Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-29076144-20160724173106

This is my first revision for this creepypasta. I plan on changing the title too.

   When I was a kid, I used to hate fishing. I couldn't stand sitting there in a boat for hours, doing nothing; but occasionally catching fish. I loved hunting thought, especially deer hunting. It was very big where I lived. And my first deer I killed was one of my most vivid memories. I had to shoot it three times. My first bullet had hit the spine, causing the deer to flip out. My second bullet hit the lungs, and I thought for sure I had killed it. But once I got to the deer, it was still breathing; and I had to shoot it in the heart only a few feet away. Blood had poured out of its mouth. And its eyes had seemed dark and soulless after it died. It was a horrifying experience for me as a little kid.

     I still loved the woods, and the countryside. Down here it was usually miles of pines and maple trees. I also loved them for there mysterious elements. There are many ghost stories, and stories of who knows what out there prowling the dark forests. Stuff like this had always fascinated me.

     As I got older, I began to like fishing even more. There was something about being alone with nature. Away from all the stresses of the world. I didn't have a farm, so I could only do something when someone invited me. Will and Sam where my two best friends since preschool. They were twins too. We did everything together. Played sports, video games, watched tv shows. As I got older, I began to develop more friendships. But Will and Sam owned two or three farms, and would always take me hunting and fishing. There was one farm on a rural lake, used for fishing, but we never went up there. We would always go to his other farm, to hunt.

   When I turned 16, I was only allowed to drive to school and back. A few months later. Sam invited me to go fishing at a lake about an hour north of where I lived. Surprisingly my parents said yes. After fishing at this lake, we decided to drive north and head to his lake house. It was only the second time I had been there. It was an old wooden cabin. The living room and the kitchen made one big room. While the living room area opened to a small hallway, with 3 bedrooms and a bathroom. There was small tv in the living room, an old one with a box. The front side of the house had a porch that extended across the small house. Because the house was on a hill, there was about an 8 to 10 foot drop off the porch and into the water. The porch had a staircase on the side which led to a small dock. There was a small jon boat parked in this dock.

              Will ended up coming up later to fish too. When I was younger, Sam was the shyer one, so I was closer to Will. When we started to get older, Will changed. He started to become more stern and serious. Sam remained the same, so I hung out with him more. Driving on the property, I noticed an old run down house by the dirt road.

 "Some old man used to live there, he died in that house,” Sam said.

 "That's a little creepy,” I responded.

 "Even better, his wife died mysteriously and it was rumored that he killed her. My dad used to give him fish he caught to eat. We also let him hunt our property. He especially loved to predator hunt. When I was a kid, my cousins made me walk to that house at 12 at night alone, it scared the shit out of me,” he told me. We continued down the road to his house to fish for the day. I considered spending the night, but I couldn't. My parents said I had to go somewhere early next morning.

    Summer break finally came, and we decided to stay up there for three days alone. Will ended up wanting to come too. We all drove in two separate cars. The view from their cabin was beautiful. There were hardly any other houses at the lake. I asked why.

 "We do have a neighbor, but he is pretty far away. They also use their property and ours to make moonshine. They have scared other people out of living here. They will often kill animals and leave them on other people's property. My dad has found supplies for making moonshine too on our property. They might be a little crazy, so that's why we keep these shotguns,” he said and pointed to two shotguns by the door.

 "That and for shooting raccoons and turkeys,” he laughed.

    When Will arrived, we headed out on his boat. I had no luck, just a few bites. neither did Will. But Sam caught 2 fish. Will and Sam got into an argument over if we should keep the fish or throw it back. They argued all the time. It must have been a twin thing. Sam ended up keeping the fish, much to Will's demise. We talked about things most guy teenagers would talk about; like girls, and sports, and video games. We saw no other boats out on the lake that day. Eventually the blue sky turned purple as the day wore on. The horizon became streaked with red and orange.

  "It's getting dark, we should start to head back. I wanna cook these bass,” Sam said. We all agreed and headed back on the jon boat. Once we got back we decided to relax and watch a new movie Will bought on the way up. We were too tired and lazy to clean and cook the fish, so we decided to drive to a subway about 25 minutes away. On the way back I listened to the closely to sounds of the summer night. I heard crickets, frogs, and owls. But no coyotes. When Sam told me that story about the coyotes, I didn't actually believe him. But it could have just been a quiet night.

     For me, driving down a dirt road can be an uneasy and sometimes scary experience. The only light coming from your headlights. Tree branches grabbing at your car like long arms with claws. I can just imagine coming up on something in the middle of the road. Just standing there, eyes gleaming in the headlights. Of course, I didn't spend much time out in the countryside. So my imagination could run pretty wild.

     After finishing our dinner and movie, we decided to cook s'mores outside the side of the cabin. Will told a story about how he shot a bobcat last week. It surprised him when he was walking through the woods. It had its two ears pointed up, and it's lips were drawn back in a snarl, showing off it's fangs. But unfortunately for the bobcat, Will was carrying a shotgun with him.

 Even thought I had been in dark forests before, this one felt a little odd. It just wasn't the same; too quiet and eerie.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">   "If you really think there are moonshine makers up here, then why don't you call the police or something?" I asked Will and Sam.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "They don't really bother us too much. We don't mess with them, they don't mess with us. Sometimes they will try to scare us, but we just let it go. The whole moonshine maker part is speculation anyway. Just a theory because of some tools we have found on our property before. Plus, they make the nights quieter anyway,” Will responded.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "Alright, but how come no one else ever called the police before leaving the lake?" I continued.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "Most people don't know about the moonshine makers. We only because of how close we live to the supposed house. It's also rare for them to actually kill and leave a coyote on someone's property. Sure some of them did call someone. But they had little evidence to go on. They mostly assumed it was poachers. Some people put out trail cameras, but still didn't see anything. At least that's what I've heard from my dad,” Will continued back.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "Well they would probably use traps,” Will responded with a smartass tone.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "But we have never found any traps up here. Who knows, maybe there are no moonshine makers, just a bigger predator out there, claiming his territory."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "Why do care so much anyway? It's not going to affect us while we're up here,” Sam said.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "I'm just curious. It's pretty suspicious if you ask me,” I replied.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> While they were cleaning up the s'mores, I stared off into the night. The stars were amazing out here. I even thought I heard a coyote off in the distance, and then I thought I heard it whimper even louder. After a while I grew tired and headed back into the cabin to get some sleep.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:14px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">   I woke up bright and early the next day to fish on the lake again. We also swam and just drove around on the boat when we became bored. Sam and Will also had an old kneeboard. We hooked it up to the jon boat, but the resulting experience wasn't all that great. We found a rope swing and had a little fun with that. Around 3:00, Wylie decided to check the gas; it was almost empty. We headed back to the cabin to fill it up.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "At the edge of your property, there is a pond we can fish at. They aren't as big as the fish in the lake. But they are easier to catch. Do you wanna go?" Sam asked me.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> “Sure," I replied

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "Will, do you want to come with us?" I asked.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "Nah, I'm too tired to fish anymore, I'm just gonna chill at the house,” he told me as he spit into the water.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">   Once we got back, me and Sam packed all our rods and headed out to the pond.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">  After some dispute, we decided to go on my car because it was nicer and newer. Sam also brought the second shotgun, because there was a small range there too. It was about a 30 minute drive. mostly because of how windy the road was on his property. Once we got there, we hurriedly jumped out of the cars, slamming the doors behind us. Sam and I both walked around the pond. While he was checking a little shack by the edge of the woods, I went back to the car to get everything out. I grabbed the door handle, but the door wouldn't budge. Locking the car door was a habit for me, since I lived in a city were cars were broken into a lot. I reached in my pockets for my keys, but they weren't there.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> Oh Shit... I thought. I immediately came to the conclusion that I had locked my keys in the car. They key’s buttons were broken, so I had to lock the car manually from the inside. I could have set them down or dropped them while I was doing that, and been to excited to notice. Sam was walking back towards me now.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "Are you kidding me? Please tell me you're joking!" Sam replied.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> After about 5 minutes of bickering back and forth, Sam walked back to the shack. He came back out with a small, plastic, crappy, fishing rod.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "We can still fish, but we are going to have to take turns. We are also going to have to leave early so we can get back to the cabin before dark." Sam told me

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> We took turns with the rod, but didn't catch anything. Sam was still mad at me, but had begun to calm down. We fished until the treetops around us became streaked with orange.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "We don't have any light out here, so we gotta start walking back now,” Sam said.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> I agreed. I didn't know what I was going to do about my car. I had a spare key at my house. But I would have to drive all the way to my house and back, an almost 5 hour commute. The orange sky, turned to purple, and the purple to black. The woods turned from beautiful to ominous. Our only light was the moon hanging high in the sky. The woods came alive with sounds. I heard crunching on the leaves, and shuddered at the thought of something following us. There was a screech far off in the distance.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "Probably just a bobcat,” Sam replied. He tried to act cool, but I could tell he was scared. I'm not a person that is scared easily. I can sit thought any horror movie and not be affected. But this was different. Those stories that I had heard about the coyotes were real... Or so I thought. Plus this whole lake felt strange. Even now I felt like we were being watched. There was nothing we could do if something attacked us. I picked up my pace a little and Sam followed. I heard a long howl erupt through the night.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "That's the first time I've heard a coyote in years,” Sam replied. Eventually we reached a big clearing on a hill. There was nothing but a single tree in the middle, and the old abandoned cabin. As we came closer, I noticed something off about the tree. There appeared to be something under the tree.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> ''What if this was the whimpering I heard last night? ''I thought to myself. My thoughts were interrupted by a noise coming from the edge of the clearing. It sounded like heavy footsteps crunching leaves. Something was walking back towards this clearing. Sam and I looked at each other and took off running. I don't know how long we ran, but our adrenaline kept our legs pumping.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">    After much dispute, we decided to stay the night and leave in the morning. I slept in a room across from Sam’s room in the hallway. Will slept in the master bedroom, which was still only the same size as ours. The only difference being that the entrance was from the living room instead of the hallway. Sam took the pistol in his room with him. I followed by getting into my own room. The sheets were dirty here, but I didn't really care about that anymore.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">   I woke up to the sound of thunder. It was heavily raining outside. But there was another sound. The sound of something barely banging or scratching at one of the doors to the cabin. It was barely audible over the storm. I took me a moment to process what was happening. I jumped up, but not before I heard a bang louder than thunder.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> It had broken in! I jumped back into my bed and looked around the room. There was nowhere to hide but the closet. Which wasn't really much of a place to hide itself. I heard footsteps walking around the kitchen. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest even louder. Then I noticed something. My bed was close to the wall, but not right next to it. There was a small opening in between that I could barely fit into too. This was my best chance, so I took it. My breathing was so loud, I would probably give away my position if the creature came in here. But it never did. The footsteps eventually stopped. There was no more sound except for the tapping of rain and the occasional thunder. I lay there for what felt like hours. Finally I gathered enough nerve to stand up. I grabbed a small pocket knife out of my bag. It was the only thing I had to defend myself here. I slowly crept towards the door and pushed it open. Silence was the only response. I creeped down the hallway and peeked into the main room. The door was open and almost unhinged all the way. Rain was coming in hard and the floor was soaking wet. I quickly turned around and headed back to the hallway. I had to tell the others. Will's door was already wide open. This was strange, as I could have sworn he left it cracked last night. A sense of dread came over as I stepped into his room. There was no one in his bed.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "Sam! Get in here now!" I shouted, and then followed by running into his room. He had somehow slept through the whole thing.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "Wake up man,” I started pushing him.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "W-what?" he said drowsily as he got up.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "It's Will, he's not in his bed."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "So what? Maybe he went to go fishing early,” he said, still half asleep.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "Do you hear the storm? Something broke in and it must have taken him."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "Stop messing with me."

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "I swear to God, check his room,” Sam finally got up and walked out into the main room.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "What the hell?" his mouth dropped when he saw the unhinged door. Once he saw Will wasn't in his room, he began to frantically search the cabin.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "Dude, he isn't going to be hiding in a closet. I heard the thing that took him. We need to leave this place now,” I tried telling him, but he wouldn't listen. He opened the door to the porch and stepped outside.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "Will! Will!" he kept screaming.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "We need to leave now and get the police or the thing might come back for us,” I grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. He had tears in his eyes. My heart sank, this was brother after all. I didn't know what to say to him.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "Fine, we get the fuck out of here now, and come back. We will come back,” Sam finally spoke. Then I remembered something Will had told me. The driveway to the cabin is sloped on a hill, coming at the house sideways. It was also all dirt. When it rained, it all became very muddy. And unless you have a very powerful car, then you can't get out.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">   I ran to the front door and out to the driveway. Just like I had expected, the driveway had turned into a mud bath. Sam's truck was an old 2-wheel drive, so that left Will's as the only option. The only problem was, we had no idea where the key was. I told Sam this and we tore up the whole cabin looking for, but had no luck.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "So what now, do we have to walk?" I asked.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "We don't have any other choice, and we don't have time to wait out the storm,” he replied. I was looking past him down at the lake when an idea popped into my head.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "The boat! Let's take the boat! We could find someone at there house up here, or the marina,” I became a little cheerful at the thought. But then I thought about the storm. Being stranded on the middle of a lake with lighting and wind did not sound like a good outcome. But it was better than possibly having to face whatever was out in the forest.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "That's a horrible idea, that's one of the worst storms I've ever seen out there,” Sam must have been reading my mind.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">     He finally agreed to take the boat. I took my pocket knife, but didn't worry about anything else. I was just worried about getting the hell out of this place. It took a while for him to crank the lift down. But once he did, we hurriedly left the dock.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> Once we got out into the open water, I felt this was no better than our situation before. The sky itself looked menacing. It was filled with dark jagged clouds. We saw lighting constantly streak across the sky. And the night amount of rain made the visibility awful. But the worst problem was the waves. The boat was quickly taking on water. We hadn't even gone that far when my ankles were already submerged.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "I knew this was a bad idea!" Sam yelled at me. I didn't respond. I couldn't help but agree with him. We were barely able to sit in the boat, and we constantly had to lean to keep it from flipping.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "We need to just..." Sam's voice was cut off by a large wave hitting the boat. This was to much for us and it toppled the small vessel. I felt myself go underwater and was spun around for a few times. I emerged back on top of the water, but the waves were constantly hitting my face. I could not see anything and could barely breathe.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> Ouch, my head hurts a lot, then everything came back to me

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> Sam! I jumped up and looked around. I was on a dirt beach. There was the lake in front of me and nothing but trees behind me.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> Great, I thought. I was lost in the middle of nowhere now. At least the storm had stopped. I rubbed the spot on my forehead where it was hurting. Just as I had thought, there was a huge bump. I looked back towards the forest behind me. It was thick, but I had no choice but to go into it. I started heading right, towards where I assumed the cabin was. A blood-curling scream stopped me in my footsteps. It sent shivers down my spine. I changed my direction and headed left, away from whatever had made that God-awful noise. It sounded eerily similar to the one me and Sam had heard earlier. There were other houses on the lake, and If I kept walking, then I would probably come up on one.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">      The dirt beach was only a little patch, so I couldn't walk on the shoreline. The forest was dense and hard to walk through. I kept walking into spiderwebs. And branches scratched at me. I was fearful I would step on a snake, but a much bigger fear kept me going. Every now and then, the woods would clear up, and I actually had room to breathe. But that was rare. As I walked, I couldn't stop thinking about Will and Sam Where were they? What would I say when I came back alone? That someone or something was stalking us, and possibly took one of us? But these were the least of my worries. I just wanted to get out this place right now.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> It had a path leading to a dock on the lake house, and an old white van in the parking lot.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> That meant someone was there. But as I got closer, I noticed something off about the house. The yard was horribly overgrown, and vines crept up the walls of the house. It looked like no one had been here in a while. The door was wide open. I came up to it and knocked anyway. No response. I tried several more times before deciding to walk in.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "Hello? Anyone here? I need help. I think someone took my friends,” I called out. But once again, nothing but crickets answered. I made my way to the main room, and I almost jumped at what I saw. There was a big bookshelf across the middle of the room. Only there weren't books on it. Instead, there were bottles of all sizes holding liquids of all types. That's when it hit me. These were the neighbors Will and Sam had told me about. I didn't think anyone was home now, which was odd because of the car. Unless that meant that thing was the person... I didn't tread on the thought. I needed to find a phone, or keys, or something.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">    I slowly headed upstairs. This whole place was dirty and dusty, like no one had been here for while. And there was this god-awful smell. After finding nothing upstairs, I headed back downstairs. My heart skipped a beat when I noticed something I had missed earlier. All over the floor was dry blood. It looked like it wasn't even red anymore; almost brown. It was a trail too. A trail leading to the door and out.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">     What the hell happened here? This place was worse than the forest. The main room's entire floor was the color of the blood. At first I had thought that was just the paint. I noticed another door open. I got closer and and saw stairs leading down to a dark room. More blood followed down it. I was scared but I needed to check down there for more supplies. Possibly a gun, or a knife, or anything that could protect me. I slowly walked down the stairs. The smell only got worse. Whatever it was, it was coming from down here. I got to the bottom and peered around. There was just enough light coming rom upstairs to make out what was down here. The smell was stronger than ever, and was by far the worst thing I have ever smelled. It didn't take long for me to find the source. At first I thought it was someone sleeping, but I gasped in horror once I got closer. On the floor lay two decaying corpses. There torsos were ripped wide open, most of the there intestines had been ripped out. The skin on there faces and arms was rotting. One of there throats was ripped open. Maggots were crawling all over them. I turned around and vomited. There skin wasn't cut precisely like a knife would do; it was ripped, like it was done by claws or teeth. No human could do this. I mean, no human would do this. One of them had a revolver clutched in his hand still. I reluctantly pulled it out, his flesh making a tearing sound. I normally go hunting, so I'm used to blood and gore, but this, this was too much.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">     Unfortunately, there was nothing in the gun. I set it down with disappointment. Then I noticed something on the other body. Strapped to its side was a long machete. I pulled it out of it's sheathe. It was rusted, but still sharp. I also noticed a box of matches sticking out of the body's pocket. I pulled it out, carefully avoiding making contact with the flesh, if you could call it that. I opened it, and thankfully, the box was half way full. Looks like not everything was going wrong today.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">     I began to head back to the staircase, but stopped. The birds had stopped chirping. Everything was quiet. Almost everything. I thought I heard something. The sound of floorboards creaking. But it wasn't the normal kind of creaking. No, this was the sound of something walking. I listened a little longer to make sure I wasn't hearing things. I wasn't, something was definitely walking around upstairs. Fear flooded my heart. My breathing picked up. If the thing came down here, I would have no way to get out. I would have to fight my way out. I listened closer. It was moving around slowly. I thought I may have heard a growl too. Then I noticed something different about the footsteps. I could barely make it out; but there was no mistaking the sound of footsteps on staircase. And it wasn't getting closer either. The thing was going upstairs.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">      This was my chance, I quietly, but hurriedly made my way up the stairs and out of the basement. I was walking out of the main room and to the door when an idea struck me. I looked over at the shelf of alcohol. Quickly, I grabbed a few bottles; in case I would need them later. Then I used all my strength to push the whole thing over. There was a large crash followed by alcohol sweeping over the floor. The thing definitely heard that, because I heard him moving quickly. I pulled out the matches and tried to strike one, to no prevail. The thing was now quickly rushing down the stairs. I tried again and fire lit up at the red tip. I immediately responded by dropping it and running. I quickly felt the heat at my back as leapt out of the door.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">       I turned around to see most of the building already on fire, smoke leaking out of the windows. Nothing followed me out of the flames. It didn't take long for the fire to spread to the rest of the building; the flames reaching towards the air like claws grasping for prey. Maybe it was just the sound of the house burning, but I could barely make out a moaning sound, coming from inside the hell-shack. I didn't stick around to watch the show. The sky was orange, like the flames, but now it was turning purple. Eventually the purple consumed the sky, and night took over day. I didn't stop walking. I wasn't even sure exactly where I was walking. I had picked a direction I assumed was the cabin, and gone from there.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">    It was a full moon, so I wasn't at least blindly running around a forest. I could still make out a little smoke from the fire, but it was harder now at night. At one point I felt a sting on my arm. My instant reaction shaking off whatever was causing it. A spider fell to a tree stump below me. I could barely make it out in the moonlight. I used to hate spiders. Was a little scared of them too. Something so unnatural about their look. That's all you had to normally worry about in a forest here: spiders and snakes. But this was a different forest, and I was not worried about these creatures anymore.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> I walked for a very long time. Much longer than I did earlier. Eventually my legs grew weary, and I had to rest. I sat on a tree stump and thought. Even if I had set that thing on fire, it barely helped my situation. I was lost. By now the smoke was gone, so I had no direction. The quiet night was suddenly interrupted by a piercing screech. This was similar to the one I heard earlier; but louder, angrier. And it was close too. It sent shivers down my spine. That was when I knew for sure. I was being hunted.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;min-height:14px;">

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> The moon had climbed to its highest point, and had begun to climb back down.. Fueled by fear, I kept walking. I figured I had to hit some civilization at one point. This county wasn't completely abandoned. It didn't hear anything else from the creature again. I didn't know if that was good or bad. I constantly heard leaves crunching, twigs cracking; but I had no idea what was causing it. At one point a deer jumped in front of me. I had almost taken off into a sprint before I recognized it. I wanted to stop and sleep, but I knew this thing was angry, and it wouldn't stop. It obviously had a great sense of smell, so there was no point in trying to hide either. I had come to a rut.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">     The only thing I could do was keep walking, so walk I did. Just when I had begun to give up hope, I saw something that changed my mind. Through the thick of the trees, I could see water. I knew it was water because I could of the moon light reflecting off of it. I broke off into a sprint. Branches kept waking my face, but I didn't care. Once it came into full view, I realized that this want just any body of water. It was the pond me and Sam had been too the other day. And my car was still sitting there. I felt like I wanted to shout with relief. It's like something, someone out there was helping me.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">       I burst into a sprint with what little energy I had left to reach there. I grabbed the handle and pulled, only to remember that it was locked. But I wasn't gonna give up. I hadn't made it this far just die a door away from freedom. Ideas ran through my head while I frantically looked around. My eyes landed on a set of descent sized rocks. They were in a circle, like a border for a camp fire. I knew what I had to do. I quickly picked one up and headed back to the car. But then I stopped. If I did this, this forest would be blasted with the loud sound of the car alarm. And in this quiet night, it would be heard for miles. And then that thing would surely be alerted of my position. But this was my best hope. I brought down the rock as hard as I could on the window of the driver's door. A loud crack was immediately followed by an even louder repeating honk.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">     I reached in and manually pulled up the lock, then I flung the door open. Not wasting any time, I grabbed the keys, which had been laying in the seat, and jabbed them into the ignition. I turned my hand and the engine roared up, ending the obnoxious alarm. The alarm had still gone off for a solid 10 seconds. Any creatures in the surrounding woods would have heard it loud and clear. I hopped in the car, remembering to take the bottles of alcohol with me.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">       Sam's shotgun was still sitting in the backseat, shells right next to it. I grabbed it and loaded it as fast I could. Now I wasn't must some helpless prey. I clicked on my brights and headed down the dark dirt road. I drove for a while in silence. The moon had gone behind some clouds, and hadn't bothered to come back out. Now, other than my headlights, I was in pitch black darkness. It took a while until I recognized where I was. Once I saw a tree that had fallen over, I knew I was by the field with the old house. The same field where me and Sam had been chased a couple nights ago. But that also meant I was close to the main road.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">       My thoughts were interrupted when something came into the bright white beams of my headlights. A figure had been standing in the middle of the road. Something muscular and covered in a fur coat. But it wasn't a deer or a coyote. This was bigger. It stood on its hind legs. Long arms came down to its knees. At the end of each were paws with a set of long claws. The head came to a long snout. Its lips were drawn back in a snarl, showing long and sharp fangs. It had pointed ears like a big cat. It's eyes were black and soulless. Its fur was short, and there were a few patches that showed burn marks. I was frozen with shock. I felt a sudden chill run through my bones; one that made me feel… numb. I had only felt like this once before. Before i had ever been to this lake. Before, when i put three bullets into another living creature. Only then had I feel the same feeling of death, the same feeling of… nothingness. But this time, it was bigger. This time, It filled the whole air. It let out a growl before moving to my car. It walked light on its feet. The thing towered over the car, and had to be at least 10 feet.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">     It slammed its arms down on the hood of the car, denting it and causing the car to shake. I came to my senses and reached for the shotgun. Smoke was now coming from the engine. I aimed and fired. The glass shattered and the creature stepped back, letting out a growl of pain. I pumped and fired again. Blood splattered me and the car. The creature fell on its back. Wherever I hit it, it had worked. I pushed the gas pedal, but the only response was a clicking sound from the smoking engine. I grabbed the bottles and jumped out of the car. My adrenaline was pumping and my first thought was to run away. I listened and took off down the road, leaving the creature and the car behind me. I quickly came to the field and took off running through it. I needed to reload the shotgun, but I didn't want to stop in a wide open area. My ears were ringing and my head was spinning. But the moon had come back and I could at least see. I saw the old abandoned house and headed there. The side of the wall was torn down, so I stepped in and sat down.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">     My head started to clear and I put three more shells into the bottom of the shotgun. That's when I noticed the smell. The same smell as earlier, but stronger. The smell of death. The moonlight was shinning through the small cabin, so I I could see all around it. It was overgrown and full of cobwebs. The wood was rotting, and filled with termites. The back half of the house had also collapsed. I made my to what I assumed was the kitchen. Old shelves lined the walls. Half of it was filled with collapsed wood. Then I noticed a big hole in the collapsed wood. Big enough for someone or something to crawl through. It seemed to be the source of the smell, so I climbed through it. It led me down a tunnel to a room. If I had eaten anything recently, I most definitely would have threw it all back up. There was enough moonlight seeping through to see a little bit of the cave. And the first thing that had come into my sight was a body. A body that had been mutilated and gutted.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;">      Its face was to mangled to see, but I could tell who it was from the height. Will, or Sam. One of them had met a grisly fate. A hole was ripped down the middle, and the body's organs were still hanging out. Fresh blood seeped out slowly too. Claw marks and bite marks were all over the body. One arm had been torn off. I could see the bone poking out of a fleshy stump, and I could tell where it had snapped clean through. I felt tears roll down my face. Will and Sam were my best friends. And this thing had taken them from me, and everyone else. Then I noticed the other corpses too. Thankfully it was to dark too see the details of most of them, but the room was full of them. I could make out some skeletons. They appeared to be of deer, cats or coyotes. I took a step back and stepped on something squishy. I felt a lukewarm liquid run over my feet and jumped away. That's when I noticed the moonlight begin to fade away. There was a large shadow blocking the exit. I thought I was seeing things, but then the shadow moved and my heart sank. I had foolishly left the shotgun in the kitchen, and I was cornered now. I was tired of this and began to accept my fate when I felt something in my pocket.I still had a bottle of alcohol in my pocket. I quickly pulled it out and chunked it at the slow moving shadow. There was a crack followed by a growl, and the shadow began to move faster. Still backing up, I pulled out the matches and struck one on the side of the box. With the little light it emitted I could make out the ugly face of the creature.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:12px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;-webkit-text-stroke-color:rgb(0,0,0);-webkit-text-stroke-width:initial;"> "You like fire, asshole!" I sneered and chunked the match at the shadow. The room was immediately lit up by a ball of flame. The creature screeched in pain and agony. I tried to run past it but it reached out and grabbed my arm. His arm was on fire, and his claws sunk deep into my arm. I screamed in pain. I felt the nothingness engulf me wholly. I felt it grip my soul. Blood gushed out, but was quickly dried by the fire. I remembered my pocket knife, pulled it out, and began stabbing away. After few jabs, the creature finally let go and I fell back. I turned around and ran, not even bothering to see the affects of the flames. I felt the claws barely miss my back as  I stumbled back up the tunnel.

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