User talk:SimpBoi

My life’s been a downward spiral for the past few years. My friend died, I’m broke and living with my parents, and my grandpa, who’s taken care of me since I was 3 is in the hospital, diagnosed with cancer. Maybe things wouldn’t have been so bad if my friend hadn’t gone into that damn barn and approached that “thing.” It all started about four years ago, back when I loved to exercise. I would head to the gym in the morning, take a hike at noon, and head to yoga sometime before five o’clock. That one day though, on one of my hikes, I came across an unfamiliar fork in the road. I was confused because I had hiked up and down this trail before but never came across this. It led to an old, rusty barn, it’s most notable feature being a large hole in the wall. I looked at that hole and could’ve sworn I saw something in there. I saw something large, but extremely thin. After seeing it, I bolted back down the trail to town. I tried not to think about it for a few days but I couldn’t get the image out of my head. I decided to tell my friends about it and, boy, they were all over it. My closest friend, Baron, was extremely in on finding out what it was. He found everything he could to answer the question of what it was. Nothing helped explain what the thing was. He found wendigos, Slenderman, even the boogeyman. Nothing even came close to looking like what I had seen. He became obsessed with the thing, finding any and all clues that could hint towards what it is. Finally, he asked me to take him on the trail on which I had first seen it. Looking back on this, it was obvious that that was a horrible idea, but I said yes, nonetheless. Baron and I went on the trail, looking for that one fork in the road. After about an hour down the trail, we finally found it. He said he would just look at it from a distance until our other friends Shelby and Brian could arrive. I shouldn’t have believed him. He bolted down the track destined to find out what it was, and I tried to stop it but, no, he was determined. I stayed back because I didn’t know what that thing was, and frankly, I didn’t want to know because it could’ve been extremely hostile. About 5 minutes passed and Shelby and Brian show up with shotguns. It turned out that they wanted to know as well but were planning on at least bringing a way of fighting back in with us. We walked in through the hole, with only a few steps proving the floor wouldn’t allow any form of stealth. The first step I cringed, hearing the loud creak, knowing our presence has most likely been acknowledged by the creature. We continued on, into the dark house, every small creak feeling as loud as a formula 1. We approached a door and went into the basement first, feeling as though we would find the monster there. We found shattered plates and dolls down there, but a quick inspection of the walls revealed “So tired. Can’t sleep.” written everywhere in some reddish-brown substance. We checked every nook and cranny that we could find, but nothing else of interest nothing was in there. Suddenly, upstairs, we heard a loud thump and a cry for help. We immediately ran up the stairs looking for Baron, my friend, Shelby, taking the lead, Brian and I, trying to keep up. Once we got up into the second floor, we checked each, and every room. Nothing was found, not a body, not a monster, nothing. There is one thing every room had in common, however. In each room, anything metal was covered in rust. Bed frames, pipes, etc. I assumed it was just because of how old the building was, and we continued on. We were about to check the bathroom until we heard something from the stairs. It was a thump for every stair, we turned and ran to the stairs to see what happened. I got to the stairs first and paused. It was Baron. His body was at the bottom, a large gash down his back. The gash was covered in some dry, flaky, substance, but when I tried to brush it away, thinking it was dust. It wouldn’t move. It seemed like it was part of his skin. I looked up the stairs to see it. The thing I had seen from before. Tall, slim, but now I could see something. It looked human, but it had dry, leathery skin, and bright yellow eyes. It was almost skeletal and had long blades for arms, covered with rust. I pumped my shotgun and shot it. The thing fell to the ground for a few seconds but got back up. It seemed injured but didn’t react how you’d expect to something taking a full cartridge of buckshot to the chest. It bolted down the stairs in the time it took me to pump again and barely missed my neck as I jumped backwards. Before I could take another shot, he knocked my gun out of my hands. I fell to the floor trying to dodge his attacks. Shelby shouted at it, getting his attention. I guess he didn’t see me as a threat anymore because he immediately went to go attack Shelby and Brian. I leaped over to my shotgun and aimed at the creature, but I couldn’t take the shot, Shelby and Brian were still there and me shooting would risk their lives. I ran over and kicked it in the back of the knees to try and force it onto them, He turned back and swung at me, giving a me a large gash in the lower part of my chest. Thankfully he didn’t hit anything important, just a cut. Shelby took a swing at the back of his head while Brian went over to see if Baron would make it. The creature once again swung, and gave Shelby a huge cut down her arm, rendering it useless, and knocking her back. Seeing this as my opportunity, I shot the creature directly in the back of his leg. It gave the most ear-piercing, thunderous screech imaginable. Before it could recover, I gave it another hole in it’s other leg, with another scream of pain. Thankfully the leg approach got rid of the thing’s biggest weapon, it’s speed. I smacked it to the ground and delivered one final shot to the side of it’s head. I assume it died, it went limp and had a giant hole where most of it’s head used to be, so I’m praying this isn’t some kind of Friday the Thirteenth type situation. I ran over to Baron’s body. He didn’t make it, the cut went all the way through. It turns out the flakey substance on our wounds was rust. We don’t know how the creature did it, so it had to be some kind of supernatural ability. We called the paramedics and ran down the path to meet them. They took Shelby and I in and ambulance while Brian led them down the path to Baron. By the time he got there, though, Baron was gone. The house was gone. The fork in the road was gone. We recovered pretty quickly, and my cut ended up only giving me a mild itchy feeling for a couple of days. The most confusing part was Baron seemed to have never existed in the eyes of everyone around us, no one knew who he was, even other friends who had previously met him. I don’t know what to do with the stress at this point. I’m visiting my grandpa next week so maybe he can help calm me down. I myself have been becoming ill recently too. Some kind of skin problem causing me to become tanner than my current life style would suggest, jaundice, and the most annoying one, insomnia. I should really head to bed, but nothing’s been working. So tired. Can’t sleep.