Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25414153-20140913041932

Let me start at the beginning.

About 5 years ago I moved into this cabin, I know what you are thinking, but the house wasn't the problem. I wish to hell that it was, but no such luck. Anyway, I'd just gone through a bad breakup with my fiancee of the time and needed a new beginning. I was driving through the Dresden Woods one day when a for sale sign caught my eye. I contacted the owner, a perfectly ordinary middle aged man whose name I'll leave out for now, and within a month was unpacking my stuff. Nothing out of the ordinary happened at first, I write books for a living so I'm usually cooped up inside most of the day every week and as far as I can tell looking back now it was perfectly tranquil.

For the first month.

Once August finished, that's when things started to first go wrong, oh Jesus they went wrong.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and I decided to take a break from writing for a bit and go for a walk. About an hour into the walk, along an old hiking trail, I spotted something unusual in the distance. All I could tell about the thing that I saw at first was that it was red, blood red, and perfectly still, not moving at all. So, like the idiot that I was, I walked towards it. As I got closer I saw that the red shape was a woman wearing a red dress. She appeared to be hunched over, and by the movement of her shoulders, crying.

'Hey are you alright?' I asked her, concerned that she might have gotten lost in the woods and needed help. She stopped crying and started to raise her head.

Saying those 4 words was the biggest mistake of my life.

The first thing I noticed about her was that she was incredibly beautiful, stunning in fact. Long brunette hair, high cheekbones, a classically beautiful face and a amazing body shape made me want her right there and then. That was, until I noticed her eyes. They looked perfectly human, no 'demonic' black eyes or anything; yup perfectly human apart from the blood red irises. Looking at those eyes, I was suddenly more frightened than I'd ever been in my entire life, and I've had a gun pressed against my head.

'Thank God you're here!' she yelled in relief, tearing my gaze from her face, and with it, the fear. What had gotten over me? I thought, she was just a woman who obviously needed help. She seemed to be genuinely relieved that I found her, and her crying was definitely real, which went a long way towards me laughing off that fear. 'I was hiking with some friends when I fell behind and lost the path, I found this log,' she indicated the branch that she was sitting on, 'And sat down, hoping that someone would come along'.

I laughed, and realizing that she might not know it, I explained 'The path's just through those bushes' I pointed back the way I came. Her eyes widened and she laughed too.

'Silly me. Anyway it's getting pretty dark and my car's quite far away, can I sleep on your couch tonight Mr...' 'Sheriden, Evan Sheriden' I held out my hand, 'And yes you can'. Me being a typical guy and hoping that something 'more' would come out of this.

She shook my hand and did a little curtsy 'Well Mr Evan Sheridan, you can call me Mary Elden, or just Mary, if you like'.

'Follow me then Mary and sooner than you know we'll nice and warm'. Nice one Sheriden, now she thinks you're a pervert. But she just laughed and started following me. Just before I turned around to lead the way back my house, I thought I saw a smile flicker across her face, it was only later that I found out that it wasn't a smile of relief at being saved...

It was a smile of pure evil.

(Sorry that took so long and didn't have any 'action' in it. It's just part one, I'll do the second part soon, and was mainly for setting up the scene. Go easy on me too, first time I've written a creepy pasta)

- The Creeper 