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 to 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 tend to do So 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 walked 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 out 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 grabbed 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.
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 spared. 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.
I 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 at 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 realized 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 at also taken her, we had
to get out of there to escape whatever Horrors were lurking in
the woods but as we stumble through the underbrush, the
storm raging around us, we couldn't shake the feeling that
we were being hunted and we knew I knew that we were running out
of time as this 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 nerve 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.
We 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 chests. As we realize 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 At the 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 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.
Twee 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 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, our 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 He's
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
On it became clear 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.
Other 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 leave 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.
Any animal, we knew 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.
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 me.
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 in 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 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 the 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. 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 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 Owing 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 The 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. Her 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 looked, 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 a loan. 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 to disease even if it let me skip school when I was 16,
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 What 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 and 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 and climbed 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 that 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
daylight 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 in 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
mountain tops All Tied off with a, do not trespass sign.
So the land is all for me and my family in 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 looked 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, you 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, 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 from me 70° 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 that 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. I zoned out somewhere around
her. 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 or 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 to 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 is, Started
feeling morphed into a slight feeling of vertigo.
It felt like the ground around me had begun to slowly spin.
Ah, 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 and 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 I'd blocky 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. Did 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 skulls hung from a thick, rope
necklace, and several straps across his chest, I'd 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 has 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
it. S in stood, its ground with me.
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 he 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 wagged 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. Not 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 moves, 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 backseat. 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.
He 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 has 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 is 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 heart, be 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 thin. 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 moose in,
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.
Everyone knows the feeling of hunger and yet some have never
seen it. You yourself may have claimed to
be starving, empty famished, or hungry, but have you yourself
ever encountered the merciless beasts?
We call hunger? Have you ever considered that
the thing you call? Starving is only the fingernail
of the monster that plagues the minds and Souls of the innocent
and sane breathing down, your neck and clawing at your skin.
With Crimson covered Nails, desperate to get inside only
blocked from you gobbling down. And cheese, burgers, pizza and
doughnuts and yet a few have come close to hunger.
Some of the worst instances of mass hunger known as famines
have plagued us for centuries Ireland, 1845 Russia, 1921 China
1959. And yet even in these stages of
hunger When people's teeth were not and broken from eating
leather and dirt and animals had a feast of the bones and human
remains very few have ever seen hunger.
Few have seen the one to go. All the windigo ever feels as
hunger. That's because it is hunger.
You may have heard of the one to go or seen drawings of it.
But for the few who have seen it for most, it was the last thing
they ever saw. I haven't seen it.
No, thank God. I haven't yet the old members in
my family have stared at it in its Hollow eyes.
This is not my story. It's my father's when I was
around the age of 15, he told me to sit down next to him pointing
to the brown cloth chair. I I was old enough to know why
he never lets me set foot in the woods.
Why we never go up north, especially never, when it's
winter. I recorded it all he requested
for. That wanted a record of what
happened to him to make sure no one else went through it.
Like he did. This is what he told me.
Father story, he takes out a cigarette and clicks, a lighter
until a small Blaze and puts the small flame to his cigarette
before, starting my uncle decided it was time for me to Is
it the Great Lakes forests? He told me the woods were some
of the most beautiful in the whole country.
It took a lot of convincing until your grandfather.
Decided it was fine for me to visit the north.
Of course, when he made the decision, it was Winter by then
the winter down here is a light Breeze compared to the freeze up
in the North Pole days and dark icy nights.
It's a wonder how the Native Americans managed to survive
months of thick snow. And the creatures that came with
it. He pauses to take another puff
Of his cigarette before continuing.
This didn't stop. My uncle who had prepared in
case, we had to go during the winter for both me and him as if
we were going to the Arctic, Vic puffy, jackets boots, and
gloves, as well as goggles. In case, We Came Upon a storm on
a walk as well as bear spray. If we came across wild animals,
he also packed something else, it Desert Eagle, the ones, those
cops have in the movies. He didn't actually expect to use
it. It was just in case we came
across a Our links and things, got close and personal, he
pauses and stares at his right foot.
He definitely didn't think we needed it for something
different. It was around mid November.
When we took the plane to the state of Michigan, he had
purchased a standard hotel room in a small town.
He refused to say its name and we spent a few days simply
getting used to the sceneries of where we were.
My uncle was right. It was beautiful, Actually.
I don't even think the word beautiful cuts it.
I could see. The edge of the forest by my
window. The trees were tall like long
hairs protruding from the head of Mother Nature and along those
hairs light. The fleas, squirrels Chipmunks
Birds and the occasional wolf and fox would pass by before,
despairing in the shadow of the trees.
I'll tell you even now I do miss seeing the trees and watching
the wind blow, the Tall Pines and Harmony, he Sighs and puts
out his Sig on his wooden chair but I know I can never go back
there. Almost every day we went on.
X with the snow crunching beneath our feet stopping every
so often to witness the wildlife once or twice, we came across a
bear. I was scared, of course but my
uncle had faced plenty in his time living there.
So of course he knew what to do. Don't look them in the eyes.
He would whisper to me as he pulled out his bear spray just
in case and eventually it would move along searching for some
berries to eat. It was around our second week
there, when my uncle decided to take me on my first night walk,
Okay, so we put on our coats snow boots and brought along the
bear spray in Desert Eagle. It was somehow even more
gorgeous in the dark than it was in the day.
The Stars float above us like fireflies welcoming us to the
forest as the moon is big and bright as ever hovered above us.
We walked Until We Came Upon a fork in the path.
We usually would go left as it's much longer, so we could
experience the forest more. But it was a lot colder than
usual. So, my uncle decided it was best
to get back sooner rather than later.
Later, for some reason, the Colder Weather did hang in my
mind for longer than it should have.
Although the weather could be unpredictable, the weather news
where I was was more accurate than the ones down in the north.
This thought slipped my mind, eventually reasoning that every
News Channel, got it wrong, eventually.
So we continued. But as we went, it just kept
getting colder and colder by this point, my uncle repeatedly
kept looking up at the sky with a bewildered.
Look on his face. Looking up.
I saw not a Single cloud in the sky.
Nothing to indicate a snow storm was coming or anything that
would cause the weather to get this cold soon.
My uncle put me close to him to make us warmer.
It wasn't a long hike back just a mile or so then it was clear.
Something was wrong. More than the weather.
As we kept walking, we went faster.
We heard something walking around us.
My uncle jerked his head in that direction, instinctively.
Pulling out his bear spray looking past him.
I could clearly see several pairs of eyes In the shadow of
the trees moving fast and toward us, my uncle had quickly raised
the bear spray and put himself in front of me, screaming to get
back looking over. I could now clearly see, it was
a pack of wolves mouths, open panting and stamping.
Their feet on the ground creating loud cracks as the snow
fell beneath them looking up. Uncle had his finger straight on
the bear, spray trigger, ready to get them.
Then the Wolves ran right past us they were maybe 10 feet away
from us at most moving so fast. And I could feel a small gust of
wind push against my face, my uncle put down the bear spray
and looked around complete utter confusion, encompassing, his
whole face. That's when I saw more glowing
eyes, he motions his hand in a circle around him.
There had to be dozens of Critters and birds running, they
didn't even stop to look at us. They were just getting away.
All the animals. I had feared, all the critters,
and birds, and all sorts of things in the woods.
I had stared in amazement just days before.
All of them were running. I had never seen anything like
it in my life nor did my uncle. He decided that it was time to
go. Most likely, because whatever
the animals were running from was something that we didn't
want to come across. Now, my uncle was someone that
doesn't get scared easily from the stories.
Your grandfather told me he had faced death more times than he
could count coming across an angry Grizzly, a hungry pack of
wolves and even someone pointing a gun at him.
Even then I didn't see fear in his face.
Yes, but looking into his eyes, I could see worried and that was
all, I needed to know our normal walk had turned into a jog with
Uncle deciding that it would be faster to go off the trail,
through the woods on the trail. There was a clear opening
overhead for the light of the moon and stars to shine through
but off-trail the pine needles blocked.
Most of the light that came through with small beams
piercing the thick hide every so often my uncle just kept walking
straight towards the town. He probably just had half a mile
left when he suddenly Stopped making me bump into his back.
He didn't move didn't even make a sound.
Almost like he had stopped breathing.
Hey, I asked in a Squall, 'I voice, I looked ahead of him.
My heart pounding against my sternum as it felt like a
bicycle pump. Up ahead was the outline of a
person, though. It was too far away to see any
facial features or any features at all.
It was about 30 seconds before my uncle started backing up,
gesturing me to do the same. Hello, can we help you?
I heard a tremble, it was a small one, but it was enough to
tell me everything. I needed to know, my uncle one
of the coolest people I've ever known was scared ever.
So slowly, my uncle put his hand behind his back, moving towards
the bear spray but my eyes nearly popped out when his hand
went past the bear spray and move toward the gun, I heard a
snapping sound up ahead. I heard what sounded like a
small twig break and breaking eye contact with my uncle's
hand. I Forward back at the figure, he
had taken a step forward stepping on a small branch that
poked out of the layer of snow. And with that step, there was a
new feeling in the air. It wasn't the cold, it wasn't
fear. It was Hunger in almost lost,
full amount of it. Look, my uncle said as his hand,
still gradually move towards the Desert Eagle.
We don't want any trouble. We're just trying to get back to
town. So if you could please, he
didn't get to finish his sentence.
By this point, my father stopped looking at me instead looking
out the window. It all happened too fast.
First there were the steps fast rampant.
Each step came with a snarl. It was too fast for my uncle too
fast for me to process. What came next was The Gunshot.
It ran off the trees bouncing back into my ears, making them
ring like a church bell. He got one shot off before it
got to us. One shot off before it made him
scream. It's And in term flinging both
me and his gun to the left. Slamming me on the ground with a
loud thud which knocked the wind right out of me.
Oh God, the screams it didn't get him quickly, I didn't see it
happen but I heard the crunch of teeth going through and meeting
bone. It probably stop there for a
second to savor The Taste against.
It's rotten teeth before it continued.
I'm glad I didn't see it happen. But I could damn well hear it
splish and splash as Crimson was everywhere.
Princess After crunch came followed by popping sounds.
I don't know how long I had my eyes closed, but the sounds were
inhuman. I opened them.
I was facing away from them and looking at a light that bounced
off his silver object, the Desert Eagle.
I stood up still shaken from the fall.
The funny thing was, I wasn't scared.
My brain, must have taken a hit, making it difficult for me to
process what was happening behind me.
I took a casual step forward towards the gun, tracking the
snow With my feet and that's when the crunching stopped,
that's when I remembered where I was.
We both turned around at the same time, its eyes met mine.
If you could call the mice, they were dark and Hollow then there
was the rest of its body. I couldn't believe the thing
that did that to, my uncle was unbelievably skinny, Its Ribs,
poked out of its chest bones clearly seen through its slender
arms and lakes. There were antlers that look
like that of a deer protruding from its head.
He pauses and thinks for a moment.
No, it wasn't a head, it was his skull.
That's what it looked like a skull with deer.
Antlers coming from the top of its head, and even as it
crouched, I could see it was tall even towering over me and
that stance. We both stared at each other for
what felt like hours before, it turned back around and continued
getting what was left of my uncle, it didn't even care.
I was there. Why didn't it just attack me
next? Just get it over with.
I didn't stop to ask these questions.
I just And picked up the gun and ran for a second.
I considered firing, but I don't even think bullets affected this
thing. All I knew was, I had to get
away. So I kept running, what probably
took just 10 minutes. Felt like an eternity.
And then I saw the lights of the town.
I'm going to make it, I thought hope creeping up my spine and
into my brain. And that's when I heard the
distant footsteps, I turned around for a split second and
felt that hope come crashing down all the way to my toes.
There, it was probably just 500 feet away.
I could see its eyes, they weren't glowing or anything.
They were just so dark. They stood out.
Even at night. Now, it was running fast.
I couldn't believe my eyes. I would bet all the money I have
this thing. Could easily beat a gazelle.
I turn my head back around and continued running, putting all
my strength and energy into my legs, to just get away from this
thing, but the steps just kept getting closer.
Now, I understand why it didn't get me before.
Because it knew that no matter how much I tried to run it,
would never fail to catch me and all of the sudden hit did a jolt
of pain went through my entire leg when it clamped down.
This thing had unimaginable strength to pick me up and flung
me, several dozen feet. I landed head first shock and
pain spreading throughout my entire body but soon the pain
was going away. As I felt myself slipping away
out of Consciousness in the background.
I heard it crunching. This is it.
This is how I'm Going to go. I believed it.
I truly did. But then I heard it get up.
It was my uncle. You aren't going down that easy.
Are you? The words were all I needed
every emotion in my body hopelessness fear sadness.
Despair were all replaced by one rage.
I turned around and pointed the weapon, which I managed to keep
a hold of it. Turned seemingly.
Shocked that I had a weapon in my hand but soon after it
charged I wasn't aiming for Anything in fired almost
seemingly in slow motion. I saw it Fly and go straight
into the void. That was it sighs time stop for
just a second then it's tumbled, backward, grabbing its face.
I then heard it's cream for the first time in the recording.
I saw fear Flicker and my father's eyes and then he
continues when I saw it. Opened its mouth, I expected a
monstrous Bellow or a loud shriek the what came out was
worse. It wasn't the sound of a monster
but the Of a people, hundreds of people men and women screaming
but one scream remains in my mind forever.
The only reason I can't ever forget what happened that day.
I heard a specific scream come out of its mouth.
The scream of my uncle, the rage was gone and the terror returned
I got back up and continued running towards the light.
I didn't want to get away from it.
I just wanted to get away from the horrible screaming but I
couldn't I just couldn't no matter how fast I ran.
Dream stayed the same but then it changed for.
It was no longer screaming of pain, but screams of Rage, I
continued running, I had to get away.
My leg was continuing to grow in pain.
As I continued running, my lungs went into overdrive as my body,
demanded, a huge amount of oxygen that my lungs could not
provide. I remember bursting through the
woods welcomed by the Bright Street lamps and the hard
pavement beneath my boots. When I had burst through Out of
the Woods, my body had used up all of all its strength and I
fell the last memory I got before, blacking out was the
Screech of tires. A man looking over me on the
phone and before I lost Consciousness, I turned my head
and turned toward the woods as saw it standing there.
One eye closed staring at me. I didn't need to see its face to
know what it felt. It was angry and it was still
hungry. I woke up the next day in the
town's hospital by that time, I had been out for three days,
your grandfather had flown over. After he heard the news, I was
greeted with his tears in his warm hug.
After he saw me awake, I told him and everyone else everything
about the thing and uncle, they didn't believe me, probably
thought the number of hits I took on my head, made me imagine
a bear as a monster. They did send out a search
party, however, they didn't find it, but found what was left of
Uncle. The rumors spread.
He saw us that one to go is probably still out there
continuing to get innocent people.
Continuing to hate me for being the one that got away and
there's more out there more that will not stop until they are
full and they are Never full and never will be.
He pauses the most disturbing thought I have is that of my
uncle's voice in my head when that when to go had me on the
ground sometimes, I think was it actually my uncle's voice
telling me to get up or was it that thing telling me to get up,
wanting me to put up a little more fight I guess I'll never
know. Excluding some tropical species
such as coconut and banana trees.
No tree. Can survive long, without
branches, and yet defined all explanation.
I saw a pair of branchless oak trees in the summer of 2015.
When I use the word branchless, I'm not referring to a stump or
a tree that has shed. Its leaves during the winter.
I'm talking about to 15-foot Tall Tree Trunks, both sporting
identical pointed Peaks and surfaces of jagged bark, no
branches or leaves no severed. CH stumps on the bark.
That would indicate the old Oaks had ever been anything.
Other than monolithic plants bizarre.
I chuckled not necessarily riveting dinner talk.
I know. Believe me I wouldn't be
recounting the tail if it had ended their I chose to follow
the overgrown footpath between the two pillars of bark rather
than the well maintained public footpath.
Which led far away from the ominously bear trunks.
I've always been an antagonist. So I suppose I wanted to satiate
my hungry ego by taking the Trodden path.
I know tourist, I inwardly scoffed.
Hubris, always comes before the fall, or as my son would say, I
had succumbed to main character energy.
I wish I'd taken the popular path.
I waited through leaves and Moss.
And the undergrowth crunched beneath my walking boots.
I had no intended destination in mind.
I was just looking for somewhere to set up my base camp.
I knew how to retraced my steps. I saw no harm in taking a
mystery trail from time to time. A time, I simply like to
separate myself from the world, I Venture on solo camping, trips
to clear my head. My wife and children, don't take
much interest in nature so it's not that.
I purposefully exclude them, frankly.
I thank God that they weren't with me on this particular trip
whilst camping in the middle of a clearing.
I was awoken by rustling sounds outside my tent.
I tried to ignore them squeezing my eyelids together and angrily,
attempting to force myself, back to sleep frustration quickly
turned. Fear the noises that engulfed,
my tent where unlike any I'd ever heard high-pitched squeals
similar to trainer Soul squeaking against a hardwood
floor, were emitted from every direction heart racing at a
tremendous Pace. I sat upright and stared at the
fragile wall of material. That was separating me from
whatever unidentifiable things were out there very little
Moonlight reached the clearing thankfully, so the Shadows that
danced on the outer fabric of my tent were indistinguishable that
made it easier. ER, to tell myself the creatures
were simply foxes, they were not foxes, I knew that I use string
to build a makeshift lock for the zipper on my tent.
I didn't want anything opening the door to my vulnerable
Fortress. After that I lay down and waited
the piercing yipping noises eventually quieted down but I
didn't immediately fall asleep. I intended to stay awake all
night but I must have eventually passed out.
I think Terror can do that to a person in the morning.
I And to leave The Haunting woods and go home.
You can imagine my horror when I unlocked my tent door and found
that I was no longer in the forest clearing my tent had been
moved whilst, I slept more horrifyingly than that, I found
myself. Stuck in a thick cluster of
branchless trees, as far as the eye could see, I was surrounded
by those eerily raw. Nope, trunks.
I instantly packed my tent and belongings.
I weave between the densely packed trees of the New
branchless Forest in which I found myself.
No luck. I'd completely lost my bearings.
I had no idea where I'd been taken.
The branchless forest was the same in every direction.
All I could see was endless bark and when the sun began to fall
below the tip of the Treetops, I realized I'd let the wintry day
slip away from me night was approaching quickly but that
wasn't what terrified me? Most the horrid squeals had
returned as the sun dipped lower and lower the squeals multiplied
in 'loudened before long. The sound was a I need by
wrestling bushes Panic, turn me to Stone my walking slowed, and
I started to believe I would never leave the forest.
I was unbelievably happy when I found this dream, my Saving
Grace, I couldn't find it on my map, but I didn't have time to
think about the horrifying implications of that fact.
Every stream has to lead somewhere even in a dense
landscape of alien trees. I had no idea which way to walk.
So I followed the stream East, trying fervently to ignore the
cacophony. A of squeals in rustling
Shrubbery. I pressed on words I was
stumbling around in complete darkness.
At this point, guided only by the dim light of my cheap torch,
after an hour of walking, I finally found something.
Promising a cave, I didn't plan on entering it, but I welcomed
any sort of landmark that could break the monotony of ceaseless
tree trunks. My Victorious moment was
short-lived. However, as I was interrupted by
small patterning, sounds from behind me, I quivered as I
twist. Sit around and move my torch
light towards the source of the sound, finding myself gazing
Upon A terrifying gaggle of two dozen, tiny humanoid creatures.
Each one was about 30 cm tall had to Aunt like feelers in lieu
of eyes and brandished a ghoulish set of black fangs.
Each one also had four vaguely human arms along with to vaguely
human legs. As they walked towards me, they
dropped four words and used all six limbs to Scurry like insects
I backed away incredibly slow. Olli almost too petrified to
move my torch shook violently in my near numb hand, in a flood of
sound, in a flash of Rapid movement, one of the fiendish
things, charged for my leg and make quick work of sneaking
around it. I screamed as the creature began
to constrict my limb cutting off its circulation.
The creatures friends released A Chorus of seemingly jubilant
squeals. I didn't wait for the others to
join their Brave leader. I ferociously punted the
trendsetting creature with the rear end of my torch and it
Still in pain uncoiling from my like body shaking and horror.
I seized my small window of opportunity and started
sprinting towards the cave mouth.
The six lend monstrosity has pursued me, rapidly closing the
gap between us. I expected them to devour me in
the entrance to the Black Chasm. I was approaching they didn't as
I fell into the nothingness of the cave.
I turned around to. Look at the now stationary group
of horrifying ant people, they were just standing at the
entrance of the cave and Watching it was as if they were
too afraid to step inside and I really should have paid more
attention to that. I hiss like a sand timer, being
flipped upside down erupted from the deepest point of the
cavernous pit, I shuddered but I realized I had two options.
I could either face certain death from the ant people at the
door to the cave or I could risk.
Whatever lay in wait there wasn't really a choice but I
chose the latter, my torch barely illuminated the few yards
in front of me. So I was mostly Wandering in
Pitch Blackness that hissing creature was suddenly entirely
silent. The only sound in the cave was
that of my echoing footsteps. Even the ant people had ceased
their squealing. What did they fear in the heart
of? That Dreadful place that was
when I saw it? The cave itself was not
particularly big. It was more of a room that a
home and I stumbled into the room of the ghastliest thing
I've ever seen. The ant people paled in
comparison, my Torchlight could scarcely, do justice to the The
enormous being before me in the very far corner of the cave
about 100 feet from the entrance was a ten-foot tall insect
actually. No, I don't think it was an
insect much like the ant people. It possessed some
characteristics of certain insects and arachnids, but this
creature was a beast onto its own.
The thing was essentially just six hairless legs.
Similar to those of a human other than the length and the
pointed ends instead of feet at first glance, it seemed like a
spider with two missing. But I quickly ascertain that the
creature had no discernible body, its body was its legs.
The thing had no head, it's six limbs met at a central point but
there was no indication of any torso that would contain organs
or sensory tools. Yet the creature certainly lived
and it certainly sensed me. It's horrifying.
Six, legs started to tentatively crawl towards the source of the
Torchlight. I wasn't going to wait around
for another monster to seize my body and devour it.
I scanned the walls of the Cave looking for a hiding spot in the
other back corner. There was a cluster of rocks.
If I could just crawl in there, I might be Out Of Reach.
I thought I sprinted at a speed, I didn't know I could reach the
six-legged thing. Hurdled after me its limbs,
making a horror, if it clicking sound as they galloped across
the stones, beneath them diving for a gap behind the Rocks, I
crawled out of reach and put my torch light onto the creature,
which lay beyond my Rocky Fortress.
The thing Unleashed a menacing howl, and proceeded to The sharp
ends of its fleshy limbs at the holes between the Rocks.
Fortunately, the rock shielded me, but the wait until sunrise
was unbearably long as daylight began to fill the cave.
I squinted through the cracks in my Rocky wall and I was fairly
certain. The ant people had vanished, I
had a plan but I only had one shot at making it.
Work searching in my rucksack. I found what I needed a flare.
I just had to hope it would scare away.
The six-legged thing that was valiantly attempting to turn me
into Minced meat, not pausing to make any more plans or rethink
my decision. I lit up the flare.
It worked the creature. Wailed in Terror backing away
into, it's original corner of the cave to escape the scorching
blaze of the flare in my hand. I heard Lee scrambled free of
the rocky Fortress, keeping the flare in front of me and I ran
to the entrance of the creatures Den.
I was determined not to spend another day in that nightmarish
Forest. I followed the stream, the other
way, after hours, and hours of King, I finally found something
that briefly stifled, the fear, in my heart, I found trees with
branches and leaves, recognizing my surroundings.
I managed to retraced my steps and find the original overgrown
path. That I followed through the to
branchless trees, the trees that started that mess.
I've never talked about this incident to anyone.
I couldn't find that Forest of branchless, trees the stream
where the cave on any map. I don't know how I stumbled upon
it. I don't know how I escaped from.
It, I only know one thing, if you ever see a branch Le soap
tree walk away? I've always loved Birds going on
Hikes pointing them out to my family.
They've always been such fun creatures.
Every winter break my family sends me to my uncle Jack's
little cabin with my notebook so I can take a break from high
school. They never let me keep my phone
and anytime anything comes up, I notify him immediately sounds
like a terrible idea, right? I've been doing this for a few
years now and luckily, nothing bad has happened.
Well, until this one for Friends.
My uncle is the strongest and smartest man.
You'll ever meet retired soldier at least three medals won for
his courage. You know, the type if you was
dropped in a rainforest for a week, he'd survived by drinking
python Venom and spearing for piranhas.
If you whipped out a phone in front of him, he would point out
every little thing and asked about it.
I love him to bits. We're both a little estranged
with our families. So he became like a second
father to me. He lives in a quaint little
cabin in some Washington. Rainforest.
There's a single dirt road that you exit onto when you leave the
highway and after maybe an hour, you'll arrive at his little
wooden home. My aunt passed away a few years
ago, which I think is why my mom always sends me to his house.
And so, she did, as I played games on my phone, in the back
seat, my mom looked a little distressed as she drove through
the dirt path. But apparently, my uncle had
been acting a little odd, which she chalked up to old age, but
she knew her brother well and it was the first sign.
Things wouldn't go how I'd hoped he was normal when we first
arrived and for a good few days things were just as they should
have. Been my uncle would enforce a
curfew strictly at 9:00 before pulling me out of my bed at 6:00
in the morning. I would watch Birds on Hikes and
draw them in my notebook. While my uncle told jokes about
the Marines. I had heard them a thousand
times before, of course, but just the sound of my uncle's
voice was pleasant. It wasn't until the fourth day
of my week-long trip. That I noticed what my mom was
talking about About you would mutter under his breath stare at
the sky at night when he thought I wasn't looking and for my
uncle silence was rare. His hearty laughter and
confident demeanor were noticeably missing throughout
the day. By the time the sun was setting.
My uncle changed the curfew 26. There would be no leaving the
house after the sun had set, even though he was usually
strict, he had never missed out on cooking, s'mores while
playing his Banjo by the campfire.
Not once that night, as I read my book under my Flashlight.
I glanced out the window. Only to see a pair of Bright
Eyes, staring, right back at me. I knew it was Wildlife, but my
uncle's Behavior had made me a little edgy.
The next day when I asked about it, he told me that it was a fox
and that their eyes would shine an ominous red at night.
It wasn't for a few days until I remembered that foxes didn't
live in this area of Washington. The next day, my uncle looked
visibly nervous. He told me that he would be
going hunting and he wouldn't be back until evening.
There were cheese crackers in the pantry.
If I got hungry he would be back soon.
Don't go out too far until he gets back.
The usual at this point. I was extremely nervous alone to
watch over his cabin. After he left.
I looked around a little this feeling this horrible unease,
that I was somehow being watched creeped into my soul.
This wasn't a prank. The only pranks my uncle had
ever. Done were filling my shoes with
dirt and letting a spider loose in my bed sheets.
I knew I was alone but the Wouldn't go away after looking
around for a bit in the same spot where I had seen the eyes
last night were tracks, human tracks to Bare footprints in the
dirt. My uncle didn't come back that
night. I've only pulled three
all-nighters without sleep and that was one of them.
I stayed awake, my whole night with my curtains drawn, to
afraid to see what might be watching.
On the other side, I hid underneath my covers, the wind
howling outside. I was comforted by the fact that
if something was outside it, Would be suffering in the 20
degree, windy weather. I spent the whole day reading
too, afraid to go out my stomach slightly woozy from the diet of
peanut butter, and jelly sandwiches with crackers, by
night time, my uncle still hadn't, come back the next day.
My mom would come to pick me up. But sadly, that isn't all that
happened. I remember exactly how the night
went that maybe 10:00 at night. I heard a knock on the door, my
uncle. Kept a key underneath the
frayed. Welcome mat.
He never knocked. His boisterous self, wouldn't
let him knock on the door of his own house silently.
I made my way to my bathroom, locking the door behind me,
making sure that there weren't any windows in it.
I was clutching an aluminum bat, that my uncle never used for the
vague, hope that if someone or something got into the house, I
could defend myself. The knocking got more violent.
Something was slamming on the door, then, as abruptly as it
started. It stopped.
Then I heard it again. This time, it was on the The
other side of the house, glass shattering a loud thud.
Ooh, my heart was pumping. I turned off the light in the
bathroom is footsteps. Creaked on the floor boards
outside it walked right by my door, a shadow blocking the
light from filtering in the bottom of the door frame.
I knew better than to make noise.
They hung around for a good few hours.
My adrenaline wore out after a while with just pure fear
remaining if only my uncle was there.
Luckily I had turned off the light in my room.
There was nothing that signified I was in the house, but I still
held my breath until they scampered back out the window,
at least, that was what it sounded like.
I didn't take the risk of leaving.
I slept in the bathtub that night.
The next morning, I woke up to my mom yelling and knocking on
the door. Opening the bathroom door, the
floor was covered in red liquid, a trail of sticky, Crimson still
damp on the wooden floor. I nearly threw up running to the
door. My mom stood in front of me and
raged at how I hadn't responded. Where was Uncle Jack.
Why did I sleep in so late? I just hugged her sobbing.
I didn't know what happened or why she pretty quickly realized
that things weren't normal after taking a look, inside the cabin.
She called the local police. I still remember, the cold
interrogation room? Where was I that night?
What happened to my uncle? Whose blood was on the floor?
I answered everything. Honestly, my eyes blurred with
tears and my Clumped with snot. It was horrible.
I was dismissed as a suspect. I think they felt bad for me.
Crying my eyes out in front of them.
It's been a year after multiple searches, none of the local
authorities could find my uncle. He was well and truly gone.
His house got shut down. I spent this winter break at
home. Remembering what happened?
I don't think I'll ever forget, my Uncle Jack and his cabin in
the woods and I don't think I'll ever truly know what happened in
that Forest. And maybe it's better that way.
I don't think I want to know what happened that night.
My life is boring. I'm a student at a boring
University in a boring town, in my free time, I usually sit in
my tiny boring student room with my boring computer having to
listen to my boring roommate and her boring.
Boyfriend's loud conversations for a long while.
I have felt that my life is too routine.
I do the same boring crap every single day.
I felt a need for more excitement in my life.
Since I was 15 I have always been interested in places that
most people do not really. Of places that have stood
abandoned for many years places that if you enter them, you
stand the risk of getting arrested reading about these
places on Reddit, always excited me.
I wanted to go to them, I wanted the adrenaline and fear that
came with them watching other people on YouTube.
Exploring old hotels, warehouses malls are even bowling.
Alleys made me jealous. I watch people getting chased by
dogs or cops people finding creepy items are encountering
homeless addicts and that only made me.
Me want to visit an abandoned Place more because my life was
so boring. The adrenaline was very alluring
to me. And so, I did some research, I
had only been a student at my university for a couple of
months. I was in a new town with new
places to explore after doing some Googling.
I found out that there in fact was an abandoned place where I
live, not too far from me. Of course, I was intrigued, I
needed to spice up my life and unlike other people, my age.
I did not want to do that by partying or hook.
Nope, I wanted to spice my life up by adding some danger to it
from what I read the place did not seem that special, it was
not an entire hotel or some Mall.
It was only an old underground tunnel that used to be a passage
for car traffic. It felt like the perfect place
for a beginner to explore. It had not been in use for over
20 years, and it seemed that not that many Urban explorers had
been there before me. I have some friends, but none of
them would ever be interested in putting themselves in danger,
just to seek something. Thrill, my friends are the kind
of people who like to sit in a circle while drinking and
playing games that can be fun, of course, but it is not very
exciting. So I went alone, you stupid
decision. I know I am a young and short
female, who decided to go to an abandoned place after dark on my
own. I was naive and thought that
nothing could ever happen to me. But something did and after my
experience, you best believe that I will not explore a loan
or at all ever. Again, it was a Can night when I
decided to take my bike and go to the tunnel with me.
I brought a flashlight an army knife.
Pepper spray in my camera. At least I brought some
protection, right? But that did not help me from
getting traumatized, maybe for life.
It had already gotten dark out in before leaving.
I check the time on my computer monitor.
It was 2204. So not that late.
This was during Autumn though. So the natural light had run out
for the day. I left my room and lock the door
after me. Me, my roommate is a nice girl
but I don't fully trust her yet and locking it.
When I left, she had the door to her room open as always.
And therefore saw me leaving. I did not tell her where I was
going, only that I was taking a walk.
Once I got out of my apartment building I unlocked my bike and
started my journey towards the tunnel.
I had found the coordinates online and was finding my way to
them with the help of Google Maps on my phone to get there.
I had to bike through a wooded area.
The path was not. Up, the only reason that I could
see anything was because of my bike light.
It was scary, but I enjoyed the fear.
At least I was feeling something.
I thought it was great. I already felt more alive and I
had not even reached my destination.
Yet suddenly my GPS said to turn left into the woods.
It would have been impossible to take my bike because there was
no path and the terrain did not seem friendly.
Therefore, I left my bike on the path and locked it.
I turn my bike light off in suddenly.
See, I was standing in complete darkness.
The only sound was the wind blowing the leaves and some
ruffling of trees from a deer or something.
I took a deep breath and turned on the flashlight that I had
brought with me. It was a cheap flashlight.
And the light emitted was far from satisfactory.
I could really only see a couple of meters in front of me,
nothing scary had really happened yet, but I still felt
uneasy. I started to regret coming
there, but thought that I might as well get to the tunnel
quickly. I started to make my way.
Through the forest, I felt scared and sort of observed, in
reality, I knew that no one was out there.
It was 10:30 at night in the middle of the forest on a
weekend. No one was crazy.
Enough to take a stroll at this time.
Except for me, I guess eventually, I reached the
tunnel. If I wasn't scared before, I
definitely was, now the inside of the tunnel was dark and
seemed to go on forever. The outside was covered with
demonic symbols and of course, weird objects spray-painted On
the wall above the tunnel. Someone had written stay out or
be ended in red paint. None of this made me want to
leave though. I just figured that some bored
teenagers from the town had painted it all.
To be fair, there was not a lot to do around here with that.
I entered, the tunnel the ground and there was slightly damp and
I could hear dripping sounds around me.
Stupidly enough, I was wearing sneakers and the dirty liquid
from the ground, made them soaked right away.
I still kept going, I would just clean the shoes.
Later, the graffiti from outside the tunnel continued on the
tunnel walls with more cryptic, symbols and warnings.
I kept going knowing that this was something that was common in
abandoned places. The tunnel was not that
interesting, to be honest, sure it was thrilling being there at
night, but there were not a lot of things to discover a pit
started to form in my stomach. I did not really know why
nothing had happened to make me scared, but something just did
not feel, right? I shine my light on one of the
tunnel. Walls and immediately jumped
back. And I am embarrassed to say, let
out a high pitch scream, which echoed through the tunnel.
I thought I had seen a ghost or something, but after looking at
the wall, I could see that it was just a demonic looking face
painted on there. I chuckled a little to myself.
How could something so stupid? Have scared me like that.
I must have really been on edge. My momentary relief was quickly
gone when I shine my flashlight on the ground in front of the
face there on the ground. I could see some dirty blankets
and Pillow at the time. I couldn't understand why it was
there, but it definitely freaked me out a bit.
Was someone living in this tunnel?
I started to feel very uneasy again and wanted to leave.
I took a photo of the face and the bed just to document that I
had been there and started to walk towards the exit.
That is when I heard footsteps coming into the tunnel, that was
scary enough. But what made it worse was that
they came from the direction I had come from the direction
which was my way out, I froze for a Second, not knowing what
to do eventually. Before the person could get any
closer, I snapped, out of my haze and started running the
other way further into the tunnel, this seemed like my best
option at the time and knowing what I know.
Now I can confirm that it was when I started running.
So did the other person? I could hear the footsteps
speeding up behind me while running.
I started to take my army knife, out of my pocket.
I know that running with a knife in itself is dangerous, but at
least I could protect myself. If the person caught up to me,
the tunnel was not as long as I thought and eventually I reached
its other end in my Panic State. I had not noticed that the
footsteps behind me had prevailed, but once I had left
the tunnel, I noticed it still, I kept running at that moment.
I thought that I had to get back to my bike.
So I started going through the forest, running beside the hill,
which the tunnel went through during my run at various
moments. I could swear that I heard
branches breaking around me. It might have been paranoia
though because it would not have been possible for the person to
catch up to me at this point. When I found the path were my
bike stood again. I felt a small sense of relief.
Once I reached the bike I quickly unlocked it and raced
home not until I reached my apartment building.
Did I start to calm down slightly?
That is when I noticed a note in my bicycle basket, I put my bike
away and ran into my dorm room with the note in hand, once I
had locked the door behind me. I sat down I was In a State of
Shock at this point. I had someone really just chased
me. Why did I put myself in such
danger slowly? I opened up the note.
The contents of it was short, but terrifying.
Hello. Pretty girl.
I have not met you yet but I am excited to do.
So the fact that this was left in my bicycle basket means that
this person must have been somewhere in the forest.
Observing me while I left my bike if not.
How did they know that? I was a girl, the note was not
exactly. Ting.
But with context, it was definitely uring.
This person had been by themselves in the forest at
night, observing me and then following me, thank God, I
noticed there Footsteps in time. Otherwise I might not have been
writing this right now. I still don't know who chased me
that night and I will not be going back to find out.
I assume that the person who chased me is the same person who
lives in the tunnel. Just think about what kind of
state you must be in to find shelter in such a place either.
This person was on drugs or a very bad mental state.
Probably both after this experience, I am definitely not
going anywhere by myself at night.
And to the person who might be reading this, do not go to
abandoned places alone, no matter how thrilling or
enticing, it might seem it is not worth the risks.
I don't know how long it's been. I don't remember when we left
only that, we've been on this rafting trip too long, a little
background, me and my friend Milo have been rafting and
camping on a very rural stretch of river for days, we haven't
seen another person in so long. A few days ago, I stepped out of
my tent and saw Milo standing by the River Bank.
I started to walk over to him, but for some reason I felt I
shouldn't something about him was wrong.
I stepped back and relieve myself.
Self on a tree. I watched him for a while but he
never moved. I figured he just couldn't sleep
and went back into my tent. The next day, he had huge purple
bags, under his red eyes, I attempted conversation a few
times but he murmured something unintelligible and I left him
alone, I started to load up the boats with our gear, but he just
sat there, gently rocking back and forth.
Hey Milo, we're about to head out.
The boats are set. He slowly turned his head to
look at me like Deranged, Asylum.
Patient in a movie, leave me here.
He must be joking. I thought not.
Come on, man. You all your stuff is on green.
Brain was the name of his worn raft.
It was a faded olive color, I don't need it.
He said eerily calm as he turned back towards the forest.
Milo you're being a weirdo. Let's go.
I laughed nervously. Suddenly he whipped his head
around and screeched at me in this voice.
I had never heard him. Use I said to leave me here.
I was legitimately Ultimately scared at this point.
This was nothing like him. Okay, dude, chill I'll take off
on mine. Meet me at campsite three.
He stared at me. Those horrible, eyes, pierced my
soul, no response. See you later?
I said as I pushed my raft into the brown swirling water.
I hopped on and drifted down the river away from the island where
I left him. I spent two nights at that
place. Before I went back from Milo, I
never should have done that after a full day of paddling,
Upstream out, Mad and my arms hurt.
But I was at the island, Milo, I yelled searching wearily.
I heard heavy racket breathing in some Bush like a dying animal
him. Milo is that you buddy?
I asked softly peeling, away branches, a hand rushed out of
the branches. And grabbed me with a strong
grip, the skin was pale and covered in cuts and dried scabs.
The skin stretched over painfully.
He wheezed at me, stay here, I tried to jump back.
What the hell man? You Let go his grip weakens and
the Hand slid off of me. Don't resist it.
Stay. I freaked out and ran towards
the bank, but the lazy stretch of river.
I had traveled on before was now, flowing rapidly dragging
our boats with it. No, I screamed collapsing to the
ground, the black waves seem Jagged as they lapped at my feet
reflecting the distant Starlight.
I hadn't even noticed the sun go down.
It seemed like it was evening just seconds ago.
No, I'm screwed. I paced along the bank reluctant
to go into the forest again. I finally settled on a spot by
the tree. I had previously set up a tent
next to I was just closing my eyes when I heard uneven
footsteps and that same ragged breathing, it was him.
Everything about him was, I don't know how to describe it.
He staggered to the bank and out of the swirling, water a
creature Rose. It's horrifying head, broke, the
surface and slowly came towards Milo, it drew itself, higher out
of the water. It's glowing, blank eyes were
set deep into its head. Like round white pearls, that
lost their shine centuries ago, it looked like a huge eel.
Almost with moist skin. So dark it seemed to suck light
out from around it. It's slightly open.
Mouth was filled with thin needle-like teeth.
Transparent in an uneven Rose along its long jaw.
It had a glowing sort of lantern hanging from its chin as big as
a human's head and more glowing spots along the sides of it's
ridiculously gigantic neck Milah walk towards it.
It I wanted to scream but the breath wouldn't.
Leave my frantically fluttering lungs after Milo's had submerged
the creature sank back down into the river.
Following him, I don't know what happened but the Whispers
started a few hours ago, The Whispers haven't stopped.
It has been a day. I don't remember when they
started. I think I'm going insane.
The Whispers they sound so inviting.
I am going into the river tonight.
Any fate is better than this Dubai.