User:Bradley.owczarzak

Tree Man

Dec. 13, 2011

Every other day I like to take my dog, Max, out for a quick jog/stroll in the forest that's directly behind my one story home. You see, I live in an isolated town called Hutville. I've went in a bit of research on why the town is called this but I always come to a dead stop. I like to research things, and---it seems I've done it again! Sorry for getting off track, as I was saying-- I was walking Max in the woods late at night, it was sprinkling rain, getting heavier every minute. Max likes the rain, he always has a blast in it so I thought this would be the perfect time to let him just play around and flop and roll in the multiple rain puddles that was present. I take a seat on a fallen and moist tree trunk, only to notice Max has ran off barking at the air. I chase him and call his name! I've lost the damn dog.

Over about two hours of frantically calling his name, running deeper and deeper into the woods, I start to notice that fog is beginning to form. Knowing this will be a problem, I start to head home, sadly without Max. As I'm walking I come across two plain wooden chairs facing opposite each other, with a tree in the middle of them. Though this may sound odd, I sat down on one of them. I mean cmon I've been running and yelling for three hours straight, you would've to if it were you! The tree between the chairs was covered in markings: WELCOME This spooked me, I chuckled and continued home, thinking nothing of it... But as I walk away I hear a horrifying scream. Not human, I don't think. The fog is beginning to thicken and I see multiple figures gather around me. I run forward but trip over one of the chairs (the fog is extremely thick) Now my face is stinging from pain! But worse is what I saw in front of me. A little girl crying, blood covering her pants and shirt. I quickly glance at her horrified face and see she is crying BLOOD! I jump away from her only to notice she is in the "hands" of a much larger being. A man, about 8 ft. tall. He looked like a wooden man, with a very deformed face, so deformed it looked quite demonic. I quickly turn my body and run, run as fast as I can. Through the thick rain, still pouring, I can hear the girl and (tree man is my new nickname for this "man") tree man screaming and crying in a chant like manner "worship me. WORSHIP ME PLEASE. The fire is killing us. The fire will kill you. Kill. KILL. KILL! OH GOD OH GOD HELP US PLEASE HELP!"

Dec. 14, 2011

Those screams. They were horrifying. I can't take it. Everytime I glance in the woods I see them. In my mind. The two in exact detail and there chant. There chant! My heart beats very fast when I think about it, and I can't think of anything else. A knock. There was 6 knocks. As I go to answer the door, there is nobody. Just a sac at the bottom of my steps, red stains covering it, possibly blood. There is a horrifying stench that emerges from it. Now I know that it's blood. I drag the sac into my bedroom and place it on my bed. There are three numbers printed onto the sac, which is odd: 666 Strange isn't it. I slowly untie the sac. It's him. It's max. Just a head. I burst into tears for about 2 hrs!

Dec. 15, 2011

Another six knocks is heard at my home, so I answer. This time a note. It says : We needed a sacrifice. Thank you. You've saved us from our pain and misery. Sadly this will not be enough to satisfy the almighty one. Sorry. Your death awaits, tomorrow.

Dec. 16, 2011

Another six knocks. I slowly approach the door. As I open it slowly, nobody is their, what's new... However there is a pile of bark. And a trail of it leading to the woods. I take about 8 paces forwards only to be startled by my door slamming shut. I begin cursing and yelling for this to stop! Somebody yelled back. It was the tree man. He looked at me and began to cry. He just mumbled: witchcraft. Witchcraft. The practice of evil has gotten the best of me. I'm sorry but their must be a sacrifice for my daughter to live and her curse to be lifted. He then screamed "FUCK EVERYTHING" and burst into flames and ran towards me, he knocked me back so hard we flew in the door! My house was slowly catching fire and I needed to get out ! But as I was escaping the fiery home the tree man grabbed me and began saying in an unusually deep voice "This world is dying slowly and painfully just like me, 666 is the number I will forever worship, I fucked up and got this shit involved with my family. I would do anything for my family, even kill" and he pulled me down underground.

I awoke. And chuckled at the strange dream. I worship the devil. And got it caught up with my family. I am now a tree. With a daughter who cries blood. I'm going to hell. And I'm prepared. But until then, I will continue dreaming about one day, being a normal human again.