User:RedGlowingEyes

It was stormy on the night of December 3rd, 2006. We were driving in our old crappy volkswagon from 1983. It was red and rusty and couldn’t go over 100 miles per hour. It slipped and slid on the road as David, our outgoing friend who's a Junior and arrogant, could barely get control of the wheel. Than Amanda, our emo friend who would usually talk to us and us only, started yelling at him to get control. Jessica, a nice kid, who gets scared easily, starts yelling at all of us. Than there’s me, an odd shy kid who’s always got sort of a frightened look in my eye, is about to now barf. “Hey Eric” says Jessica, “Would you tell David to start not driving like a damn maniac?” Than David says, “Hey, it’s not me, it’s this stupid rain. It won’t stop coming down!” Then Amanda says, “Why don’t you all shut the hell up?!”

Things are really getting ridiculously out of control. The best part is when Amanda throws an old sandwich at Jessica. Just when I thought things were calming down and finally getting peaceful, David slid and hit a tree. We all thrust forward and hit our heads on something. The airbags got to David and Jessica, while me and Amanda hit our heads on to the coushoned seat. Don’t get me wrong it still hurt. So while we start to get up, we have just realized that we are in the middle of nowhere. The freaking woods are surrounding us, and the next god damn town isn’t another 80 miles. So we start walking, and while we are walking we complain and get hungry. “I could REALLY go for some taco bell right now, with the chili cheese burritos and the nachos. Really, really could use that.” Says David, constantly talking about taco bell. “I could eat anything.” I say, meaning every single word of it. I’m really considering eating dirt.

As we keep walking, we see it. An old abandoned cabin looking three story house. We debated whether or not we should stay the night there, because it was already getting late. After about a hour of wasting time, we finally decided we would stay there, but only for one night. So we start walking up the steps, the boards creaking under our feet every time we step up. “Baby.” Amanda said after seeing David shivering and hiding in between her and Jessica. Amanda slowly opened the door, the door making an eerie noise as it opened, creeping David out even more than he already was. We all walk in and, it’s amazing. It’s old and dusty and has cobwebs everywhere, a set of stairs leading to the second floor, three doors, one by the stairs leading into the main hall, another on the left of the stairs leading into the kitchen, and one to the right of the stairs leading into the family room. It was certainly unsettling. Jessica spotted a wall phone near the kitchen and picked it up, but the line was cut. Than David went out of his way to scare her and says, “Hey Jessica, somebody cut the line on purpose, so he or she could SLASH us up and use us for his or hers stew, and then EAT US like chicken.” Me and Amanda just look at him annoyed, but Jessica starts shivering and crying. “I don’t want to die!” She says, as Amanda tries to comfort her.

We decide we would stay down stairs because upstairs is “Way to damn creepy” according to David. So the first thing we do is walk to the kitchen because, you know, we're hungry after about an hour of walking. I know it may not seem like much, but David ate all the snacks before we left the house. So we walk in the kitchen and open the fridge and, nothing. David starts complaining about not getting his “nutrition”, so me, Jessica, and Amanda yell at him all at once and we say, “YOU ATE ALL THE FREAKIN SNACKS YOU IDIOT!” While David is arguing with Amanda and Jessica, I think I hear rustling in the family room. “Guys” I say, “I think I heard something over in the family room.” Than Jessica says, “It must’ve been your imagination, there are no signs of human life anywhere for 80 miles besides us.” Than David says annoyingly, “What if it’s not human? What if it’s some sort of creepy creature who will churn our intestines like butter?” So after that little remark, Amanda goes over to comfort Jessica again.

While the girls stay downstairs, me and David go upstairs to see if it’s safe, but mostly to find some really cool old stuff. The girls are now laughing and chatting and talking about this one guy that goes to our school named Steve. Steve is so stuck up and arrogant. Only the really douchey kids hang out with him, and even though he tries to pick fights, he loses every single time cause he’s and idiot with no life. Anyway, me and David make our way up the stairs cautiously, trying not to “attract any attention” according to David. Once we get to the top of the stairs, we go into the first room we see. We open the door and there is a picture of an old guy, a nice piano with a rose on top of it, sheet music, and what looks to be an old doll sitting on the bench of the piano. David almost screams when he sees the doll. “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!” David says. “IT LOOKS LIKE A DEAD CHILD THAT WAS STUFFED!” So I calm him down and walk out of the room, closing the door as I hear the doll drop down onto the floor.

Me and David walk to the next room, a little creeped out after seeing that doll. We open the door and see what appears to be a tall, dark figure standing in the corner of the darkened room. We stand there silent, as we stare at the figure directly in it’s red glowing eyes. We slowly close the door and run downstairs and tell the girls, “WE NEED TO GO NOW!!” While me and David are flipping out, we see the figure slowly walking down the stairs. We could see it more clearly and we all stare at it, slowly making it’s way down the stairs. It has very dark curly brown hair, eyes that glow red, a smile stretching from ear to ear, showing us its razor sharp teeth. It has a torn up black hoody, and dark gray skin that makes you shutter. It has razor sharp finger nails and a rusty butchers knife in its hands. It has ripped up black jeans and military boots from the 40’s. But the most disturbing part about it, is the barbed wire wrapped around its neck. So the only logical thing to do next, is run. We storm out of the mansion like cabin, scattering, not knowing what the hell to do next. I see the thing walk out of the cabin casually, gripping his knife. Then the most scary thing to ever happen next occurs. It says in its deep voice, so demon like and eerie, “Your judgement is upon you all.” Then it runs after David. David screams trying to outrun the thing, but it’s no use. It catches David, tackling him to the ground, tearing his eyes out while David screams in pain. Then the thing slams the butchers knife into Davids throat, completely beheading him. I can see Jessica crying and Amanda in shock, and me? I’m standing there contemplating whether this just happened or not. So I run, and run and run and run, while at the same time I feel like a complete asshole for leaving the two girls there.

I stop behind a tree and catch my breath, knowing that thing is still out there, hunting us like animals. Then I look up, not preparing for what I see next. It’s Jessica, hanging by her own intestines while her eyes dangle out of the sockets. Her nose is completely cut off, and her legs are stitched to where the arms used to be, and the arms stitched where the legs used to be. Blood is dripping down from what used to be Jessica. I completely break down and just barf everywhere, it’s not a pretty sight. I then see the thing standing behind a distant tree, just staring at me, smiling with blood covering it’s teeth. It then says to me, “Run.” So I do. I run for 3 hours straight. I don’t stop running in those 3 hours.

I see a town in the distance and sprint to it. I come up on the police station and run in, crying like a mad man. I report everything that happened that night, and a few police men drive down to the scene of it all. I point to where David was slaughtered, just infront of the cabin like mansion. All that is left of where David was slaughtered were his eyes. One police man barfs. Then, I go over to where Jessica was hanging, and all that’s left of what happened there, were her intestines, rolled up into a neat pile. Another police man barfs. They call in more cops to do a search for Amanda and the odd figure. They find nothing, neither in the cabin or out of it. We drive back to the station and sit there, trying to realize this isn’t a dream.

About a few hours later, my older brother picks me up from that towns police station and drives me home. The car ride is silent, and I sit there just thinking about what the thing said to us, “Your judgment is upon you all.” Then I think, why did he let me go? “Run.” The figure said. Once we get home, I immediatly storm to my room. Then, I practically scream at what I see next. The doll, from the cabin, is sitting right there, on my bed. It’s eyes glowing red. I immediatly throw it into the fire place, my family standing around the fire place, terrified. The doll, laughing during its last moments, and I know that figure will always be around, watching us, with those horrible, red glowing, eyes.

The End