User:II Kaira II

Stalk and Walk

(All those that read this, I made it in sixth grade so some parts not make much sense.)

About five years ago, I lived in a cabin isolated from the outside world. I never really had any problem living so far away from other people. After all, I was an introvert all my life anyway. Some people told me that it was a bad idea to go far away from other people because then nobody would be able to help me if I needed it. I never thought about it that way.

One day, I was fishing like I would always do, except it wasn't quiet anymore for a few moments. I heard what sounded like a dog whimpering in the distance. I payed no attention to it, because I thought it was just the dog trying to get some fish and the owner was pulling the dog away from the pond. But there was no dog or owner, in fact I didn't see anything but the clear water and the fish that was in my bucket.

That night, I decided to set up a campfire all by myself so that I could calm down and relax. So, I went to the shed but there was no firewood in the shed. I decided to go into the woods and try to find some sticks and logs lying around somewhere. As I was walking down the path that I made myself, I came across a little teepee that was made out of skinny branches. I looked around seeing if anybody was there watching me, but of course, nobody was. I started to disassemble the branches and leafs from the teepee.

I then carried back everything to my camp ground and set up the fire. It felt like I was sitting at that campfire for at least an hour, maybe two. But I was so entranced with the motion of the flames that I didn't even blink. I kept having visions of faces that had horns on them and that my old friends were in there too. I could've sworn that I heard whispering and cackling coming from that fire. After a few minutes passed after that though, I was getting tired, so I put out the fire and went inside. I didn't even bother to lock the door because, well who else could be here with me?---

I woke up about three hours after I went to sleep. The time was about 11:47PM and I was really tired. After a couple more minutes I fell back asleep again, but this time I had a dream. I had a dream that all of my friends, family, family's friends, grandparents were sitting right next to my bed. I couldn't move any of my limbs, or speak, or even look around with my eyes.

I felt paralyzed with fear when I heard my mother say; "Is-is he really dead, Harry?" To my dad across the room. I tried to say "Mom! No, mom I'm still alive. Please don't think that-" all the people in the room disappeared before I could try to say anything. The room got pitch black... but there was something in the corner. It was even darker than the blackness slowly surrounding me. I could barely make out an un clothed figure with deep dark eyes, skinny limbs, and a big deformed head. Whatever it was, it wasn't there for very long. But before I fell asleep it said with a deep groaning whine, "Wake up."

When I woke up, I was not only trembling, but I was also just realising that I had just experienced sleep paralysis. I was afraid it was still night time and unfortunately it was.

When I saw the black sky, my heart sank and I thought in my head 'am I really going to try to sleep with that thing on my conscience?' Almost instantly my body sprang into action when I heard scratching on my cabin. I was praying it was only a raccoon or just my imagination. The horrid noise continued for ages until I couldn't handle it anymore. I stepped outside and I went over to the right side of my cabin where my bedroom was. I looked under the cabin where I discovered a small opening under the cabin. Nothing was there it was all thick darkness and I honestly felt stupid for going outside in the cold for ten minutes trying to figure out what was going on. So, I gave up and I went back into the cabin and put two pillows over my head so I wouldn't be able to hear that obnoxious noise any longer.

I woke up again but this time, my eyes weren't registered enough for me to fully sit up and know where I was. I felt nauseas and I felt like I was about to throw up. I groaned and put both my hands to my stomach. I got up, left the bedroom and rushed into the bathroom. But as I was leaving, I wasn't getting nauseous anymore. I didn't even feel like I was about to complain about getting up from bed like I did before. In the bathroom, I came up with an agreement with myself. If it was an intruder trying to get into my house, I would grab my weapon. If it was my mind playing tricks on me because I was scared then I would just wait it out until morning. I laid on my couch for seven whole hours watching TV.

It was about 6AM and I felt like I was just about to crash when I heard a soft deep voice say "It's… You"... and before even realizing where it was coming from, I fainted.

This time, I woke up pretty late because I woke up at about 4:12 in the afternoon and I was really tired and confused. But now I knew that I could investigate the cabin a little bit more and possibly even prepare for whatever was here. I felt afraid to go into the bedroom, to have that thing sitting five feet away from me gazing into my eyes. I slowly opened the door and nothing was on the bed. I looked over to the right side of the bed once more, but nothing was out of the ordinary there either..

I looked under the bed and all that was there was my slippers from the other night and my spare underwear. But what really caught me was the fact that my pants were gone. And then I remembered what the creature looked like. It was skinny and it had a deformed head and pale white skin, but something was missing from it--A… personality. It was wearing pants… wasn’t it? I went outside and I looked in the same place I did the other night to define where the scratching was coming from. I took a peek under my house and what I found was disgusting. It was a man without a shirt that had arms and legs the length of yard sticks. It had a skull that was almost deformed with eyes that were pitch black. And he was wearing my.... pants.

As soon as I was about to go back into the house and throw up, he spoke-- and his words made me feel sick to my stomach. “Wait… don’t… drink… the tap water--.” He said in between gurgles and coughs. He was drinking the dirty tap water..? And then he groaned and laid on his back and stared at me with a grin. Almost instantly after that, I heard sirens in the distance. Three police cruisers were in view and they surrounded me with their bright illuminating blue and red lights. “Sir! We know your name! You have committed third degree murder! Please put your hands up and get into the police van now,” a voice said on the intercom from one of the police cruisers. I couldn't believe what I was hearing... I murdered someone...? Suddenly, i heard the horrid thing that was burrowed under my house say in a horse, cold voice; “So... It... Is... You…David...”

After about a couple months in jail, somebody that I knew all the way from fourth grade to college came to bail me out. After a day of signing papers and making sure everything was confidential, I finally got let out of jail. But before I walked out the double doors, a nurse from the hospital down town came up to me and asked me if I would go into the ambulance immediately. I didn’t know what she was talking about, but I didn’t want to be charged with any more things like refusing to help out a nurse from a hospital or something.

It took about thirty minutes to get to the hospital and every minute spent in the front seat of the ambulance was not only awkward, but also really silent. I had a lot of time to think over the events of what occurred that day I saw one of the worst nightmare fragments of my imagination. But… I started to get paranoid about the fact that ‘everywhere I went there was a face of horror staring at me.’ We finally arrived at the hospital and just in time too. It was about twenty-two minutes until closing time and there were barely any patients in the entire hospital to be seen. But one in particular room at the end of the hallway had me thinking.

When we got inside… I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I was standing about ten feet away from what looked like the most gruesome hideous thing that I had ever laid eyes on in my entire life. It was looking at me with a long- evil grin that left me terrified and nervous. I turned right back around and tried to bolt for the door but two police guards with nightsticks stopped me and I was forced to stay in the room with that… thing.

It looked me into the eyes and smiled even more. It said to me in a harsh maniacal whisper, “I know you… they call you- David, don’t they…?” I was now trembling and I thought that I’d lose feeling in my legs from just looking at its frail dead skin. “How do you know my name…?” I asked with fear behind every single word. “Many know of your name. I am just one of those many,” it said now looking at me with a blank angry face. I didn’t know weather to go up to it and whisper ‘stay away from me you understand?!’ or to tell the nurse that I had enough and that I should leave. But I just stood there staring at him so scared and shook up, that I couldn’t even feel my arms anymore. I started to walk out of the room when I heard it say to me “Thank you, David.” I turned around and asked “Why are you thanking me?” It said “You freed me. Now I can do what I please.” After hearing those few words, I sprung into action and leaped on to the bed.

I put both my hands over its neck and squeezed as hard as I could. I was so scared that my life was just getting threatened by a--monster I yelled “Get out of my head and my dreams you foul demon spawn!” Both the cops were trying to pull me away from him but they couldn’t stop me. I heard him speak once more in a rough choking crooked voice “So.... nearly… free....” And then he died. He died on that very hospital bed right in front of all of us.

I cannot tell you how horrified I actually was...