CAUTION! I am an amateur at writing so don't be too cruel with criticism.

CreepyPasta: The Horror of the Woods

I woke up gasping, as if I had a nightmare. I glanced around my surroundings and noticed I was still in my car. "Maybe I should go and check on my friends…" I pondered. I had come to the park with eight of my friends last night and as it got late, we decided to sleep here.

I sat up and clambered out of the car, drowsy still until I noticed a flickering light in the distance. Curiosity got the better of me and I started walking towards it. The flickering light turned out to be a flare inside a small canoe. Inside the canoe beside the flare, was a small note.

I bent to pick it up, and noticed the ominous writing all over it. I read it over quietly out loud. "Can't run." What does that mean? The page also had a strange drawing in the corner. It was a tall man in all black with no facial features. Shrugging it off, I ignored it. I began to walk around and ignored the eerie feeling of being watched. Instead of worrying, I began to walk along the sandy beachside with crashing waves slowing to a roll at my feet.

I paused every once in a while to the listen for any noise, for the eerie feeling of being followed was still very present in my mind. The dark blue lake shone silver from the light of the full moon, reflecting down in entrancing shimmers. I stood for a minute and enjoyed the beauty. I had no idea this would be my last glimpse of the beautiful scene. I whirled around at the sound of crunching leaves, only to be confronted by the strange man in the picture. Now viewing him in person I saw horrifying features right before my vision filled with static and I was blinded.

I stumbled, taken down by the sudden assault on my senses, crumbling in pain as I heard blood curdling screams in the distance as if someone was being tortured. I soon realized the screams were my own. Clamping my mouth shut I heard my blood roaring past my ears as if it was on fire, coming to a boiling point. Then all of it disappeared. I slowly opened my eyes to no longer see a man, let alone any living creature.

I slowly tried to understand what had just happened to all of my senses and was brought back to the man. He had no face, white and blank as a sheet of paper. He wore a jet black suit accompanied by a blood red tie. As I had made a mental note of, I had noticed he had some sort of tail or tails. As I looked at him they posed in an offense position as if to attack. Had that been what had caused me senses to lose control?

I pushed the thoughts out of my mind knowing I had to find my friends before he, or it, got to them. If any of this was real at least. It sounded so crazy, fictional that I must be dreaming or delirious from lack of sleep. I had woke up in the middle of the night. So it was obviously me seeing things. I shook my head to try and clear the sleep I couldn't feel. I continued to trudge forward and hope that my friends were okay.

As I walked along in the dark and treacherous forest I came across a huge concrete pipe that acted as a tunnel. I stared to the other side seeing nothing but the light of the moon at the end. My gut was screaming at me not to go another step and run back and hide in the car, but I pushed the feeling down. I took a courageous step forward in to the dark of the tunnel. After taking a few steps I started to hear giggles. I stopped and listened for the giggles again, only to hear my own blood start to rush as fear swam in my eyes.

I took yet another step. This time I saw something moving at the end of the tunnel. At that my heart leapt into my throat and my blood went cold. Was it that man we saw earlier? I brushed it aside as me just being paranoid. I continued through the pipe. When I finally reached the end, I saw a man sitting in a corner rocking and giggling. I asked if he was okay. The only reply I got was more hysterical giggles and the man turning to look at me. I saw to my horror the features of this stout man was self-inflicted.

He had black hair that was fried to a crisp, along with a smile carved into a face that was bleached white. He had a black sweatshirt that was covered in blood, with leggings to match. I saw in his pocket the handle of a butcher knife. He giggled even more when I backed up a step from him. He started to advance towards me while drawing a 6 inch butcher knife. Finally the man spoke. "I…want…you to go to SLEEP." He drew out the word sleep as if he had another meaning. He wanted me to sleep. Forever. I quickly looked around for a route to safety. The only route was behind him. I thought this over when suddenly he dashed at me, roaring with hysterical giggles and laughs as he chased me. I ran as fast as I, only hearing giggles filling my ears and clouding my mind. I tried to make a plan besides just run for he would surely catch me as he already was gaining on me. Then it hit me. My car. I could hide in my car. It would at least give me some sort of protection, but would never stop this mad man.

He would never stop. I continued to run not noticing the giggles had stopped and the smashing of feet on the ground had stopped behind me. I ran into my car and slammed the door shut and locked it. As if I had gotten far too tired from running, I eventually dosed off.

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