Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27917923-20160716153648

In our little town a little west of the Hudson Bay my friends and I were the talk of the town. Well, talk between the teens in our town. The adults didn't like that we had gone off into the woods at night. 

What started this was the sightings of a thin woman on the outskirts of our town. That was two months ago. Within two weeks she came closer to the town and eventually people said they seen her in the town square. 

Right around the third week she would start following people. Everyone ignored her, at least until one person told her off saying they didn't have anything for her. Onlookers watched as the woman stabbed, sliced, and ripped apart the poor soul right there on the street. The closer people swear they heard the woman say ‘no more pain’ as the woman walked away. 

After that incident anybody finding themselves being followed would give the woman something. It wouldn't matter what the something was, a rock to a pen, the woman would smile and say ‘no more pain’ as she walked away. 

My best friend and I figured that she must live in the forest, as she came from it and went back to it every night. So we gathered all six of us and agreed to venture out and find her home. That night we grabbed our torches and rope and went searching for her. 

<span style="font-size:20px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">We were not idiots, we tied the rope around our waists to each other in a line. That was so we did not get separated. Eventually the light from our torches settled on an old shack. We agreed to look inside for a few moments and head back out. <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:20px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The inside was as you would expect for a weathered shack. Someone soon stumbled upon a trapdoor leading down. We agreed to look around down there for a minute and come back in the daylight for further investigation. <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:20px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">We gazed in fright of a cellar with torture equipment and cuffs on the walls. Suddenly we heard a soft voice behind us. It said ‘it's rude to walk into someone's house uninvited and then go as far as disturbing their place of death’. <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:20px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">We were scared, we didn't bring her anything. At that point one of us walked towards her and gave her a hug, then one by one we all did in a big group hug. I saw her smile as we walked away, until my best friend flashed a picture of her. <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:20px;font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She stood in surprised silence as we gasped. Then we ran out of the house and back home as fast as we could. Now had any of us kept our phones for going out at night, I would of been able to post the photo too. But my best friend’s parents found porn on his phone and deleted all the photos. <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> <span style="font-size:20px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">From what we can remember from being up close to her is that she had gnarled hair and dry skin. Her eyes were sunken into her face and her nails were long and sharp. She wore a tattered t-shirt and ripped shorts. She seemed kinda plain in colour, like she was only in shades of brown. <ac_metadata title="I need help Editing this story so I can post it, Google Docs doesn&#039;t have the best spelling and grammar check, and it doesn&#039;t support"> </ac_metadata>