly with
the rest of my bag and my friends catcher equipment.
As I attempted to slam the trunk an errant aluminum bat, poked
out stubbornly blocking the way I adjusted its position and with
a satisfying thud the trunk door, finally closed Giggles
Rose from the car interior. As I sank into the driver's seat
Blake and Logan. I locked in a playful debate
over who had music privileges squabbled over the Bluetooth
bro. Nobody gets your music.
Blake retorted. Well you only play white girl
Music, Logan shot back a hint of defiance peeking from behind his
purple Sports Shades that were dramatically framed by his black
perm. These waning spring Days of our
senior high school year were special filled with delightful
Shenanigans. I realized I would miss these
Petty squabbles as the inevitability of college Loom.
Set to scatter us across the country.
So I savored every moment of their bickering, even, as I push
the start button and my mom's Audi growled to life soon.
We were on our way out of the parking lot waving and calling
it. Our teammates as they walked
from our school field to their cars.
I took off my hat and let the wind from the open sunroof mess
with my hair. As we put down all the windows.
I saw a group of my teammates up ahead and smiled putting my
tongue to the corner of my mouth.
Mouth. I push down on the gas pedal and
the German engine roared as we sped past, spraying them with
the signature Colorado. Dust.
Our homes were scattered across Boulder mind, nestled in Pine
Brook Hills, Blake settled in Old North Boulder and Logan's
just beyond West Frazier Meadows.
This meant carpooling was a breeze with everyone's houses
conveniently falling along the same route are raucous.
Sing-alongs filled the vehicle as we whip down the isolated
Back Road separating old been Inch from a sprawling.
Suburban project under construction, the evening are
swirled through the car, expelling Blake's lingering
cigarette smoke. As we sped past empty Fields as
we darted past Barren Fields dusk began to unfurl its velvety
blanket. Over the desolate road with the
shimmering lights of Boulder gradually.
Inching closer a sense of Reckless, abandon nudged me to
push the speed limit a level of audacity that under normal
circumstances, would have seen In us behind the bars of a
county jail or at least surprised the local sheriff as
ice cream. The words to Classic pop songs
and glanced over to gesture for my friend, to blow the smoke out
of the car. I barely noticed the buck
sauntering on to the road shoulder directly into our path.
Its eyes caught in the harsh glare of the right headlight.
Shimmer to terrifyingly bright yellow.
My heart pounded against my chest, as I slammed the brakes,
but time was against us crap. I barely managed to blow.
Doubt as the Bucks body, collided with the right Fender,
a sickening crunch echoing above the blaring music, as it was
thrust under the right tire, the impact sent the car.
Lurching violently to the right. And I desperately tried to
regain control yanking the wheel while pushing the brake pedal to
the floor. I oversteered and the Audi
skidded sharply to the left veering off the road and onto a
wide dirt shoulder. We spun wildly before the car
finally came to a jarring halt. No, no, no ice.
Uttered adrenaline coursing through my veins as I unbuckled
my seatbelt and stumbled out of the car Logan and Blake equally
stunned emerged from the vehicle and circled to inspect the
damage. I glanced at my mom's sedan, not
yet a year old the front, right? Fender was the most obvious
casualty hanging forlornly off the bumper and crumpled in
words. The sheer sight of it against
the backdrop of the now eerily Silent Night brought a sinking
feeling of dread. I'm screwed.
I muttered futilely trying to bend the Twisted Metal back into
shape, a subtle rustling from the field of dry grass beside
us, Drew my attention away from the car.
The undulating grass seemed to merge with the wide, dirt
shoulder, creating an eerie Chasm between us and
civilization. Logan, can you shine your
flashlight? I asked eyes drawn to A peculiar
shape rising from the sea of swaying grass.
I'm on low battery but sure he replied his voice shaky the beam
from his flashlight, cut through the darkness, barely
Illuminating a few feet into the brush.
However, it was enough for a pair of bright, yellow eyes to
catch the Light glistening like a felines in the dark coyotes,
Blake questioned, taking an instinctive step back toward the
safety of the white sedan, the eyes, hung ominously, a few
feet, above the grass, a height common for a coyote, but
something about them, made my blood run cold.
Old the wind growing increasingly Fierce tugged at my
baseball jersey chilling. My skin as I strained to
penetrate the looming Darkness. Where's the deer?
Blake started? His words choked off by a
horrific sight revealed in the red glow of the taillights.
He stumbled back a guttural scream erupting from deep within
him as his phone slipped from his, Trembling Hands
disappearing into the dense grass.
Holy crap, I yelled clutching at Blake shirt as an unseen Force,
attempted to drag. Game into the undergrowth.
What the hell? Logan cried rushing forward to
Aid Blake. His light fell on a monstrous
hand. It's long.
Black fingers, ending in vicious claws.
That were dug deep into Blake's. Calf Blake, screams of Agony
tour through the quiet night as blood oozed around.
The ghastly appendage soaking his baseball pants, a dark
Crimson in his eyes. I saw a pure undiluted Terror,
reflected back at me as he writhed in agony.
The Clause unmercifully going through the muscle.
I slung, my I'm under his straining against the Incredible
strength of the creature hidden in the brush Logan's hand,
darted into the backseat retrieving, his baseball bat
with a roar, he swung it into the brush, the metallic twang
resonating in the air as it made contact with something solid
time stretched unbearably. Every heartbeat pounding loudly,
in my ears, as we battled the Unseen Menace.
I dared to glance up only to be met with the sight of two
faintly glowing, yellow eyes set, deep within a skull like
face a game. More opened revealing rows of
sharp teeth before it clamped down on Blake's calf with a
final guttural. Snarl the creature disappeared
back into the undergrowth. No, I screamed pulling Blake
away from the blood-soaked grass and into the dim red glow of the
taillights. His calf was a mess, a grotesque
site that sent a wave of nausea. Roiling through me, Blake sobbed
through gritted teeth. His face contorted with
unspeakable Agony Logan. Get in the car.
I barked Shaking him from his stupor together, we hoisted
Blake, substantial frame, into the back of the car, slamming
the door, shut behind him. As I sprinted towards the
driver's side, the grass ahead began to part ominously.
A sound a chilling, mix of Blake screams and a haunting howl
erupted from the underbrush heart pounding.
I jabbed the start button Blake's, blood staining, my
fingers, the Audi roared to life.
It's powerful engine. Punctuating the unsettling
silence? No sooner had I Slam the gas
pedal to the floor than a gaunt. Dark figure burst from the brush
lunging towards the car. It's guttural scream was the
last thing I heard as the car pulled forward, something
slammed against the car and a deafening sound of scraping
metal, as whatever. This thing was gripped.
The open window sill of the back left passenger window.
The windows were still down from our time before and I jabbed the
collective window button, raising them to no avail.
As the creatures hand slammed against the glass of the back.
Quinn, do it hand thudded, harshly against the glass.
Then smash through the glass, sending a shower of crystalline
cubes across the back seats. With an Incredible strength.
It's terrible hands. Braced against the roof of the
car and began to lift shrill. Screams filled the interior as
adrenaline, surge through me, causing me to stomp on the
accelerator, and the digital RPM gauge to Red Line with the Roar
of the 8-cylinder engine. The back left wheel found
traction, screeching against the asphalt, And the creature was
thrown off balance by the sudden acceleration, the car slammed
back to the ground with a crash and lunged forward.
Once more the creature was losing its grip and it knew it
with one. Final desperate swipe.
It's elongated Clause tour through the side of the car.
Slicing into the muscle of my bicep and digging through my
cheek in a searing Agony. Akin to touching a burning
stove. Top the Leatherhead rest behind
me was shredded as the claw carved through the metal door
frame. And disappeared into the
obscurity of the night. I jerked the wheel and sped off
down Lehman Road. The singalong songs blaring on
the radio, we had forgotten to disconnect it.
I risked a glance back at the chaos.
Unfolding Logan, sat swiftly wrapping his jersey around
Blake's leg to create a makeshift bandage, hoping to
coax the blood into clotting the thick Crimson drenched, the
black leather seat and stained the white and blue pinstriping
of the baseball pants Blake's. Anguished sobbing in the rhythm
of Breathing, slowed, as the fabric made contact with his
exposed injury. Hurry, get to Clark Memorial.
We need an ambulance, I exclaimed my mind still reeling
from the shocking encounter, no time.
Logan shrieked, his face drained of color by the gruesome scene
in the backseat Blake's head rested on his thigh.
He bit into a towel to muffle his screams as Logan yank.
The shirt tighter around the wound.
I easily exceeded 110 miles per hour, the car roaring through
stop signs and intersections towards the brightly lit.
Parking lot, barely a mile away, red trickled down my arm, and I
realized with a start that I was injured to the Searing pain.
In my bicep, radiates down, my arm and shoulder with each bump
in the road. The sounds around me morphed
into a slow muffled cacophony. I felt detached from myself.
My arm weakening as a warm sensation, trickled down my
face. I assumed it was blood.
I jerked the wheel to the right and the car.
Tipped over a speed bump scraping with a sickening sound.
As I swerved into the emergency Bay, I honk the horn wildly,
hoping to draw the attention of the on-duty attendant, the car
came to a jolting Halt, and my head slumped forward onto the
wheel as the edges of my Consciousness started to blur.
I blinked as they wheeled me out of the battered carcass of the
white car, a trolley trailing behind me, which I assumed
carried Blake, as we were rushed to wherever Our Fate would be
decided my Consciousness slipped away completely Lee the police
report stated that we had veered off the road due to intoxication
as Logan had a white cloth as we were driving beforehand.
They concluded that we had collided with a tree with
branches, causing the Deep lacerations in my arm and cheek.
The report detailed that Blake's leg had been mangled in the
wreck. Attributing this to Sharp metal
fragments and shards of glass strewn inside the car.
Logan and I were questioned by the police due to the nature of
the crash and the condition of the car and Blake underwent.
A Grafting procedure, where his older brother donated cells and
tissue in an attempt to reconstruct the gash in his
calf. My mom after my condition
stabilized and her worry subsided respectively, whooped
my tail for totaling her car, that creature still sits there
waiting for me in every shadow, every crack of a branch and in
every Creak of a floorboard. But I will never allow myself to
take those Country Roads again, because there are reasons why
roads are left empty. And now I know why,