Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24130682-20150402170953

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            I doubt you know who they are, I also doubt you care, but I know my friends are real. Or at least they were. I can still hear the whistling from that night just outside the door, I fear that they have found me.



            The three of us, me, Danny and Ryan all decided that we'd go check out an old abandoned cabin that Danny found a few months back. He knew that forest pretty well, so he would be able to lead us back to where he found it. That was when Ryan got an ingenious idea, he said that we should spend the weekend in the cabin. We all thought it would be a pretty fun idea, and as soon as we got home we started to get packed. We didn't speak the next day, all of us were too excited about the whole idea, that we weren't even able to concentrate on our work.



            Finally, the day had come, the week had seemed to stretch on for eternity. We all got together at the beginning of the trail behind Ryan's house and we began our trek towards the cabin where we'd spend the next three days. We tried to pass the time by talking about different kinds of nonsense. Just stuff like how it might rain later, if the cabin was abandoned or if we'd have to ask someone if we could stay there. Then Danny, the “genius” of the group, asked a question. “Have any of you guys seen the movie Cabin in the Woods?” Ryan gave him a good backhand to the nose, leaving it bleeding while Danny was trying to keep the blood in. I couldn't help but smile and now, I see that it was probably the last time I'd see them having so much fun. Even now I am smiling as I remember that moment.



            Back to what had happened it took us about a half hour to reach the clearing. It seemed normal, lights shines down from the trees above and the wind rustled through the grass. The only thing that had made this clearing different, was the large wooden cabin sitting in the middle of the clearing. The cabin itself seemed normal, the door and windows were falling apart, the wood walls were mossy and falling apart. It looked like it had been abandoned for years.



            Then we stepped inside. There were maybe 4 rooms on the first floor, a living room with 2 couches in an L-shape in front of an old rabbit-ear television. The walls were painted a pale blue and there was a wood burning stove in the corner across from the stairs. A kitchen and dining room and a small bedroom with 2 beds on either side. Danny turned on the television and let out a laugh.



            “Oh boy, he said, “static. My favourite channel.” We all let out a laugh and began to walk upstairs. There was a very small hallway between 2 bedrooms and a bathroom. You probably get the idea that it was pretty average, just medium size. We all drew straws to see who got which room. This confused me since, there had been just enough rooms for each of us to have a bed. We looked out the window and saw the sun going down. So we decided to get our stuff out, I had the drinks and the flashlights, Danny had a few loaves of bread, some peanut butter and a jar of pickles. Ryan reached into his large duffel bag, and pulled out a rifle, three packs of bullets and a hunting knife.



            He burst out laughing when he saw our shocked expression. “Come on” he told us, “this is just for hunting. It'll pass the time.” He then pointed out that he had the safety on so there was no reason for us to worry. We made ourselves some sandwiches for dinner. I reached into my pocket and took out my wallet. I had 15 dollars and an old free movie ticket.



            “Guys, maybe we should check how much money we have total,” I recommended, this way we could get more food the next day. However, even in total we only had about 25 dollars, a pack of gum, and 2 cell phones, both low on power. The sun had been down for a few hours and we were gathered around the static TV thinking about what to do. Ryan made a suggestion that actually seemed pretty fun, we would each take turns telling ghost stories. Me and Ryan had done some common stories: Bloody Mary, the Hook, the Hitch-hiker, that kind of third grade story. Danny laughed at our attempts and began to tell us one of his.

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<p class="Standard">            “It was a calm evening,” he began, “three teenagers had gone camping in the woods. They were sitting around the campfire, excitedly talking about how crappy their jobs were, school work, which girls they liked. After a while there was a loud whistling sound from the woods. Two of them decided to stay back while the third had gone to check out the noise.”

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<p class="Standard">            He grinned in the thin light as he saw that both me and Ryan where leaning in, obviously hooked by the story. He swallowed and continued. “The sun had been down for a few minutes when they began to get worried that their friend wouldn't get back. They grabbed their flashlights and wandered off looking for him. They heard a thin wheezing noise above them and the began to run, when they were sure it was gone, they began to look around and found a bloody torn up rag. One of them took out their phone and called their friend. They heard the phone ringing back where they heard the wheezing.”

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<p class="Standard">            “They looked around and found it lying in a pile of dirt. They began to hear the wheezing again and they looked up, only to find their friend hanging from the tree with a vine wrapped around his neck. Wheezing in pain as he tried to communicate.”

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<p class="Standard">            As he finished the last word of his story, there was a crash of thunder and the television shut off. We had begun to hear rain pounding down on the roof. Reaching for my flashlight, I excused myself and wandered to the washroom. While I was in there, I saw a strange picture. It seemed to be a large, black shape standing out in the rain. It had long claws, reaching nearly to the frame. It had deep, purple eyes that seemed to glare into my very being. It had its lips pulled back, like a dog growling. I anted to back away from the room and go back to where my friends are. After a few steps, the picture was only about 3 feet away from me. That was when the thing in the picture raised its claw, I watched in horror as it banged on the glass before vanishing as I was distracted by the thunder.

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<p class="Standard">            I decided that I wanted to get out of that cabin. It didn't know what that thing was or if there were more. I ran downstairs to get Ryan and Danny, only to find the room empty. I checked the bedroom, empty. I ran back to the living room and grabbed Ryan's gun. That thing had gotten to them, dragging them from the cabin and out into the forest. I ran out into the rain and found a trail in the mud. Clutching the gun tightly, I had run after them. They were the only people who were real friends to me. They were more like family.

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<p class="Standard">            I was running for three minutes until I reached a stream, I looked up and saw three of those things staring back at me. That was when one of them had begun speaking, it had used Ryan's voice! “Why don't you come with us, John? We are your friends aren't we?” The one in the middle charged at me and I raised the rifle, pulling the trigger. No gunshot. “Damn! I screamed, as I remembered the safety. I dropped the gun and ran as fast as I could back towards town. I tried to lose them, weaving left and right. The sun was coming back up as I made it into town. I collapsed onto the dirt as a pair of headlights pulled up.

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<p class="Standard">            My parents filled me in on what had happened. I had said I was having a sleep over with Danny and Ryan. They had called the police when I wasn't answering my phone. I told them everything that happened and they tried to calm me down. “John, John just calm down for a second.” my father said in a worried tone. “What was the last name of those kids?” I brushed off what he said and replied, telling him their names were Ryan Johnson and Danny Wayne. I even told them who their parents were.

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<p class="Standard">            My dad looked me dead in the eyes and told me that neither the Johnson's or the Wayne’s had sons. They didn't even have kids. I thought that they were lying, I knew Ryan and Danny since we were all five. I know that those things in the woods had done something. I also know that they found me. As I write this, they are outside my window, calling me in both Ryan and Danny's voice. I know that y parents won't remember me, no one will. Please whoever finds this, my name is Johnathon Willis!

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<p class="Standard">            Police report

<p class="Standard">This was the note that had been found in the house of Bruce and Jane Willis. It was signed by a person who claimed to be their son. They have told me themselves that they never had a son. We have found no forced entry and nothing has been stolen. The strange thing is, the fingerprints on the note don't match any that were on file. <ac_metadata title="Lavender (Unreviewed) I was hoping for some help with this before submitting. Thanks"> </ac_metadata>