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•⁞Ᾱlỿcîę⁞• Gale in the Woods ~ A Scary Story

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Level 19 : Journeyman Strawberry
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Light is scarce. Sanity is running out, and so is my time. Ravens are present; they caw, swooping at me from out of the leafless trees. My feet hit the ground at a slowing pace. My breath is shortening. Not good at all. There's not a second to waste on rest. The thing - the demon, it's coming closer, and I need to move. I hear its breath, although I can't see it anywhere near me. It does that all the time when I'm in bed at my cabin - or at least it did, because I've fled the cabin now. I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to escape. I need to gain freedom. Whenever I'm around that thing, it's like l have a ball and chain hooked on to my foot. The invisible demon creature always watches me, guards me, but just an hour ago, I noticed that the breathing had stopped. I took the opportunity, the chance, to escape. I grabbed a jacket and that was it. After 5 breathless minutes of sprinting, ever so quietly the breathing came back. And it started getting louder. I even thought for a second that the sound was coming from my own heaving lungs. But it wasn't. The evil spirit was chasing me.
I had gone about 2 miles when suddenly the breathing started to rapidly fade, growing farther and farther away with each step. It was as if the demon had just stopped dead in its tracks, letting me run into the darkness.



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You know, "dead" is a funny word to me. I wasn't always alone in the cabin. I used to live with a girl named Tara. We ran away when we were both fifteen, two best friends just wanting to cross off our entire bucket list in three seconds, not realizing the dangers. Everything was happy and swell until her sixteenth birthday. She brought a calender with her when we took off, to keep track of those special dates. So as soon as the sun peeked over the hill, I ran to wake Tara up, because she always sleeps late. That girl opened her eyes and I swear I saw jumping beans in those things.
We picked clovers and dandelions and made daisy crowns for the rest of the morning. Evening came and went like people in an elevator, leaving space for twilight to arrive in its bright, black buggy, spraying starlight through the full, dark green leaves. Tara and I decided it was time to head back to the cabin and talk about preparing our midnight tradition. Back at home, whenever it was someone's birthday, we'd secretly go outside in the dead of night and right at the stroke of twelve, we'd sing happy birthday, and the northern mockingjays would always echo the last line of the song to us. Usually only a few of the birds were awake at that time, but we decided that if at least one repeats it, good luck will shine on that new year of age.

That night, after talking about Tara being 15 and how she couldn't wait to be 16, we checked my wristwatch at five minutes until twelve. We usually only left a few hot coals in the fireplace when we were out to not risk the building burning down, but that night, we determined, we'd only be outside for a short bit, so the fire burned on.
Tara stood and walked to the door while I stayed back and fixed the sheets which we had been sitting on. But when I heard that she was tugging on the knob and grunting, I turned. The door was stuck, somehow.
I started walking over to help her, but suddenly a loud thump sounded on the other side. Then again, and again, shaking the door with each hard knock. The frame creaked and looked as it if was about to give way to the aggressor. Tara took a step back and looked at me with pale eyes. All at once, the banging stopped. The lonely sound of the crackling fire hung in the stale air as we stood and stared. I dared to looked down at my watch.
Four minutes until midnight.
At first, we didn't even consider the supernatural into this equation. Our first thought was that the police had found us and shown up to take us back to society. So we made sure all the curtains were closed when we gathered our weapons. We had not skipped the tradition for goodness knows how many years, and we weren't planning to that night either. Tara had taken a gun that her father had used to hunt with; she only had three bullets left. I stole a sword - a real bladed sword. My own father had a friend who was a black belt. He gave him the samurai sword as a precious gift.
So there we were, armed and ferocious, ready to run out the door - if it still wasn't jammed.
"How could the door have been locked... from the outside?" I had asked.
"I don't know," Tara replied. "I'll try to open it again, but I'll just bust it if it doesn't budge."
She cautiously placed her hand on the rusted brass knob and turned. The wooden door slid open effortlessly. She then immediately raised her firearm, taking a step out, ready to shoot the first hint of movement. The barrel continued sweeping the darkness. Before following her out, a glance at my watch tightened my insides.
Three minutes until midnight.
Heaving a deep breathe, I slipped right on her tail, walking backwards and covering her back with the sharp edges of my weapon strangely glinting against the starlight, making it look like it was moving. A foreign pang went through my brain at that instant, and I felt like a different person. Like I'd been in this position forever, guarding, watching, for a thousand years, and as my eyes rode away from the control of my sane mind, I realized something was wrong. Terribly wrong. Images of people, many people, fogged my vision, and I knew it wasn't real, but I persued the thoughts, not trying the least bit to resist. It felt natural, suddenly, like they were just memories trying to swim out of the depths and be seen. But something called to me, from the back of my brain, and it told me to snap out of it, to come back, that I was wading too far out, that it was just wrong.
In the split second that I had decided it was time to focus, get the weird things out of my head, something hit me. Not physically. Mentally, spiritually. Like something had just... left me. Like a piece of my soul had just been melted off by some strange heat. Then I realized I was sweating. Burning up, actually, with a fever or something. A strange sound filled my ears; wind. Swooping, snatching, crazy, living wind, whipping at the trees and my clothes. I turned around to face Tara, but she wasn't there.
Then something horrid pierced my eardrums. Screams. Scratchy, distant, definitely female. And the screamer shouted my name. The sounds were awful, scary, freaked, the most unbelievable thing I'd ever herad. They seemed to be disappearing, but I didn't want it to go, and I did want it to go at the same time. It was Tara. It had to be.
A loud, sharp BANG came from the distance, and along with it, there was a millisecond of flash barely visible through the brush beyond. Gunshot.
I froze, coming to a realization. This was not the authorities, this was not human. Nothing could've swept her away that quickly, and how do you explain that moment of craze that I had?
An icy chill dug its claws up my spine as a second shot rang through the forest. I dropped the sword. I was beginning to think that it was a huge mistake when the third and final burst of gunpowder interrupted my thoughts. The screaming stopped then, and I knew it was over. She was defenseless.
I stared into the abyss in which my best friend had just been sucked into by who knows what. The only thing I could think to do next was check the time, maybe report something like a murder to the police when I got back to the city - if I got back to the city. I stopped completely, reading the numbers across the digital screen of the watch.
12:00. Midnight.
I don't know why, but I had a bad feeling about it. It was like a hex and I don't know why. I just needed to run. Get away from the shadows and the moon and the wind, the powerful gale that was still blowing.
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Update #1 : by Alycie 03/19/2015 9:33:14 pmMar 19th, 2015

By the looks of this story right now, I don't think its gonna be finished any time soon. Keep constantly cheking on this because I will continue to work on it everyday until it's finally finished. \(•u•)/
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