Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25204417-20141130075557

Hide and Go Seek in the Dark What I am about to tell you is no story. This is the sheer, unbridled truth about what happened to me not even three weeks ago. Now I’m going to get this out now that I’m not going to mention anyone’s name, and mine isn’t even important. And I’m also going to throw out that I’ve always been terrified of the dark, and what’s in the dark. I was enjoying a fun trip with my Uncle and two cousins, along with my little brother and sister up to my grandparent’s cabin deep in the woods of Donnelly, Idaho. Now Donnelly is a really small town, maybe of a few people and is considerably safe. The only way to really die was either drown in Lake Front (yes, that’s the name), fall off mountains while either skiing or hiking, or get mauled by a bear or wolf. Anyways, once we got their we unloaded our stuff and me and my cousin immediately hopped on our phones like the above average teen phone junkies we are and began reading up on more creepy pasta (our favorite activity). Day one passed pretty normally or at least nothing special or scary. But day two… Late in the evening maybe around 7 we all geared up in our coats and snow boots to go outside and play a game of maybe kick the can, ghost in the graveyard, tag or plain hide and go seek. My younger cousin was it for the first round of ‘hide and go seek’; I ran off to the white box car at the edge of the property and stupidly hid. Although my spot was clever it was dark, and I was surrounded by trees making it all the eerie. In the faint white moonlight, I was able to make out a figure with pale white skin. No clothes. I quickly ran my back against the wall of the box, a single tear streaming down my cheek. The white figure moved towards the box and gave it a long and drawn out scratch, followed by a slight whisper so low and quiet it made my blood run cold. I squeezed my eyes shut and heard twigs and sticks being crushed under someone’s weight. I couldn’t take it anymore. I bolted out into the safety of the porch light crying “Something’s out there! Something’s out there!” It most likely sounded like the ramblings of a crazy thirteen year old. “Yeah right” My brother said sarcastically. My younger cousin took advantage of the moment and tagged me as I dove into my sister’s welcoming arm and my other cousin patted my back. Nothing really happened for the next hour or so besides a dog scaring the holy hell outa my cousin and returning it to its owner. So yeah about an hour later I ran out to the edge of the driveway and onto the dirt road, not expecting ice to be there and slid onto another driveway just on the edge of the silent and plentiful forest. I lay on my side, grunting in pain and holding my knee tightly when I felt eyes watching me. I then jolted up, ignoring the pain and looked around. After a few seconds I ran back to the warm light. I tried to listen if any footsteps were behind me, luckily there were none or else I would’ve shit bricks! We continued on with our night from there. We played on until I had another good idea to hide along the back of my grandmother’s v-nose trailer. I smirked to myself, proud knowing they’ll never find me. I crouched and tried to relax my nerves. It didn’t work. Fear began to take over my body and I heard a faint breathing. I stopped breathing for a second to see if it was me. It wasn’t. I began to listen closer, more off to the bushes. It sounded, inhuman. Like an animal wheezing or struggling for air. In other words it wasn’t normal. I plugged my ears, closed my eyes. It didn’t work. I felt it coming closer. I couldn’t hold it back. I began to cry, and then I began to sob. My cousins ended the game and started looking for me. It wasn’t that hard, since I was wailing pretty loudly. I never saw it again. Or at least for now. It’s only been a couple of weeks. Remember? 