07-07-2010, 10:39 PM
I used to love coming to this cabin when I was a child. But something's different now. The woods seem dark, unpleasant. It's probably my imagination. I've not felt good since Joanne. Id hoped the trip to the cabin would make me feel better. I felt like I was been watched as I gathered fire wood. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I looked round. There was nothing there. Then I thought I saw something, out off the corner of my eye. But again when I looked I could see nothing. After gathering the wood I returned to the cabin and made dinner.
As night fell a thick fog covered the forest. Looking out the windows I couldn't see more than a foot. It was cold and dark and I decided to go to bed early. I failed to notice the absence of animal noises, it didn't even register. I was tired and exhausted after a week of hell and just wanted to sleep. I was woken just past midnight by scratching at the windows. I tried to ignore it, figuring it was just the trees. But it continued. In the end I went to the window and drew back the curtain. There wasn't anything, just the thick white fog. I closed the curtains again and went back to bed. The scratching continued. This time I ignored it and put ear plugs in. After that I feel asleep
The next day when I went outside I couldn't believe what I saw. The walls of the cabin were covered in deep scratch marks, like they had been attacked by the claws of a bear. Worse of all, the tyres to my car had been punctured. I called my brother on my mobile and told him an animal had attacked the car. He said he would be with me within an hour. An hour past and he never came. I called him but it wasn't him who answered. A voice, rasping and unfamiliar laughed at me. "He's not coming jack" it hissed and the phone went dead. I dropped the phone and feelingly like I was been watched again I spun round. It was standing there, not more than a foot from me. I screamed and fell over. Skin all drawn and pale, teeth jagged and yellow and wide open eyes, white and filmy. It looked like a corpse, except it was walking, talking. "Hello Jack" it hissed and leaned over, clawed hands outstretched. I curled into a ball, covering my face and screamed. I don't know how long I lay like that but when I looked I was alone. It started to rain and the wind picked up so I ran into the cabin and locked all the doors and windows. I was so scared I pushed as much furniture over the windows and against the doors as I could. Then I lit the fire least it try and get in through the chimney.
I didn't sleep well that night. Every time I closed my eyes I saw its face and head its voice. But it never came. The next day I pulled the door open as a car pulled up. It was my brother Doug. I hugged him, shaking. As he drove me to town I told him of what happened. He laughed at me and when I turned to him to tell him off, I screamed. It wasn't Doug. It was that creature "Your going to die Jack, like poor Joanne died" it hissed and turned the wheel. The last thing I saw and heard before it all went black was the creature laughing
When I awoke I was in hospital. The police told me Doug had blown a tyre and the car went off the road into a gully. I was badly injured but would be ok. Doug wasn't so lucky. He had been thrown through the windscreen and impaled upon a tree branch. I told them about the thing, about my night in the cabin but they didn't believe me. Its night now. The ward is silent. Most of the other patients are asleep. The nurse has come in. I ask her for a drink and then start screaming. It isn't the nurse. It's the thing. It's laughing at me and reaching out with those hands, those terrible clawed hands.
As night fell a thick fog covered the forest. Looking out the windows I couldn't see more than a foot. It was cold and dark and I decided to go to bed early. I failed to notice the absence of animal noises, it didn't even register. I was tired and exhausted after a week of hell and just wanted to sleep. I was woken just past midnight by scratching at the windows. I tried to ignore it, figuring it was just the trees. But it continued. In the end I went to the window and drew back the curtain. There wasn't anything, just the thick white fog. I closed the curtains again and went back to bed. The scratching continued. This time I ignored it and put ear plugs in. After that I feel asleep
The next day when I went outside I couldn't believe what I saw. The walls of the cabin were covered in deep scratch marks, like they had been attacked by the claws of a bear. Worse of all, the tyres to my car had been punctured. I called my brother on my mobile and told him an animal had attacked the car. He said he would be with me within an hour. An hour past and he never came. I called him but it wasn't him who answered. A voice, rasping and unfamiliar laughed at me. "He's not coming jack" it hissed and the phone went dead. I dropped the phone and feelingly like I was been watched again I spun round. It was standing there, not more than a foot from me. I screamed and fell over. Skin all drawn and pale, teeth jagged and yellow and wide open eyes, white and filmy. It looked like a corpse, except it was walking, talking. "Hello Jack" it hissed and leaned over, clawed hands outstretched. I curled into a ball, covering my face and screamed. I don't know how long I lay like that but when I looked I was alone. It started to rain and the wind picked up so I ran into the cabin and locked all the doors and windows. I was so scared I pushed as much furniture over the windows and against the doors as I could. Then I lit the fire least it try and get in through the chimney.
I didn't sleep well that night. Every time I closed my eyes I saw its face and head its voice. But it never came. The next day I pulled the door open as a car pulled up. It was my brother Doug. I hugged him, shaking. As he drove me to town I told him of what happened. He laughed at me and when I turned to him to tell him off, I screamed. It wasn't Doug. It was that creature "Your going to die Jack, like poor Joanne died" it hissed and turned the wheel. The last thing I saw and heard before it all went black was the creature laughing
When I awoke I was in hospital. The police told me Doug had blown a tyre and the car went off the road into a gully. I was badly injured but would be ok. Doug wasn't so lucky. He had been thrown through the windscreen and impaled upon a tree branch. I told them about the thing, about my night in the cabin but they didn't believe me. Its night now. The ward is silent. Most of the other patients are asleep. The nurse has come in. I ask her for a drink and then start screaming. It isn't the nurse. It's the thing. It's laughing at me and reaching out with those hands, those terrible clawed hands.