(NOTE: Sorry about the time problem, my computer randomly craps out and decides to shut off, I will try to get it fixed)

"What a major pain in the ass, you need a better computer," Braden said. I agreed. It likes to turn off, freeze, and get bluescreen if I watch Youtube.
"Let's just go out..." I mumbled. We walked out the door, into a huge field with forests. One, that was always dark and creepy, and one that was bright and fun to take a stroll in.
"Alright, It's 11:30 at night, what should we do?" asked Graham.
"Let's shoot air-soft guns," Braden suggested.
"We should throw rocks in the lake," Graham said.
"Let's explore Doom wood!" I inquired. Graham and Braden looked at me like I was insane.
"Nice idea, bird brain, let's go and just die for fun," Braden snapped. What's his problem? The forest does have "The Well", and a couple abandoned paintball houses with dead bodies but who cares?
"Creepy stuff is awesome," I said.
"OK, OK, let's go in the dumb woods," Braden and Graham said. Walking over to the woods with baby steps, we finally made into the woods without walking through brambles or a giant puddle of water.

That's when the sounds started.
We all froze.
"GOD DAMNIT!" Graham yelled. He tended to swear when he got scared.
"Calm down, it's probably just our imagination," Braden tried.
"All. Three. Of. Us? SERIOUSLY?" I snapped.
<Don't be scared, your death will be quick and painless...> said the voice. It sounded a little demented ghost girl. Too afraid to show herself, but not afraid to kill with no mercy. I was as terrified as a mouse in a cat's paw.
Why was there a puddle of blood? We don't know.
"Oh God, oh God, OH GOD!" Graham screamed. A large puddle of fresh blood was in front of The Well. What is it, you ask? *Sigh* Here we go.

The Well is an old, old monument in the forest. Countless boys would challenge their friends to see who would reach into the black muck. If they did, their arm would be covered in mulch, bugs, and cuts. Cuts? Why? The creature in the well does not like visitors. Only one boy took a picture of the thing, and his camera was left next to The Well. Me, Graham and Braden found it. The picture was too terrifying to look at. A pale, round face. It was a man's face, but with a distorted expression. His eyes were blood red. Solid, blood, red, ringed in black. His mouth hang open, revealing just a huge black void. My blood chilled when I saw the hands. Just white, bruised clawed hands. Blood was dried all over it, and his claws were sharper than a new razor.

And, the legend was... blood in front of the well revealed a fresh kill. That's what me and my friends found. The ghost girl found us, forever crying, forever disturbed.