It was a hot summer evening and I decided to take my dog for a
walk in the woods near my house, the sun was starting to set and
the air was filled with the sounds of chirping, birds and
rustling leaves. As we walk deeper into the
woods, I started to get the feeling that something was
watching me. The hair on the back of my neck
stood up and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being
followed, my dog. Who is usually full of energy,
was starting to act strange, as well.
He was tugging on his leash and whining as If he didn't want to
move forward, I tried to reassure myself that it was just
my imagination, but the feeling only grew stronger, I quickened
my pace and tried to ignore the creeping feeling that something
was closing in on us. Just as I was about to turn
back. I heard a faint rustling in the
bushes behind me. I spun around, but there was
nothing there, my heart pounded in my chest and I knew that I
had to get out of there as fast as I could.
I grabbed my dog's leash and started running not looking back
until I was Safely back in my own yard.
When I lock the door behind me, I couldn't shake the feeling
that something was still out there, waiting for its chance to
strike as the night went on, I couldn't shake the feeling that
something was still out there waiting for me.
Every time I heard a noise, my heart skipped a beat and I found
myself jumping at every shadow. Just as I was settling down to
watch TV. I heard a tapping sound on the
window at first, I thought it was just a branch blowing in the
wind but the tapping continued growing Owen louder and more
persistent. I stood up my heart racing and
went to investigate as I peered out the window.
I saw a dark humanoid figure standing there, staring back at
me with a Sinister smile on its face.
I froze in Terror unable to move as the figure continue to tap on
the window. Suddenly, the power flickered
and went out plunging the room into darkness.
Panicked, I fumbled for my phone to call for help, but when I
tried to turn it on, the battery was dead.
I was completely Isolated with no way to call for help.
I backed away from the window, my heart pounding in my chest.
I knew that I had to find a way to get out of there but I had no
idea where to go or what to do as the dark figure continued to
tap on the window. I knew that I was trapped with
nowhere to hide from the terror that lurked outside.
I was shaking with fear, as I heard the door, knob rattling,
the door cracking under the pressure of the dark figure
outside. I had no idea what to do and I
knew that I was completely helpless.
Alice against whatever was trying to get in.
Just when I thought all was lost, everything went silent.
I held my breath straining to hear any sign of movement for
several long minutes. There was nothing but silence, I
was starting to wonder if the figure had given up and gone
away, when there was a knock at the door.
I froze, unsure of what to do. Finally.
Mustering up all of my courage, I crept to the door and look
through the peephole to my relief.
I saw a police officer standing there.
I opened the door and the officer explained that he had
been driving by. When he saw a figure on the roof
of my house, with all the lights out, he had come to investigate
and make sure everything was okay.
I breathed a sigh of relief and thank the officer for his help.
As I watched him drive away, I knew that I had been lucky to
escape the terror that lurked in the woods that night.
But I couldn't shake the feeling that I wasn't alone in the
darkness and that something was still out there.
Waiting for its chance to strike again after the police.
Officer left. I couldn't shake the feeling
that something was still out there, waiting for me despite my
exhaustion, I found it impossible to fall asleep and I
spent the rest of the night, tossing in bed.
My mind racing with the events of the evening as the dawn
broke. I finally fell into a fitful
sleep plagued by nightmares of dark figures and Sinister
smiles. When I woke up, I was covered in
sweat and my heart was pounding in my chest.
I knew that I couldn't stay in that house.
Any longer not with the threat of whatever.
Were was out there hanging over my head so I packed my bags and
left vowing to never return to that dark haunted place.
Again, I moved to a new city and tried to put the events of that
summer evening behind me but no matter how hard I tried.
I couldn't shake the feeling that something was still out
there watching me waiting for its chance to strike again and
every time I heard a tap on the window or a rustle in the
bushes, I couldn't help but wonder if it was the dark
figure. Come to claim me once and for
all. I grew up in a small Valley in
the mountains, no matter where you look to, you would be
encased in mountains, although not in the middle of nowhere,
the nearest town was about a 30 minute drive or a 50-minute bus
Journey, closest city, being a two-hour Journey.
Excluding the wait for transport, the valley had its
fair share of children. My age to about 30 children, in
my class growing up, despite the amount of children my age.
I never got along with any of them.
I never really had access to much technology.
Ology either. I'm part of that one generation
where we grew up both playing outside and on technology, I
never got access to the internet until I was 12, excluding using
family computers. I was lucky enough to have the
forest to explore. So when I was old enough, I
would be allowed to take my dog, to the forest to explore at my
own will, since I had gone there so much as a child and was
usually responsible. I was allowed to explore alone.
When I was eight, the forest was close to my home and if Wasn't
back by dark family members who knew the forest as well as I
did. Would know where to look since
then I've always been fond of the forest, I graduated primary
school and went to a comprehensive school about 20
minutes away. Then I made a few friends, but
they all live too far away to hang out regularly.
I'd either play video games, or explore the forest alone.
By the time, I was 15. I had been to every part in new
It Off by heart. I knew the terrain of each part
2 and had different landmarks. Through all of these years,
spending hours a day in the forest, I never saw anything.
I could call weird or out of place.
Okay, so I found a few animal carcasses and that was a little
disturbing. First time I came across one but
fox has lived in the forest as much as I wanted to take a few
bones as a trinket, from my disturbing find.
I knew to leave it be. I didn't want a disease even if
it. Let me skip school when I was 16
and people began to cut down the forest, I'm not sure why.
But since I The only one enraged by this.
I assumed it was bound to happen.
The forest lost its beauty aside from a few chunks of Forestry
Still Standing. So I'd still spend time in those
but it was nowhere near as fun. I knew there was bound to be
less Wildlife but the forest felt a lot more dead than I
expected. I remember hearing that the
company cutting down the trees. Quit for no reason.
They refuse to specify why they'd quit?
But I'm grateful. They stopped as my favorite
tree, remain standing. It would have been But if they
hadn't stopped now, I've caught you up with everything important
to this story. Here's the whole reason.
I'm telling this to you, I still kept doing my regular walks
through the forest, but this time I would always be followed
by a sense of dread one specific day.
During late August, I had an argument with my family.
This was a regular thing. So I went off to the mountain to
just walk in calm down. Since my parents, go to sleep
relatively early 9 p.m. and it would remain light until 10 p.m.
during I decided I'd stay until about 9:00 p.m. and get home by
9:30. It was about 8:45 when I sat
down by my favorite tree for a cigarette.
Yes I know smoking is bad for you.
Especially starting at such a young age but at the time I
couldn't have cared less. I lit my cigarette and put the
lighter down next to my feet the sense of dread came but by this
point I knew how to ignore it or just drown it out with music, I
sat there and chilled for a little bit just enjoying the
scenery. I've seen hundreds of times it
was getting dark but only a little I looked down to a part
of the forest where a small stream ran through and sheep
usually roamed. If you go a bit onwards from
there, you can find this awesome Rock.
It's huge as I stared in contemplated, going to the Rock
after my break. I saw something move it was
tall. I could tell that as it moved
through the trees but I couldn't make out what it was before.
I could realize that whatever I was witnessing was probably
supposed to scare me. Was gone odd, but I ignored it
about 10 minutes later, I decided to head to the rock, it
would be an easier journey home if I did and I got to see the
cool rock. So what's the harm?
Well, quite a lot. I cut through some trees in down
a slope. Then I followed the stream down.
I passed where I saw the shadow move in the sense of dread
became overbearing. My mind ran back to the shadow.
I saw wondering and I tried to Shake it Off, not being a
believer in the Paranormal. I thought even If the Paranormal
were real, if they roam this Forest, I certainly would have
noticed sooner. I spent my whole childhood up
here. I came towards the rock inclined
on top of it, like, usual. There's a stunning view of the
mountains if you know what trees to look through and the added
height from The Rock helps so much though, what I least
expected to see was the shadow, it moved quite slowly.
As if being careful, now I had a good sense of its size due to it
being a lot closer than before it was tall.
Look like a deer, But stood on its back legs and head.
Human hands. A pair of antlers long and
winding stood on top of its head.
Once at noticed me, it Stood Still.
And stared standing on the rock, usually made me feel tall, but I
never felt smaller than during that moment.
We stood, they're both still for a moment.
The creature began to move towards me faster than one at
had been exploring. I stumbled off of The Rock and
landed awkwardly on my ankle. I groaned in pain knowing it was
sprained it. The very least I had sprained my
ankle before and recognize the pain.
The creature didn't pity my condition at kept moving towards
me. We were now face-to-face.
Somehow, despite how it was still supposed to be somewhat
day late for a couple more hours, the forest became dark.
I stared the creature in the face, how I wish I hadn't.
If I hadn't looked at its face, I wouldn't have seen those small
yellow eyes or that mouth, the mouth was the worst.
It was large and wide with many sharp pointy teeth.
All Of place. They were stained yellow and had
traces of Crimson on the canines.
This creature was not friendly. I scrambled to my feet and as I
did it swung its arm for me, barely missing.
I turn my phone light on and sprinted away.
Not even daring to look back. I never wanted to see whatever
the hell that was. Again I got to an opening and it
was light again. I was confused and turned back.
The creature backing away into its dark patch of forest.
I don't hesitate to run home and I go straight to my room.
Room. My ankle was still in a lot of
pain so I just stayed in bed whilst rummaging my back for the
painkillers. I always carried around when
night came. I was too Disturbed to sleep.
I heard a scraping noise outside my window and my mind ran to all
of the worst possible ideas even.
So I looked out and there it was those horrible teeth and
everything. I quickly turned on my bedroom
light, limping to my lights, which of course, and it ran
away. I've learned something
important. It does not like light since
then, it is followed me to Dark Places.
I have to keep a flashlight on me and I keep a small lamp on by
my window to scare it away, but I know that one day it will get
me and I am terrified of it. So, learn from me.
If you are exploring out in nature and you feel a sense of
dread, get out of there, you don't know what you may find.
It is a nice summer day, the breeze is great, the smell of
flowers. Grazed, my nose, looking in the
manmade pond in my backyard, the trees and I mirrored back the
cam Rippling water as the fish swim.
What a nice day for a hike. I thought I checked my weather
app to in case of any weather changes or weather alerts.
My app said there was a 70% chance of light rain which is
fine with me. Who doesn't love a little rain?
The smell and the feel I live in an area surrounded by trees.
Trees and nature. It is honestly such a beautiful
land for living. I know the area like the back of
my hand and we have a set of two Trails, a shallow Creek, that
leads you to a beautiful opening in the mountaintops All Tied off
with a do not trespass sign. So the land is all for me and my
family and the animals today. I made my way to Trail.
One Trail, one is about a 10-mile Trail, all around, it
circles around a small neighborhood about four miles
out. I am familiar with a lot of
people around in this Neighborhood.
Considering I walk these Trails almost every weekend.
There is a nice man who lives in a small blue house with a garden
in his front. Lawn, he always waves as I'm
passing by. While watering his flowers.
Before I started my hike, I picked up a small backpack to
take with me in this backpack. I have three water bottles to
granola bars in a small pocket knife starting.
The trail with a smile on my face, I was excited.
The weather is perfect, I can see and hear the birds the
squirrel. Scrambling up the trees.
Shaking the leaves as I pass by and the sound of the small
animals rustling in the bushes. Trying to hide from me after a
good 22 minutes into my hike. I was one mile in, I stopped to
take a sip of water and to take a short breather, I sat on the
small stub that I passed by where a withered tree had used
to stand, but has now fallen due to a strong thunderstorm.
We had a few months back while sitting.
I see a cute little bunny passing.
How fluffy and fragile. I thought I cracked open my
first. To water bottle with my teeth
and Fountain did into my mouth. But that's when I heard it,
allow dear shrieking scream from Deep From Within the Woods.
The bunny. Now, scared off and me standing
up looking around pondered on the thought of what that might
be. I can't think of any animals
that live in these Woods that could make such a sound.
I try to dismiss it as it may be a group of teens who found their
way into the woods, ignoring the no trespassing sign continuing
with my hike. I was now nearing the
neighborhood with the crunch of gravel and leaves Are my feet.
What a satisfying sound until it was interrupted with that ear
bleeding Screech again. God, what the hell could make
that noise? It was louder this time.
Still trying to wrap my head around with that.
Awful noise was I continued through the woods paranoid.
That's when the rain starts falling.
I see something in the corner of my eye, a figure as fast as
Lightning launching itself through the woods too fast to
see and too far gone to be identifiable, maybe it was a
fox. Well, if it To hurt me.
A wouldn't be running away from me right.
Again, that screaming sound but this time, it is nearer right
behind me. It hurt.
I slipped in the mud and fell to the ground, as I held my ears,
covering them. With my hands, almost crying,
lying on the ground. Letting the rain, hit my face,
the pain, my ears, now ringing due to that noise, like
shattering glass. I stood up glancing around even
more paranoid than before. I then took the time to look
down at my hands Prince and everywhere.
Are my ears are bleeding and that's when I saw them in the
corner of my eye. I looked up many figures stood
in the distance behind trees. Watching me very tall at least 9
feet, each lengthy and skinny they are the color of a black
void, I will never forget their eyes.
They were Pure White staring into them is giving me the most
uncomfortable gun welcoming feeling.
It was like they want me gone like they want me to get out as
if this is their woods and their land.
Their arms were long, nearly dragging on the ground.
Their hands were Claus. Oh, so very sharp and
disgustingly long. One of them slowly started.
Dragging their claws on the tree, leaving a scratch Mark in
that awful screaming noise which I now know was coming from them
and their unhinged mouths, one started tilting its head slowly
while doing so it's neck. Made a cracking sound stretching
and growing in length. Making a breaking and snapping
sound as it got longer and taller.
I had no plans to stay in. Try to make friends with these
ungodly creatures. I just want to get the hell out.
I started to run and I didn't look back.
I heard the leaves and plants getting Mall through from
behind. As if something was chasing me,
don't look back. I repeat it to myself but I'm
curious and an idiot. Letting my curiosity.
Get the best of me. I turned around for a split
second and that's when I saw six giant beastly, creatures
charging at me like a wolf pack. Chasing a small bunny, their
claws, digging into the dirt launching themselves.
Forward to get closer to me. One of them hooked my shoulder
with their claws. Dragging me down to the ground.
I hit my head so hard on to the rock below me.
I blacked out for a second while having Whiplash in my instinct
for survival. I remembered my pocket knife.
No, I forgot my backpack. I look back up to a giant
creature. Taking me down slowly moving in
towards my face with its unhinged jaw.
Drooling over me letting it's awful.
Horrid breath that smelled like roadkill.
Fill my nose. This is Is it?
I know this is about to be my end.
It's about to sink its teeth into me at this point.
I do anything to just survive. I am not about to be this
thing's dinner. I bent my knees into my chest,
and kick the creature in the stomach during the creatures,
confusion and vulnerability. It loosened its grip of me and I
managed to get one of my arms free.
I started to jab it in the sides with my fists and started to
scratch at its eyes. It shrieked in pain and let go
of me. I scrambled up and bolted.
Back through the woods. Finally making it to the small
neighborhood. I ran up to the old man
gardening and begged him to help me.
He hurried me inside. Fixed up my wounds and let me
rest in his basement on his couch.
When I was feeling a little better, I explained everything
that had happened and he looked at me, terrified, I'm going to
be sick. He said, holding his mouth
running to the kitchen sink, I hurried over to him asking what
was going on. He then said to me, he saw a
wendigo you're lucky to have even made It out of its grasp
on. Now, writing this one year into
the future and I still hear those awful screaming noises
from deep within the forest every now.
And then I still feel like I'm being watched
Christmas has never been my favorite holiday.
Yeah, I love free stuff, but it feels like the amount of money I
spend always out values, the gifts I get.
Other than that, I just don't prefer to hang around a large
part of my family, especially for large Gatherings.
A large part of my family sees our Gatherings as a perfect
excuse to get blackout drunk and talk angrily at each other over
politics and all other manner of controversial topics, my
family's Christmas gathering five years ago was, No
different. I'd flown down to my
grandmother's house in, Southern Florida as the plan was for
everyone to meet there and get their fill of food and drinks
before finding their way home. I only stayed at my grandma's
house for about an hour the previous year.
So my mom asked that I stay longer this time.
According to her everyone. Loved seeing me, although I
debate they were too busy arguing, what current Trend was
ruining the world. I ended up staying until about
10:00, before asking my mom, if she could give me a ride back to
To my hotel. Since I got a lift there.
Originally, she told me that she wanted to stay for a couple more
hours and suggested. I try taking the bus to save
money instead of ordering another lift.
Honestly, anything to get me out of that house would have come
off as a good idea. I remembered seeing the bus.
Stop on my way to my grandma's and the walk to.
It didn't seem like it would be too far.
So off I went at the time. It seemed like a perfectly good
idea. I didn't know the bus schedule
or how long they even ran, but I Willing to take my chances while
walking back to my dorm in the middle of December would cause
me to freeze, luckily winter in Florida, rarely drops below 70
degrees. It was honestly, a relaxing walk
taking in the nighttime, air and quiet.
I had started daydreaming about my class schedule.
Next semester before I realized, I could make out the bus stop
about 30 feet in front of me. I swore under my breath, as I
realized someone was sitting there as much as I hated being
around my drunken family. Lee?
I hated awkward stranger small, talk, even more the closer.
I got the easier. It was to make out the person
sitting there, she appeared to be a kindly lady in our mid to
late 60s. Her hair was a large ball of
silver and dark brown with a large pair of thick rimmed
glasses on her face. I have to admit it took me a
good wall to make out anything other than the bright pink coat.
She was wearing for me, 70 degrees was shorts and t-shirt
weather, but I suppose it wasn't unheard of to see an older
person wearing a sweater Anywhere that wasn't 90 degrees.
I got within a couple steps of the bus stop bench before the
lady turned to acknowledge me. She gave me a very warm hello
and happy holidays but I returned along with an awkward
grin. I tried not to stare but what I
thought was a pink sweater was actually a thick pink fur and
feather coat. I had honestly never seen
anything like it. A majority of the coat was made
of pink fur but the caller sprouted enough feathers to
cover five or six Birds jangling.
Um, her neck was a long pearl necklace with some sort of
elongated bird skull in the middle of it.
In my head I wondered if she was into exotic fashion or perhaps a
huge bird, lover the sound of her loudly blowing, her nose
made me jump and shook me from my own thoughts.
How is your evening sweetheart? Her voice was dry, but friendly
with an accent, I couldn't quite place.
I told her, it was fine in return.
The question to which she launched into a wordy
recollection of her entire day. A zoned out somewhere around.
Getting to the middle of her day and kept eye contact while
randomly nodding where is your family now?
Surprised by the sudden change of topic.
I responded by jokingly telling her that they were at my
grandmother's house drunkenly singing Christmas carols, she
laughed and muttered. Something about how Charming
that was. I checked my phone and saw only
a couple of minutes had passed and didn't hear her.
See any signs that a bus was coming anytime soon.
I remember my eyes starting to feel really heavy I shook my
head. Trying to wake myself up, but
the feeling stayed, excuse me. Have you seen my bird?
I looked at the lady again and she had a look of panic and
confusion on her face. Honestly, I probably did too.
My bird was in his cage but now he's gone.
I looked on the ground in a large old-fashioned Birdcage sat
between the woman's legs. How long had it been there?
I was pretty sure. I hadn't noticed a big metal
bird cage before it was hard to remember or even think because
the tiredness Started feeling morphed into a slight feeling of
vertigo. It felt like the ground around
me had begun to slowly spin off. I see him.
There's my darling. The lady was on her feet.
Now pointing across the street, her voice sounded raspier, as
if, at some point, in the last two minutes, she had turned into
a chain smoker. I followed her finger in saw,
she was pointing at something standing in the Tall Grass
across the street. I couldn't make out what the
figure was, but I was positive, it wasn't human, it had Wide
block his shoulders and along wiry neck attached to a large
circular head, the area of Tall Grass.
The figure stood in was covered in Shadow so I couldn't make out
any other details through the shadow.
I could swear the figure was staring directly at us.
Could you? Please go grab him, sweetheart.
The lady's voice seemed to be coming from inside my own head
and without, even realizing it, I felt myself moving toward the
figure covered in Shadow as I got closer to the thing it
shifted. So that its entire body was
Facing me it switched and shook as if electricity was coursing
through it the closer I got the faster, my heart would beat the
more some kind of instinct inside me screamed that I was
making a bad decision but I couldn't stop myself.
It was almost as if I had developed an obsession with
reaching whatever. This thing was, I was halfway
across the street. In a sudden shift in the
Moonlight illuminated, the creature enough that I got a
look at something that could only have been born from a
nightmare. It spread its arms like It was
stretching a pair of wings. It's skin.
A pale blue and stretched tight over its thin frame, long,
stringy pink feathers, sprouted from all over its body.
It's long snake-like, neck waved and slithered through the air
ahead, that resembled a pink human skull.
Never broke eye contact with me, it's tiny eyes.
That glowed a bright red. I couldn't stop myself from
walking forward. I couldn't break my focus away
from the glowing red eyes of whatever thing stood in the
grass in front of me, its neck stretched outward towards
Shortening. The distance until we were face
to face the loud and mon Blair of a buses horn caused me to
trip and fall backwards. The horn, split me from whatever
trance I was in and I looked around to see the bus stopped
and waiting behind me at the bus.
Stop, I hadn't heard it, pull up.
I didn't even know how long it had been there.
I twisted myself around and didn't see the old lady in the
pink feather coat. Remembering the creature I
turned and was met by a tall man standing just outside the Tall.
Grass, he wore Tattered clothing, covered by a hood.
Adorned in writings and pink feathers.
Several large bird skills hung from a thick rope necklace and
several straps across his chest. I had slowly started backing
away before the man. Lunged at me a curved knife in
one hand, I scrambled to my feet and sprinted to the bus
struggling, not to trip the driver looked at me with
confusion and worry on her face, asking several questions.
Did I take something and did I know that men among the first?
I stuttered and Gambled spitting out a bunch of random words
eventually she simply waved me to the back.
I was the only one on the entire bus still no sign of the old
lady, the bus dropped me a block or so from my hotel and
thankfully I made it to my room without any more incidence.
I don't think I'll ever forget the look of that thing standing
in the grass. Something that haunts me as much
as that creature is. The fact that three people in
that area disappeared that night, I always wonder if maybe
those three people weren't so lucky He as to break that
creatures gays. It all started when my
grandparents decided that our old house wasn't big enough for
our growing family, even though it was a decent size.
My Grandma loved to close the door at night, meaning that she
wanted to be alone after a day of socializing with family and
friends. And as an introverted Aquarius
myself, I understood her completely and was very grateful
when she granted me and my brother, a small plot of land
behind the main house. It was far enough away that it
would seem like its own more than just an extension.
Of the old house and me and my brother got to pick out the
design and interior ourselves big decisions for a couple of
teenagers. Might I add we felt very
important and responsible. The only thing was when we
started on the constructions something seemed off tools kept
breaking or going missing. We began to blame each other.
The struggle was unbearable and we even talked about dropping
the whole project, but then we finally finished and we felt
relieved that feeling was It lived though, the first couple
of months there was all these sounds knocks on doors.
Scratching on the walls, sounds from the roof and even the Eerie
feeling of someone stalking you from the main house to the cabin
when it was dark outside. None of us dared to make the
track from the main house, up to the cabin alone.
Not without, at least our dogs, a strong flashlight and phone
with one of the adults from the main house on the line, we tried
to laugh it off telling each other, that it was just the
normal sounds of a new house settling in and that Fear of the
track to. And from the cabin was just our
minds playing games in the dark. The adults even told us to grow
up saying that it was childish of us.
And that if we wanted to live like adults and have our own
home, we should act like adults too.
And for a second, I thought that they were right.
But then one night, my brother, my boyfriend, and I witnessed
the most, Eerie thing I can imagine we were just about to
turn the corner of the main house.
My boyfriend was holding the flashlight, my brother used his
phone as a light. It and I was carrying some
snacks in a blanket while looking after two of our dogs
that we always had with us, suddenly both of the dogs
stopped dead in their tracks, hairs standing up on both of
them and they started growling at something in the dark, my
boyfriend and brother positioned themselves with me and between
and then used their lights to search the perimeter for the
source of my dog's Behavior. At first glance, nothing was out
of the ordinary but then my boyfriend caught something in
the lights that looked more like a shadow than anything.
Dog started barking and it was a struggle for me to hold them
back. Not wanting to let them go
after. Whatever.
This was my brother started yelling, we see you fool, show
yourself. Or we will release the dogs on
you, and call the cops, but whatever it was just turned away
from us and ran behind our cabin.
Both boys, then decided to charge after the shadow.
My dogs nearly going crazy by my side.
I decided to let go of one of them to go with the guys and
protect them while the other one stayed at my site.
As loyal and fierce as ever, which I couldn't say for myself,
at that moment alone in the dark, with only my dog is my
protector and no light. Since I was carrying the snacks.
While the boys had the flashlights, I was scared
senseless. I tried to listen to the sound
of the boys in the dog, not wanting them to get hurt.
But also feeling very helpless in the dark.
If anything were to happen, I suddenly heard something
rustling in the bushes near me in a split second, I felt
everything from relieved, too scared to panicked and I
Couldn't feel my heart, or catch my breath.
My dog went dead. Silent beside me pressing up
against me. Trying to herd me towards the
main house safety instead of obeying.
I turn towards the sound, not wanting anything.
Creeping up on me, I would at least look the danger right in
the eye when it came from me. I am not afraid of you.
I said into the dark convincing enough in my tone that I
surprised myself. I even felt like my dog
acknowledged. My strength for its second and
stood its ground with me. And for a second, everything
went dead silent, not even the wind are to whisper, then my
other dog came out of the Bush behind me.
Followed by both my brother and boyfriend.
All of them panting like crazy, who are you talking to my
boyfriend asked, bending over and grappling his knees, while
he tried to catch his breath. I didn't answer him.
I just went to my dogs to look for injuries and praising them
for their bravery. Then doing the same to the guys,
expect not praise, but yell at them for leaving me in.
Putting themselves in danger. We then walk the rest of the way
to our cabin, checking every window door and of course under
the beds but the whole time. I felt like something was
watching from the bushes trying to figure out what it was.
That wasn't afraid of the dark. My dog who was missing for five
months returned home one morning, this is an account of
the first two nights at home with him.
I was just about to put on a pot of coffee, when something brown
caught my eye right outside, the kitchen window.
At the first glance, I thought I must have left a code out on the
porch, but upon closer investigation, I realized it
wasn't a code after all. But something alive, I nearly
left through the glass when it hit me that I recognize this
animal on the porch, was my dog moose who Disappeared one night,
five months ago, I'll never forget that day.
I came home from a late shift at work to a vacant House.
Moose was always there to greet me at the door wagging, his
bushy tail, with his tongue, hanging slightly out of the left
side of his jaw that night though, it was deathly.
Silent. My attempts at calling, his name
were never answered. I searched my house front to
back at least 10 times when that didn't pan out, I took my search
outside where I covered the yard then expanded my search into the
nearby Woods. I never found a trace of where
he might have gone. The following days were spent
calling anyone. I could think of, in putting up
posters everywhere. My efforts, never bore any
fruit. My soul was crushed.
It was as if moose vanished Into Thin Air.
Now though, there he was curled up into a ball on my porch.
I flung the door open with enough force that threatened to
fly off the hinges and wrapped him in my arms.
After I completed my warm reunions with my dog, I pulled
away, and took a good look at him.
I That he hadn't whacked his tail or made any sort of noise
at all like he normally did, which made me worried hugging
him felt like I was wrapping my arms around a statue.
Then I noticed something that made me scream.
His eyes were gone. They looked like they had been
deliberately taken out of him Mount.
Like anything that could have been caused by an accident, a
feeling of shock took over me which slowly dissolved into
rage. What kind of Twisted individual
would do this to an animal worried for his health?
I decided my Best plan of action would be to take him to the vet
moose, didn't complain, or emit any kind of emotion, as I picked
him up and put him in the backseat of my car.
I honestly felt so bad for him. I had no idea what he might have
gone through. I knew whatever had happened.
Wasn't pleasant at all, in my mind.
I pictured a small rusted cage where he was tormented day and
night. I bit down hard enough on my
tongue. That I tasted iron and tried my
best to shake these kinds of thoughts, out of my mind, it
wasn't going to do me any good to think.
Like that. I was just happy moose was back
and uneasy feeling crept. Up me as I drove my, I shifted
upwards to the rearview mirror where I looked at moose in the
back seat. When I did, I nearly swerved off
the road, his head was tilted slightly at an odd angle that
made it appear as if he was staring right back at me through
his hollow eyes. I refrain from looking again for
the rest of the ride, we finally made it to the vet and I took
him in. I got the vet to do a full,
check up on him to make sure nothing else was wrong.
With him, I was told he was in good health, aside from the fact
that my dog was now blind. I received some medicine to help
prevent any infection in his eyes in a pamphlet about living
with a blind, pet with tips on ways to improve their quality of
life. I finally got moose home after
the long ride, where I focused all my attention staring at the
road letting moose out of the car.
I noticed he seemed to have no problem whatsoever, getting up
the stairs and making his way into the house which sort of
freaked me out. I just assumed you had memorized
the layout because he's been there.
So long that night, I double checked every possible way out
of my house to be sure. Everything was locked.
I didn't just get him back, so he could wander out an open
window or door. Moo's tried to follow me to bed,
like, he always did, but I lead him out and back to the couch,
it was harder for me to find sleep than I anticipated.
The feeling of iZombie kept me up.
I kept looking through my crack bedroom door, almost
anticipating. Someone being there eventually.
Though my eyes closed and I drifted off, I woke up sometime
early in the morning, right? As the sun was trying to breach
the Horizon, I reached over to check the time on my phone
before I got to my phone as shape outlined in my doorway
caught my attention. I turn my head to see, moose
peeking through my crack door, looking dead at me.
He was barely illuminated, but I could tell something was wrong
about his outline. He looked bigger and his
silhouette contained sharp protrusions shooting out of it,
my heart raced. It's as I took in the site
before me, I guess he somehow noticed me looking because he
slowly disappeared past the door.
I heard floorboards Bend IN Creek, as he made his way back
down the hall. I laid in my bed.
Well, after the sun came up at cracked, my door and tiptoed
into the living room, where I saw moose sitting at the front
door, he looked like he should, I felt like a fool for being
scared of my own dog. His head turned as I entered and
I walked over to Pat him on the head.
I was relieved. I didn't walk in to see Mutated
horror that was once my dog, I tried to shift the blame on me,
still being half asleep a little while later I got ready and left
for work before I did, I made sure moose had some food and
water, then told him goodbye and left for my shift the whole
time. I was at work, I couldn't help,
but think back on what I had seen that morning, I was just
seeing things right. When I pulled into my driveway.
That afternoon, I saw moose looking out through the living
room window at me. I say looking, because the way
his Head was facing the window peering out at me and my car.
It was like, I could feel his side on me, I tried to ignore
the Goosebumps breaking out over my body as I got out of my car
and headed for the front door, I watched the window as my foot
landed on the first step in Moose hop down from the window,
I knew where he was heading. Right, as I opened the door
moose was there, I was happy for a moment because it reminded me
of how it always was before he vanished.
I walked past him and gave him a pat on the head.
And told him he was a good boy sure he unnerved me a little but
I could never be scared of moose.
I still remember the day. My parents brought him home from
the shelter since then he's always been by my side.
The rest of the evening was uneventful I cooked dinner and
gave Musa healthy scoop of dog food that he practically inhaled
me, and moose, sat in the living room, with a movie playing.
I have the weekend off so I had a few drinks.
During the movie, I noticed moose was acting strange.
Looking over at him. He was stiff as a board peering
out the window into the night, like he was seeing something out
there. When the movie finally, ended,
along with my drinks moose was still looking outside.
I figured I would give the yard a once-over with the flashlight
to calm my nerves. I grabbed the flashlight, I kept
under the sink and open my front door to peer out into the abyss
that my yard became after. Sundown my house has positioned,
a good ways off from the road. So the street lamps glow doesn't
reach it. I scan the tree line trying to
see if He was out there. Staring out.
I felt as if the trees themselves were looking back at
me after a few minutes of scanning back and forth, I gave
up whatever had moose. So spooked was beyond me, I got
back inside and was getting ready for bed.
While moose was still looking out the window.
The only time he got up was to follow me into my bedroom where
I walked him back out to the couch and told him.
Good night that night. I woke up to Moose barking.
I leaned over to grab my phone, which told me it was 3:15 a.m.
Am I hurried out of my room? But froze, halfway down the
hallway. There was something off with
mooses barking. It was like he was reaching a
lower octave with each bark. It didn't sound like it used to
be either there was something predatorial about it.
I slowly reach the end of the hall and peered around the wood,
paneling to get a look at. Where moose was when I saw
moose, I nearly cried out, but stopped myself with a hand over
my mouth. He looked as if he had put on at
least 50 pounds, but that wasn't all though.
His back was arched upward like a cat.
When it's scared in parts of his spine had broken through the
skin. Each exposed vertebra, was sharp
and serrated. His teeth were buried with his
mouth, curled into a snarl. I was so close to his bark.
Now, that it seemed to shake my very being his attention wasn't
on me though. His body was positioned facing
the window. The same one, he couldn't take
his eyes off earlier this time it wasn't only the darkness
looking back beyond the window it was accompanied by two wide
eyes and Manic smile, my heart, nearly jumped into my throat
when I saw it, then his gaze which was fixed on, moose
shifted over to me. And this time I wasn't fast
enough to suppress. My scream moves began to turn
around his head. Turned with his body as he stood
mere feet from me, empty sockets instantly locking with my eyes,
he stared intently for what felt like forever.
Until I heard a knock at the door, followed by what sounded
like stifled laughter, like a hand, clasped over a mouth only
allowing little pieces. Of it to escape my attention
shifted from moose, to the front door, as the knocking, began to
grow louder, moose world around to face the door and began
barking. Again, I just stood there
shaking, I couldn't move my heartbeat was in my ears and I
was sure it was about to give out the Laughing grew and grew.
As I saw the doorway start to give under this person's inhuman
strength, the door cracked and splintered as the man's red
soaked. Hands began to appear from the
other side. Moose was growling something
gutter. Earl and low as the man reached
one of his arms. Through the new hole, in my
door, trying to open the door, ripping off little ribbons of
flush. As he worked his way down.
Laughter exploded into the room as the man's grip.
Finally found the inside lock and began to turn horror
possessed my entire being as the door.
Slowly opened up to show a man who was at least seven feet tall
and Bone Finn. He stood right in the doorway
with one of his Crimson covered hands over his mouth cackling
like a disturbed. Child, there you are.
Those were the only words that escaped his lips before moose
launched himself at him. The man went completely are
born. When moose struck him, he
crashed through the railing on the porch and was swallowed up
by the darkness Beyond moves trailed right behind him.
Into the abyss I sat there with my now, empty bladder as the
laughter from the man and mousses howls.
Grew quieter and quieter how long I sat motionless before
moving again, as anyone's guess when I regain myself, the only
thing I could think of to do was call the police Nice.
I repeated the night's events. Only leaving out the part about
what happened to Moose. I doubt, they would believe
that. At the time, I wasn't sure, I
believed what I had seen either. I just told them that moose
chased him off and hasn't come back.
It wasn't long before I heard sirens and blue lights, fill my
yard. They asked me a few questions
before a few officers went and scan the surrounding woods and
streets. I sat in my kitchen on a stool
trying to process. What had just happened?
The sun rose before I heard any news.
Didn't calm my nerves in the slightest.
I was told they found signs of a struggle in multiple locations,
but never found the man, I described there was no sign of
moose, either a detective, gave me his number.
And told me to call him if anything came up and with that,
I was alone in my house trying to do anything that would help
me not be alone with my thoughts.
I decided to go pick up a new door.
There was no way on Earth, I was sleeping without one.
Well, that's if I could even fall asleep after a Long and
quiet trip to Lowe's. I came home and started my work.
It was slow at first as I had no carpentry experience whatsoever
along with last night's events, playing on an endless loop in my
head. I found myself worrying about
moose, I was scared senseless the moment.
I saw him but somehow I still thought of him as my dog that
night. It felt like he was trying to
protect me. I hoped he was okay, I wanted
him back home even though he wasn't the same dog, I knew
before he disappeared. Finished putting in the nude or
the best I could, I was honestly proud of myself.
It actually turned out better than I had hoped the remainder
of the day was spent periodically checking outside
and doing chores around the house to quiet.
My thoughts, I had just finished eating dinner.
When I heard movement on my front porch, it was muffled
behind the door, but I could tell something was there slowly
rising to my feet. I grabbed a knife from the
kitchen seeing that man's crazed, eyes, and smile.
In my mind, my heart rate. Chicken does I held my breath
while creeping up to the door? I was trying my best to stay
calm but I was losing the battle.
I slowly look through the peephole in the door and dropped
the knife to the ground. I didn't see the man from the
night before, instead moose was lying.
Curled up on my welcome mat, all fear, I had of him drained out
of me as I opened the door and wrapped him in my arms just like
I had done. When he showed up a few days
ago, there were Cuts all over him in a large gash in his leg
which I quickly wrapped the best I could.
Was laid on the floor panting as I made him a meal and called the
vet completely forgetting that they weren't open.
I just sat with him for a while, to make sure he was okay.
Until I noticed, he had fallen asleep.
It's been a few weeks since then.
Now me and moose are almost Inseparable slowly.
As time passed, he began to act more lively like he was before
he vanished. I haven't seen him in that form.
Like he was that night. I still think about it, every
once in a while but then I take a good look at him and honestly
it doesn't Really affect me anymore.
I know, moose would never hurt me every night.
I still make sure my house is secure knot to keep muhsin but
keep whoever showed up that night out, the police, never
found the men. I still dream of that face in my
window, and it makes my blood turn to ice one more thing
that's changed after that night, I no longer bar moose from my
bedroom at night, he follows me in and lays on the new dog bed.
I have placed right beside me. Good boy.
Really affect me anymore. I know, moose would never hurt
me every night. I still make sure my house is
secure knot to keep muhsin but keep whoever showed up that
night out, the police, never found the men.
I still dream of that face in my window, and it makes my blood
turn to ice one more thing that's changed after that night,
I no longer bar moose from my bedroom at night, he follows me
in and lays on the new dog bed. I have placed right beside me.
Good boy.