The Battle Grounds

(The following story is based off of a story that I heard about two years ago)

The interesting thing about the town that I live in is that in it there is a giant forrest were part of the American Revolutionary War was fought. I always thought it was a magnificant and mysterious place. From my bedroom I could just stare at the forrest for hours thinking of all the stories it could tell. Since my house was on a hill the forrest was below us, so I would always travel down to the forrest and just walk through it. It was beutiful seeing the light glisten from in between the tree's leaves. To me the forrest was so great that I built a fort in it so I could spent more time in it.

The most fun part about the fort was that my friends would visit me there and we would pretend that we were soilders preparing for war. The friend that I would do this the most with was named Edgar Larrsonn. One warm summer day right, that was a couple of days after school got out, me and Edgar were once again in the forrest playing soilder. While we were pretending to reload our stick guns, Edgar asked me if we could go deeper in the forrest, and that if we went deeper we would have way more fun.

I was very eager to go farther into the forrest, but I wasn't sure if my parents would like it. I explained this to Edgar, but he told me that my parents would never know. Thoughts were flying around my head, most of them said that Edgar was right, and even if I get lost I know this forrest well enough to find my way back. With a frightful voice that evolved into a more confident voice I stated that we really should go deeper, and that it will probally be a grand adventure for the both of us to cheerish. We went out the front door of the fort and walked down the rickety steps. Every step that was drawing me away from the fort made me have the feeling of regret, but I stupidly ignored it and continued to walk foward.

As we melted into the vast forrest Edgar said that he was hungry. I told him to wait till we got back to the fort, but he refuse. He threw his slender body to a bush with berries on it. He got about four of the berries and shoved them in his right pocket. Edgar said that he was going to save them for later in case he got even more hungry. At the time little did I know that the berries carried a deadly poisen. Venturing deeper into the woods, the trees seemed to start to grow 20 feet, and the landscape became more flat and barren. At this point we were very weary and weak. Edgar fell onto the floor and said that he needed to eat. He grabed all the berries and cupped them into his hands. Just as he was about to put them in his mouth I told him to look to his left. There were some primitive bullets on the ground and old muskets all covered in dust and spider webs. We were both overfilled with joy and ran to the weapons. We both sat down and looked at them with amazment. Both of us were thinking the same thing, "If we took these back we would gain so much money if we sold them!"

As soon and Edgar touched the musket he spotted a tattered revolutionary war uniform in the hole of one of the trees. He told me to look and that if we sold that we would make even more money. As Edgar pulled the uniform out of the tree and full skeleton fell off and fell on him. We both screamed so loud that all of the crows flew away from the treetops. There seemed to be thousands of them all shreeching at the same time in unison. Edgar ran away and tripped on a root. Just as he was on floor I picked him up and helped him run. Right after that scary moment we found are selves in the presence of a faint whisper. It seemed to be saying, "I will punish you for touching my item, the are only supposed to be touched be dead hands."

We turned around oh so slowly and found a 6 foot aparition standing in our line of vision. It was the vision of a British soilder who was deformed with the rotting head of a moose. It walked with a limp on it's left leg, and the leg that he could walk with was tainted with blue mold and peeling flesh. He pointed his finger, which was bending the wrong way, at us and uttered, "Just because I'm dead, dont think I can kill you."

Edgar created sadest cry ever and even made me weap. Tears ran down our faces as we were shot down by true horror. At this point I was so freaked out that I dropped Edgar and ran for dear life. Edgar ignored his phisical pain and ran with a limp, but quite fast. He was able to drag his body two feet away from the beast before he feel in a bush full of berries. Being completely starved he grasped one of the berries with his frail body and ate it. While this was happening I was hiding behind a termite infested tree. What I saw was most disturbing to see happen to my best friend. First he picked him self up the ground and then fell on the ground again. Then he started to start trowing up chunks of past food he ate. This continued for a while until he started to throw up blood and gasp for air, while squirming violently in the dust provided by the ground. The creature came to the scean and lifted Edgar up. The sight of him made me back up into the darkness casted by the tree. The moose man open his mouth unaturally wide and sucked his face into his.

His face was being inhaled with great force. As soon as I knew it, Edgar's body was completely consumed my the spirit. All that was left of him were blood that was now dripping from the mouth of the moose. The moose then started to inhale all of his puke to clean his resting place. As I was about to run away termites on the tree started to crawl on my body and attack me in frightning numbers. I transported my body at light speed away from the spirte while trying to slap the bugs off of my. Next thing I knew, my body was a ragdoll falling backwards down a trench, into a nearby ravine. My head hit the shallow part of the ravine, and I was knocked out cold.

I must of been unconscious for some time, given the fact that when I woke up it was the afternoon of the following day. I was covered in the blood of my wounds that originated when I fell such a long way. While I was laying there I heard heavy boots clomping my way. I forced my wimpy body to shift the other way to see what was going on behind me. What I saw was a man with a red beard a fishing jacket and brown waterproof boots coming my way. He looked upon me and noticed that I was awake. "Ey' are you okay matey," is what he said in a deep raspy voice. He picked me up and took me to his wife and kids were they told me many magnificant stories by the fire. I later was returned to my family, and told my parents that Edgar simply died of falling down a pit. The man became one of our families' closest friends also.

I never told any one my story, and I will never go back to the forrest as long as I live.