User:TheGreatestCreepypastaWriterEver

Okay, the reason I'm typing this in is because I'm angry, I'm very, fucking angry, the story I'm about to tell you was first told to me at Camp Jellystone Park in Marion by a guy who went by the name "Chief", I was there with my two kids to go on vacation with them after my recent divorce, so they wouldn't have to worry about anything.

I wish I didn't take them there, I doubt that faceless bastard would ignore them, but at least I wouldn't have to see them fucking DIE in front of me, what are his rules?? what the fuck does he want from people like me!? WHY HASN'T HE FUCKING KILLED ME YET!?!?

By the time I'm done typing this story, I'm going to go to my ex's house and kill her, I'll bash her fucking head in with a bat, all that has happened would have never happened if she didn't go and fuck another man, the best I can hope for is that I will die before I accomplish this attempted murder, or that I am killed after the deed is done.

As I said before, I was on vacation at Camp JellyStone Park with my kids, Timothy and Jack, the night before we left, the kids were asleep, and the main manager of the camp named Chief wanted to tell me a "campfire story", I gladly accepted and pulled up my camping chair, while he got his rocking chair that he apparently "loved", and he proceeded with the story:

Ever since Jellystone Park was founded, a total of 22 people have died in the past several decades, and all in the exact same way, which has conjured the legend known as the "Shadow Man".

The Shadow Man isn't spoken about much because of his violent and disturbing nature, and that doesn't fit in very well with a camp that's targeted at kids and is named after a camp in a children's cartoon, but basically the Shadow Man is an unknown being that appears at "Cabin D6" if you plan on staying at the camp for three days.

On your first day the Shadow Man appears from the D6 cabin from up the hill, sitting in a rocking chair, looking at you, the Shadow Man's appearance is a slim shirtless male with ripped pants, and his skin is un-naturally dark, the most un-nerving part about him however was that he had no face, instead, it was replaced a dark, empty void, almost looks like a portal of some sort, the best way to ignore the Shadow Man is by ether not looking at him the entire trip, or the much less tedious option, which is to look at the Shadow Man directly, and wave at him, he will wave back at you, look away from the cabin, and turn back, and the Shadow Man, along with his rocking chair, will no longer be there, and he will never appear again the entire trip, or any other time you come to visit Jellystone Park, the worst thing you could possibly do is by looking up at him and then ignoring him, when you look back at him, he's gone, and that's not the last time you see him.

On your second day the Shadow Man will appear three times, it's completely random where he will pop up though, although he makes sure you will notice him, one guy rammed his car into a tree because he thought he saw a ghost, but we will get to him later.

On your third day when you go to sleep, you don't wake up, you die of a heart attack, and you die with a face of terror, with your eyes widen and your mouth wide open, sometimes, you end up dead in strange places.

Now, usually the Shadow Man does this to evil people, sick people, for example, in 1998 a woman with anger issues moved from Canada to America after drowning her nine month old child simply out of disgust that the baby wasn't a girl, after some time passed, she started dating another man, they both shared a love for camping, so they both decided to go to Jellystone Park, together.

She was found dead, up against a tree, her jaw was so far down that it was detached.

Another example would be in 1979, that guy I mentioned earlier who rammed his car into a tree? he was a pedophile, he was a worker there and would always give them rides in his golf cart when their parents weren't around, by the time he died, there were three dead boys found hidden in the woods.

But the one that is the most depressing was in 1970, a highschool student who had a fetish for torture, she didn't hurt anybody at the time, but she drew violent depictions of torture, which made her an outcast at school, even her parents were cautious around her, it was only a matter of time before she turned into thirsty killer.

However, on the third day, she didn't die, she still had that face, but her heart kept on beating, but it wasn't an average coma, for thirty years she was suffering from constant nightmares, all of them had to do with the Shadow Man, that changed as time went by, when she was a teenager, the dream terrors were basic, when it started, she had dreams like her looking her final test for college, only to see she failed, and when she put the paper down the class room and the teacher turned into the Shadow Man, or having a dream of being in a circus where clowns put her in a cannon and light her on fire before shooting her out, and the beast tamer was the Shadow Man.

But as time went by her fears got more and more diverse, but this one in particular was the last time she saw her father, three years later after her coma, at the same time her father committed suicide, she had a dream of being in a pitch black abyss, her dad is staring at her, looking depressed, she runs towards him, but she can't reach him, no matter how fast she runs, when she eventually gets tired, and then looks up at her dad, and sees black fingers stretching out of his mouth, and his eyes, and his ears, the black fingers eventually took a form, the Shadow Man.

The last dream she had was seeing the Shadow Man, a light comes from the void in his face, she touches the light and turns to ashes, in the hospital, she is being burned alive, no screaming, no movement, she just lied there, and burned.

That's where the story ended, I noticed the campfire went out immediately after Chief stopped telling the story, inside the cabin, I heard Timothy screaming, I ran inside to see Jack stabbing him with a kitchen knife, Timothy stopped screaming, and I fell to my knees, speechless, Jack looked at me with tears coming down his face, I stared at him for what felt like forever, afterwards, he widened his mouth and eyes, put the knife up to his neck, and before I could reach out to him and stop him, I was too late.

I held them, I held both of their dead bodies MY FUCKING CHILDREN in my arms, crying, I slowly look up at the door to see Chief's clothing, but when I got a look at his face, all there was was a big empty void.