The Forest Figure



I was so excited for this day. Our school was having a picnic, which my school really knew how to do. It was going to be in a large forest about fourty miles from our school (our school likes to plan far-away trips.) Whenever I am going on a vaction or trip, I like to find out every single fact about it. It turns out this forests history dates back four or five-hundred years. It was inhabited by an indian tribe, know for their worship of evil spirits. When the settlers came in, the indians did not take kindly to them. When the diseases brought in by the settlers killed many of the tribe's people, they cursed the forest and the settlers. The next day, The indians were gone, and all of the settlers were either dead or missing. The one that survived lived for another week before commiting suicide.

I am not supersticious, I did not believe in any of these     curses. The story goes on to tell of loggers who came in about one-hundred years later, and all died in mysterious accidents and murders. That morning, when I woke up, I went into the kitchen, as usual, and had my cereal. At about 6:30, my mom came and told me that the picnic was canceled. The bus that was taking us there was having engine trouble. I asked her if she found that wierd, and she said it happens all the time. I wondered about it, but brushed it off.

My mother came back to inform me again that they found a replacment bus at the last minute. I was overjoyed! We could finally go and have some time doing something other than math problems and english homework. The bus finally showed up and i got on. For some reason, They had the freshmen and the seniors og on the same trip. The seniors were almost evil, as rumors of fresmen faces being shoved in toilets and urinals, freshmen being locked in car trunks for as many of two or three days. I was worried about this.

About twenty miles into the ride, our bus got a flat tire. We found the bus had a spare under the bus, so we send the seniors sent me to retrieve it. As I grabbed the tire and got out, I saw something out of my peripheral. A man standing about quarter of a mile away, he seemed to be motioning to, "go back". I focused on him, but then he vanised into the mist.

We replaced the tire and continued driving. We finally got there and talked to the woman the the visiting center. She handed us each a brochure on the history of the park, and, what was really odd, was that it never once mention and  old tribes of indians, loggers, or settlers, just saying its history from about 50 years ago to the present. We got out and set up the picnic. I hung around my usual friends and we did everything in our power to avoid the senoiors. The picnic was okay, they provide time away frome school, so we all like them. After it was finished, we were informed the bus again broke down, and in the morning a few mechanics would come and fix it. That meant we would be spending the night on the bus.

That worried me. There is no way those seniors would pass up an opprotunity to prank us. So as night fell, my group would keep two people on watch, and we would rotate every hour and a half. Of course, the first two fell asleep within the first two minutes. Here we were, in a haunted forest, with seniors ready to scare us.

I woke up and check my watch. 2:30. A note on my chest read, " have fun! -seniors". I was extremely angry, but my anger turned to fear. Something about this forest, the tall, leafless trees, the dark, foggy distance, the wind. My god, the wind. I kept hearing it, like it was saying, "Be afraid". I keep hearing it, it wouldn't leave my head! "shut up!" I screamed, "Who are you!" I kept seeing movement from the corner of my eye. I ran, I didn't know which way I was going but i didn't care. Then in the distance, there, stood a tall thick unmoving figure. It was all black except for the eyes. The eyes! they were an evil, blood red. It moved. It walked in a odd, disturbing strut. I ran. I could see its shadow. The trees swayed with the wind, as if they were alive. I tripped. It was gone. I saw an unlit, small cotage in the distance. I had no choice. I ran towards it and took shelter in it. Was I going insane? Or did I really see that creature? I was in a small room. The cottage looked old; its floorboards creaked, its doors squeaked, it was horrible. Then I heard a deep, heavy breath come from outside. I dared not look out the window. Then, the window began to rustle. After thiry seconds it stopped. I decided I would wait out the night here and travel back in the morning. But now I heard a pounding on my door. I couldn't stay here any longer. I dived out the window, and had been cut by some of the glass. I ran for some time, until I looked behind me. The creature was there again, moving faster. I ran until i found where the bus was. But it wasnt there. Niether was the visiting center. I sat down, when I felt a cold breath on my neck. I then felt a hand on my shoulder. I closed my eyes and began praying.