Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27827923-20160219232035

The Woods

You know the old tales, (well you should...) I didn't follow them. My story started when we had a New Years party (we meaning my drunken friends and family). We had done the normal celebration stay up until midnight party and wait 'till the ball dropped in New York. It was around 2 to 3 am when (almost) everyone passed out from being so intoxicated. I personally do not know, i was one of the first to pass out. When I awoke I was in the middle of a forest where trees parted to form a circle, behind me was a rock which was limiting my movement. That was not the only odd occurrence, I lived in New York as well. Like the suburb (if you were wondering why we didn't go to the ball drop it was too far out and would be too crowded by the time we got there). I tried to stand up, but my hangover was too bad to even allow me to balance. I looked groggily around in despair feeling defeat to notice a fog starting around me. I hastily look at the giant rock behind me to find its was twice my size (I'm 6'4). It had carvings in it like an other worldly language and a drawings I couldn't make out from my limited view .The fog coupled with the darkness of night ended up making it harder to see, even with the light of the moon. I heard a faint hum, a human like hum, although there was no real rhythm it did make me feel better in my situation. As I looked around i started to notice faint silhouettes of what looked like human body structures. I was not scared as i said the hum soothed me, like a feeling of relaxation. The hum was all I could hear as though nothing was there to stop it. Wait no..... no now there is faint footsteps as if in sync like a 1, 2, 1, 2 pattern. As the figures were almost in view a faint chattering and chanting started. The fog got thicker as if to mask the people behind it. The chanting was in sync like it was practiced for over a great deal of time. The chanting and the chattering were very quiet as if trying not to scare me, it was working. The figures were most definitely coming closer as if trying to make a wall. As if in que all humming stopped suddenly making me feel less safe as i was before. In a state of panic I tried to yell, nothing came out of my dry mouth. In fact my mouth felt like there was a drought and had not seen water for over a year. The chanting grew louder to the point that it drowned out the chattering. It was like it was being played through a stereo system from a concert, only I was the stadium and audience. The chanting was loud enough to make it out, although for the life of me I couldn't understand any of it. In an act of desperation I checked my pockets for anything. I could only find a piece of paper with a phone number on it. The paper also said "Angie" at the bottom."Useless, useless, useless." I thought to myself as I cried..... I looked around to see if those fucking things got closer. They did. As if in unison I saw them step out of the fog to reveal themselves. I gagged not trying to think of what they looked like again. It had no head its torso was a mouth with jagged teeth aligning it. It's arms were at least 3 feet long ending in fingers, I can't even say they were fingers they ended in a sharp knife like blade. Oh god the fucking legs, so if you were to break the bone of your leg under your knee cap back then break it again 4 inches under that. To say it simply it's leg was bent back then bent down again in the grossest way possible. It's eyes were on it's shoulders. The thing was hairless as far as I could tell. The thing even had a full head for its torso. It looked as if it hadn't seen the light of day for years, and it didn't look like it had ears or a nose. The grimace they gave me was fucking disgusting. To the point where I want to just get it out of my brain. The chanting stopped, in sequence it sounded like they all just fucking laughed. I'm not even sure what it was. For lack of a better term it was like a war scream. I felt as if it was to much. I tried my best to stand, I barely managed to kneel. I grabbed for grip so I could have a better chance of standing. Suddenly, on of the fucking things shot at me. Like in a flying dive in unison they all screeched as they attached to my body. The whole time scratching away at my clothing trying to find any flesh. I hid my face in fear of dying (even though I wanna die after seeing those fucking things). Their claws were like little machetes piercing through my cloths easily and penetrating my skin. I screamed as if I didn't have anything left to live for. I looked at the rock next to me for cancellation to find anything about this hell-ish beings. All I could find was a inscription saying "he p dy g  " most of it was marked off. To the left of it was a very detailed picture of one of those horrid creatures holding a human head, eyes ripped out nose torn and the ears were gone. My back was ripped open, I was bleeding profusely when I heard scuttling. I heard what sounded like screams of pain and moans of agony. I looked up to find a little sun rise and none of those fucking monsters anywhere. since they tore into my jacket and shirt it was freezing. Almost in instinct I tried standing to get out of there if any thing did come back for me. I fell flat on my face to hear a cracking noise. I let out a terrible shriek out of pain. Along with my back being torn to bone my nose was broken. I decided to crawl as quickly as possible. The forest looked trashed. Trees cut in half even. I found one of those things footprints in mud, it was bloodied and distorted as if it was running for its fucking life. It had 4 toes one looked misshapen, like it was broken all the way left. I found what looked to be an abandon house trees grown around it. Plants growing through the window. There was an old rocking chair in the front porch. The door halfway broken in. There was a faint creaking which made me even more uneasy. I didn't want to risk finding the beasts again or any thing worse. There was an old path leading from the front porch out through the forest. I had no option but to follow the path, or risk my untimely demise. I crawled through the grass patches for what seemed like forever, to find a highway, specifically highway 65, still while blood dripped from my back and joined with my sweat. Sadly I didn't recognize the highway number. I didn't want to get run over, so I kneeled at the side of the road with my thumb to the right hoping for help. A white Ford pickup stopped on the side of the road. I looked up to find a man in a John Deer hat. He had a long scratchy beard."what the fuck happened to you kid?" he asked in such a deep voice that I didn't think was humanly possible "please just help me to the hospital." I told him in a very scared tone. he helped me into his truck and rushed me to the hospital. I was in critical condition for 2 weeks. No questions asked. I'm perfectly fine except for my sanity and the fact I'm paralyzed from the legs down..... I ended up being in a part of Ottawa, Canada above New York. I did some research and found it to be a creature called the Blemmyes....  