Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-29653490-20161224054132

This is my first creepypasta so please don't be too harsh if you don't love it  I’ve lived by the woods for as long as I can remember. It’s like I’ve belonged there all my life. When I was young, I’d play hide and seek in there with my friends. That was always fun. No matter what mood you were in before playing, You would always finish with a smile. You could hide up in the trees, behind rocks, or bury yourself in the fallen leaves. It was always good fun. As I got older, I began to lose interest in playing hide and seek. So instead, I would go on camping trips with my friends. That was always fun as well. Spooky campfire stories, roasting marshmallows, staying up late and gazing at the stars.

 Now that I’m an adult, I’ve made it my daily job to protect and preserve the forest that was the home of all my childhood fantasies. I’m a park ranger. Which means that I monitor everything in the forest, I check campers and hikers to see if they're doing alright and I make sure that nobody drops litter as they go. I have seen a great number of animals in the forest during my time as a ranger. Foxes, raccoons, rabbits, hedgehogs, squirrels, deer, Sometimes even a few wolves or bears. But it’s this one creature in particular that makes me want to tell this story.

 The day started off as normal. I always went to the local cafe to get my morning coffee and read the daily paper. I often met with my close friend Richard while I was there. We often did patrols together and I considered him a close friend. He was sitting in the far corner in his full uniform. I could easily spot him from afar due to his messy black hair which stood out from under his ranger hat. He was reading the paper as I sat down next to him with my latte.

 “Hey… Check this out! There’s been an odd sighting in the forest.” He said to me.

 He passed the paper to me as I picked it up taking a sip of my drink. Someone had claimed to see something unusual late at night in the forest. The title of the story was called, “humanoid animal spotted late at night.” I began reading the story and it was basically an eyewitness story about how someone had seen it and lived to tell the tale. They were out after midnight with their friends. They had been drinking and one of them threw a bottle on the ground. When one of his friends warned them about forest fires, He walked over to go pick it up when he saw it. The person described it as some sort of person. But there was something odd about them. They couldn't remember what they were wearing. But what made them stand out was the mask they were wearing. It had pointed ears, a long muzzle and cheek fur. They thought it was their eyes playing tricks on them, Till they jumped over his head and stabbed one of his friends who was standing behind him.

 “I bet he was making that up. It sounds made up to me.” I said as I put the paper down.

 “Yeah but they want us to check it out today, I honestly don't think we’ll find anything that fits the description. It was probably just a prank and the story was told by a drunken idiot!” Richard added.

 I finished my drink and went out to the car. We drove to the Ranger’s HQ where there was a list of things that needed to be done. Turn on sprinklers in west grass area, patrol southern border, usual things normally. So I started by going to turn the sprinklers on to water the grass in the western grass area. It was a Wednesday so I doubted that there would be any kids playing there. But I went to go turn it on manually just in case. I asked if Richard wanted to come, he said that he wanted to go check on the campers from last night to see if they were all good. So I was on my own. Not that big of a deal.

 I drove down in my little buggy to the site where the sprinklers were set. I turned the hose on and looked up just to check that the sprinklers weren't blocked. The water came out just fine. I scanned the area where the forest met the grass. I must've been seeing things because I swear I could see someone standing on the edge of it on the other side of the clearing. It was just a figure. I couldn't see what they looked like. However, They were wearing a green jacket. That was all I could see. We just stood there staring at each other. At the time I was staring at them, I spotted a cloud in the sky moving over blocking the sun out. The wind picked up and I decided it was time to head back. So I turned around and got back in my buggy. I turned back to get one last look at the figure,

 They were gone.

 I shrugged it off as some sort of person trying to pull a prank on me. Or just my mind playing tricks on me. When I got back to HQ, Richard arrived a few minutes after me. He was holding something in his hand. He held it up  so I could see it. It was a curved dagger. It had some leather straps on it and the leather looked like it had been torn.

 “What the hell is that?” I asked as he handed it to me.

 “I found this on my partoll. It was lodged into a tree and there were claw marks all around it. I thought it was the claw from an animal, Till I saw the leather straps.” Richard explained.

 “Yeah… Sure is strange.” I added.

 I didn't wanna mention the thing I saw on the other side of the clearing while I was out. I put the dagger in my pocket knowing that Richard would just tell me that I was seeing things If I told him about what I saw. I probably was after all. Cause for the rest of the day, I didn't see anything like it at all. The only creature I saw out there was a squirrel in a tree when I was getting ready to leave.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> When I got home, the first thing I normally did was get changed then watch TV till it was around Dinner time. Then I would cook for just myself. I lived alone and most of my house was made of wooden logs. I loved it dearly. My grandmother had left it to me in her will a few years ago. My sister got her car and my cousin was left in charge of taking care of her animals. She had a little dog and a budgie.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Tonight, I made myself some mac and cheese cause I couldnt be stuffed cooking anything else. As I sat down and began eating, I turned my attention to the TV again. The news was on. It was mostly about the politics bullshit that’s been happening lately. It didn't bother me much honestly! The one thing that caught my attention was a missing person report that was only just recent. They were working for a logging company and were last seen when they walked off to cut a tree down with their chainsaw. Their chainsaw was found at the base of the tree they were supposed to cut down as well as on the tree itself, there was a paw print painted in blood. The base pad was in the shape of a love heart and the left side was filled with the right side hollow towards the center with the four toe pads on the top as well as the claw markings. The investigators had reported that after looking at the leaves on the ground, they suspected that the person had been dragged along the ground deeper into the forest for some unknown reason. They showed a picture of the person then displayed the phone number to call if we had any info that would help. Knowing nothing of it, I shrugged it off and decided to call it a night. I had to get up early the next morning and I needed all the rest I could get.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> So I changed into my sleeping wear as I remembered the dagger in my pocket. I put it on my desk and got into my warm bed. I could see the moon from my bedroom window. The moon was full and there was a small cloud blocking out some of it. I could hear wolves howling in the distance. I smiled, Wolves sounded so beautiful when they howled late at night. I closed my eyes and drifted off.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> I awoke with a start. Someone or something had made a loud crash outside my house. I panicked thinking to myself whether I had locked the door or not. I freaked out when I realised that I hadn't!

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> My worst case scenario was a murderer. I got out of bed straight away and thought that it would be best to hide. The safest place I could think of was my wardrobe. I climbed in and shut the door right before grabbing my phone and calling the police.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “911, What’s the emergency?” Someone answered.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Hello. I think someone has broken into my house. I can’t see them but I heard something crash outside.” I whispered.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Can you see what they are wearing?” The person asked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> As they asked this, I could hear a door creaking open, It was my bedroom door. I nearly dropped my phone as I watched the person step in. They were wearing a green jacket and beige gloves. But the thing that stood out the most was the curved daggers on their knuckles. There was three on their left hand, and two on their right.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> That was when I realised, They were the same kind of dagger that Richard found in the forest.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Uh… The person is wearing a green jacket and beige gloves. They've got long curved claws on their knuckles.” I whispered.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Where are you?” The person asked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Im west of the forest on falcon street. My address is Number 27.” I whispered.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> As I spoke, I watched what the person was doing. My heart raced as they scanned the room. At one point, they were staring right at me. They were wearing… A mask… on their face. Wait! It was the same person I read about in the news paper! They had slumped shoulders and were slouched over slightly. I could also see a long bushy tail flickering around behind them. There was no way that this was a human. What were they doing here? I tried not to scream and I had a feeling that they knew I was in there. I gulped as they slowly turned towards my window. As they drew their attention away from where I was hiding, they walked to my left so I couldn't see them.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> I heard scrapes as I looked towards my desk. I slowly moved my head so I could get a glimpse of what was happening. They were holding the curved dagger that I put there earlier. I watched as they fastened it onto their right hand then they moved their hand to check that it was secure. As they went to leave, I heard the person on the phone talk again. But they weren't taking into consideration that I was trying to be quiet.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Policemen are on their way. Stay quiet and they won't find you.” They said before hanging up.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> The person turned to look at the wardrobe again as I sunk down into the corner. All while looking up at the person who had come in. I could see the mask more clearly. It was grey and had magenta cheeks, eye rings, ear tips, and a heart on their forehead. It was the same heart that was painted in blood that I saw on the news.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> They reached out with their right hand to open the closet door as I tried to back farther into the corner as I heard the claws on their hands scrape the gap between the two doors. Right as the person was about to open the closet, I heard sirens. The person looked towards the sound and dashed to my window. Opening it and jumping out.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> I told the police what happened. But it sounded hard to believe. Mostly because there wasn't enough evidence that they had been here. Apart from the broken items outside and the missing dagger on my desk, I didn't have enough to prove that somebody had broken into my house.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> After the cops left, I looked out the window. Standing under the streetlight, there they were. Just standing there looking at me. Bushy tail wagging slowly from side to side like a dog. They held their right hand up to their forehead and flicked their hand upwards as if saying “adios” to me or something before running away.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> The next day, I told Richard about what I saw. He didn't believe me either. He thought I was seeing things. Even though I told him that they stole the dagger that he gave me. When we got to work, one of the listed jobs was to check the eastern borders. A group of campers had spent the night there and it was my duty to check on them. I went out in my buggy to see if they were alright.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> I arrived at a crime scene.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Tent torn to shreds, food packets everywhere, Blood splatted on the ground. I fought back the urge to vomit as I peered into the tent. The sleeping bags were there but the bodies were missing. The sleeping bags were shredded and almost unrecognisable, Paw prints were everywhere on the floor. And on the side of the tent, There was the same paw print that I had seen on the news. Underneath it was a message written in blood.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Stay out of my territory”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> I called Richard on my walkie talkie and explained everything. He called the cops and soon, the entire area was taped off and under investigation.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> As I calmed down, I started on my daily patrol to make sure people hadn't dropped any litter. Nothing as per usual. Till I came across a hurtful sight while making my way back. By one of the roads, There was a dead deer. I stopped and got out of my buggy to check to see if it was still alive. I knelt down beside it as I watched it’s head move slightly towards me so it could see where I was. I stroked it as I went to try and pick it up so I could take it back with me and give it medical treatment. But I was stopped when I looked up to see someone standing there.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> I didn’t even see them walk from anywhere. They were just standing there like they had been there the whole time. They were wearing black ripped jeans and black and white converse shoes. I moved my eyes upwards to see the person’s torso. A slightly open green jacket with a black shirt underneath. They had beige fingerless gloves with three claws strapped to their knuckles on either side.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> I froze at this point, I knew who it was as my heart began to race. Had they come to kill me? Was it them who nearly killed this deer? All of these questions were flowing through my head as I looked down at the deer’s wounds. I couldn’t see scratch marks. I guessed that this poor animal had been hit by a car. I looked back up at where the person was standing.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> They were gone.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Mine.” Someone whispered.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> I turned my head to the left to see the person’s grey and magenta wolf mask right next to my face. I screamed and ran for my buggy. I didn't know what they were planning as I got in and got ready to drive away. I turned to look back at the person. They hadn't moved since I ran for it. I watched as they bent down beside the deer’s head. They stroked it before standing up and turning to face the sky. They brought their hands up to their mouth and started making an animal call. It sounded just like the wolf howl that I had been hearing recently. I watched as a large group of wolves emerged from the forest. Coming from all directions. They surrounded the deer as I watched in horror as they ate it alive. Guts going everywhere, Blood splatted on the ground, And I could hear the poor animal calling for help.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> There was nothing I could do.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> The person standing there turned and looked at me as the wolves around them devoured the poor animal. I drove back straight away as I burst through the door to tell Richard what I saw.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “There is something out there I shit you not! It’s- it’s this person. They have a mask, claws and a long bushy tail. I don’t even think it’s human! They can summon wolves to get rid of evidence for them. That’s why those missing people are never found, They are being eaten by wolves!” I said trying not to shout.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Richard looked at me as if I had gone crazy. I probably was. I didn't care, I just had to tell someone. I felt that if I didn't, It would come after me. It almost got me the other night. And that was too close for it to happen again. Cause what if they actually get me this time. Or worse, What if they go after someone I care about?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “What have you been drinking?” He asked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “I’m completely sober, I swear! But there is something out there murdering people and animals and cleaning the evidence up using wolves. Come on man! You have to believe me!” I begged.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Richard slowly walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder. He looked me in the eyes, Took a deep breath, then spoke to me.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Dude… You are just seeing things. I suggest that you go home early and go see a psychiatrist or something.” He said slowly to me.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> As he spoke, My eyes caught something out the window. It’s face was grey with black eyes and ears with a muzzle. It was that thing!

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “THERE! IT’S THERE BEHIND YOU!” I shouted.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Richard turned around but it had ducked down before he laid his eyes on it. I started swearing my head off as I ran to the window and opened it to check that it was gone and not just ducking down. I looked down trying not to flinch as I opened my eyes.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> There was nothing there.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> I was about to stand back up, It came back, I watched as it leaped over my head, claws at the ready. It dug the daggers into Richard’s chest as he screamed in agony. The creature started howling as if it were giving off a victory cry. From all directions, Just like with the deer, Wolves flooded into the room. I had to get out of there as I watched them finish off Richard, Till there was nothing left, But a bloodied carcass.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> The creature turned to face me, I could tell they were smiling underneath that mask as I backed away and dashed out the door. I called the Police once again as I hid in my car with my head ducked down. I told them everything, the sightings, the wolf pack, Nothing was left out. And yet, They found nothing but pawprints, a half eaten human body, and another paw print symbol with another message underneath

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “You're Next”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> As I drove home, I was too tired to focus properly as I drove down the road with tall green trees on either side. I wasn't even paying much attention to what was in front of me. Until I heard the shriek of something hitting my car. I stopped and got out to see what I and hit. It looked like a person. But I could also see a long grey bushy tail. They were wearing a green jacket and black jeans. They were facing away from me as they lay on the road. I slowly walked up to them after I didn't see them get up. Had I just killed someone, Or something? As I looked over them, I got a glimpse of what was under the hood. A grey face with ears, cheek fur and a muzzle. It was the person who had been driving me insane. Maybe now was the chance I had to see who it was under the mask. I hesitated at first in fear of it being someone I knew as I looked at their hands. They had those gloves on with the claws sticking out. I thought I saw them move as I turned them over and prepared to take their mask off by gently grasping the muzzle and moving it upwards revealing the person’s mouth. I was shocked at what I saw. I could tell by their chin outline that it wasn't a man. It was a young woman. I had always guessed that by the slumped shoulders and thin waist. But now I knew for certain. As I moved the mask upwards taking care not to wake her up, Their head twitched. I stopped then felt the impact of getting kicked in the stomach. I hadn't killed them as the person lifted their hand up, scratching me in the neck. The pain from the three slashes seared as I got off them, only to see them get up and run off into the woods.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> That night, the first thing I did was get home and bandage my wound. I now had a blood stained bandage around my neck. I was lucky that the person hadn't slit my throat let alone finish me there and then. As I was washing my dishes from dinner earlier that evening, I looked up to look at the window that displayed a view of the forest. My house was up near the hills so I had a beautiful view of everything surrounding my little wooden house. I looked down again then back up a few seconds later. The second time I looked up, I wasn't paying attention until it registered in my mind at who was there. It was that same person who I accidentally hit with my car. But they were staring at me. When I looked up for a third time, they were gone. I looked around where I could see out of then back down at what I was washing. But then I felt it. Something cold and sharp grabbing my shoulder. I could feel three jagged items digging into my skin as I turned my eyes towards it to see a grey muzzle right above it.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Did You Miss Me?” A voice asked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> I felt something clang against my head as everything went black.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> I woke up in my bed. I was still in my clothes as I sat up. My head felt heavy and I could hear rain pouring down heavily outside. Had it all been a dream? I thought it was. Until my head turned to my window. Crouching on the window frame, There they were. That person who had been stalking me for the past few days. Their mask shone in the moonlight as they sat there crouched like a frog. I tried to scream, Nothing came out as the person jumped down making a loud thud as their feet hit the floor.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Why are you stalking me?” I asked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> They didn’t reply. Instead, They pointed to the window. At that time, Lightning flashed, exposing the person’s frame for a split second. After the flash, I could hear wolves howling in the distance. I stood up and began to back away towards the door. Getting faster with every step, Until I reached for the door. Where I opened it and ran off as fast as I could. I had to get out of there. I couldn't take it anymore. I ran into the forest. My childhood playground. I recognised my surroundings where I had spent summer nights camping, my days climbing and playing hide and seek. It was all flowing back to me as I rested against a tree. I didn’t want to run anymore. I could hear rustling in the bushes, I didn’t care. I closed my eyes, expecting the thing causing the rustling to be some kind of wild animal. It was more than that. I opened my eyes to see someone standing there. It was them. That thing. I thought it was human, I wish I was right. I wasn't. It slowly crawled towards me as I watched it’s tail wag back and forth. It reached for my face with those claws on their knuckles. As they slowly dug their way into my neck, They looked at me and placed their other hand on my head. When they moved their hand away, there was a bright blue glowing substance surrounding their hand. I can’t remember anything as I sit here bleeding to death. That thing… Stole my memories.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Wolf finished typing up the document which contained her latest victim’s information on their experience with her. She enjoyed taking people’s memories away before leaving them for her friends to find. They always left little to no evidence of the murder. All of the information she needed on him was in the same document as this. She had learned that police did find the person’s remains. And she was pleased when they noticed her mark on the tree. A paw print with the main pad in the shape of a love heart. Only the left side was filled in. Underneath it, she had carved a message using the daggers strapped to her knuckles. The blood that had been used to make the paw print had dripped into the grooves as the lettering became easy to spot. It said a simple saying as the blood dripped onto the ground.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Wolf Was Here” <ac_metadata title="Wolf (Requires feedback)"> </ac_metadata>