User:Dexter R.

That thing I saw, it's still chasing me. I'm scared, I'm terrified, I'm crying. That thing, or what I like to call it, "the forest dweller"

I was only 9 years old and I was living with my mother. We lived in a small town in Texas and my dad was never home because he was out all day working and all night drinking. So I was playing with my toys, like I always did every night. I heard a bunch of twigs breaking in the forest outside my house, we live in a very small town where no one really comes around and I lived near a forest where no one dares to go in. So I was wondering who it was and I got up, walked to my window, looked near the forest and total shock and fear hit me straight in the eyes. A monkey-like shadow was walking through the forest, but it looked nothing like a monkey at all. It looked like a man in monkey position and it looked like his or It's spine was sticking out. It looked at me with it's face shape not human at all, it turned it's body, and it started walking like a dinosaur toward my window. I backed up and while I was backing up I tripped on my toy train and fell straight on my bottom, and I looked up at my open window and saw this grey, bony, wrinkly hand grip onto the window sill and another hand appeared at the other side of the sill. I tried to scream but the fear that filled my body stopped me. Terrified, I got up and ran to my bedroom door and yelled for my mother who was sitting at the fireplace, knitting. She looked over at me and hugged me tightly, like I was a soldier coming home from war and she said, "honey, what's wrong?" With a sweet, calm voice. I told her I saw a strange pair of hands grab my window sill, they were grey and scary. She got up and told me to stay there while she went to look in my room, letting go of my hand. She came back and she said with a sweet, heartwarming mother's voice, "there is nothing outside your window, you must be very tired." And she picked me up and carried me to my room and tucked me in. With a sweet kiss on the forehead, she left my room, turned off my light, and closed the door. I later there, hoping that thing won't get me, I looked over to my window and saw nothing.

One year later, we moved to another house, closer to where the people are and I made more friends. I was sitting on my couch and suddenly my phone rang, I looked over at it and picked it up. It was my friend Joel.

Joel and I have been friends for two months and he asked me if I wanted to sleep over, so I said yes. That night, we sat in his tent, telling scary stories and we heard a noise in the forest, with Joel being so brave, he got up and got out of the tent and walked near the forest. 10 minutes have passed and Joel hasn't come back, I'm worried so I get out of the tent to look for him. I was walking and shouting his name, but he didn't answer me. Suddenly, I hear a yell come from this small, rocky building and I ran my fastest yelling, "Joel!!" And I arrive at this old crypt and look inside that rocky building, tears filling my eyes and shock filling my body, I see Joel's body. His face was ripped off and a bloody hole was gashed inside his body where his heart was supposed to be. I backed up and just like a year ago, I tripped on a tombstone and I fell back. I looked up and fear struck me right at that moment I see that creature I saw roaming the woods a year ago, having dark hollow spits where it's eyes are supposed to be, the creature with it's large teeth pounced at me. I was able to roll away but I tripped on a huge root just outside the forest and my head hit a big sharp stone and with that I was out cold. The next morning I woke up in a hospital, a bandage around my head and funny feeling above my hip. The doctor walked in with a face of sadness, knowing something wasn't right, my eyes started to water and my expression changed. He said that one of my kidneys were gone and I have a crack on my skull, my eyes widening, I looked out the window and said to myself, "you're out there, I know you are."

Another year passed and I was laying on my bed, hearing my mother and father argue about my dad's drinking problem, I slipped out of my window with a notebook and a camera. I walked near the forest where I saw that creature, I pulled out my notebook and wrote down my note about the forest. I pulled out my camera as it starts getting foggy, pressing record on it and I start filming where Joel was murdered. I heard a crack of a branch and turned to it, before my camera could get it on film, the creature tackled me and made me drop my notebook and camera. It shrieked in my face with it's huge mouth filled with big teeth, with my right arm free I hit it in the front tooth, making a crack on it and my hand starts bleeding. The thing that tackled me bit me in the arm and ran away, running into the fog to a place unknown to man. I got up and walked to my house with my injured arm and my bleeding hand, leaving my notebook and camera behind and hoping someone would someday, find it. And from that day forward, I swore never to go back into those woods, ever!

I'm Dexter, Dexter R. And I told you a story you have to spread before that creature kills me. Or what I like to call it, "the forest dweller"