Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26444017-20161112234251

I've been kicking aound the site for a bit, written a couple short pastas, etc., but I have yet to delve into a journal pasta. I want to change that, and I think I have a decent starting premise. Mostly, I just want reviewers to glance through, let me know if the idea is worth exploring, and most importantly tell me if they think the idea could work as a journal. As I have limited experience with that format, I figured it'd be better to leave it in the community's hands to make that decision. Here's the general premise.

I have to warn you. Anyone that sees this, I have to warn you.

I live in Washington, U.S. I would rather keep the city anonymous, to avoid panic, mostly. Suffice it to say that my house is positioned along a ridge less than a mile from the forest.

I am a hunting enthusiast. Most of what I do is on the down low, because I don't really worry about anyone stopping me deep in the woods. Hunting isn't necesarily illegal here, but it is certainly frowned upon, as my family is always ready to remind me.

The cold season is coming, so I am running low on time to really peg a good buck. I went out there today in order to get one last attempt in, a last hoorah, you know. I got there early morning, 5 AM, fully stocked with provisions and ready to hunt.

I parked my Jeep at the edge of the woods, and grabbed my rifle. I loaded a few rounds and stepped in. I was out there for hours. Didn't find a deer, or any other animal worth shootin'.

But it was more than that. There weren't any animals anywhere. Fourteen straight hours, and not one damn animal in the whole forest. Dark fell and I had nothin' to show for it, so I started to head back to the Jeep.

I started hearing sounds behind me. Animals movin' about, sounded like. I swung my rifle about to face it, but there wasn't anything there. I could still hear that sound behind me, though. Behind me, as in the way I was looking not two seconds before.

I started looking in every direction for the source of the sound. No matter where I looked the sound was always behind me. I also started realizing that these weren't animal sounds. These were the footfalls of a man, or somethin' like. It was really wierd. They sounded in threes. Like whatever was makin' them had three legs. What kind of fucking animal has three legs?

I fled, ran straight for the Jeep. I must have run faster than I ever have. The footfalls followed me all the way to the edge of the forest. Then, out of nowhere, they stopped completely. I looked back into the woods as I was pullin' away. Nothin'. Absolutely nothin'.

I sat for an hour before I started writin'. The thought didn't even occur to me. I kept shakin' with fear. I was sittin' on my couch when it happened. After that I knew I had to warn people. I could hear them behind the couch.

Note that It isn't currently in the proper format. This was just a short note of the idea written over the course of like 30 mins. so, yeah. Go nuts. 