Happy Thanksgiving to everyone! I hope everyone is enjoying their break or studying hard if you have assignments to do. Anyway, the story sort of begins from here but I don't know when I'll update this so enjoy. I'm not sure how I'll do writing a horror/supernatural story but here goes to nothing. All reviews are welcome and appreciated!
I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or Aokigahara
Being the dense forest that Aokigahara was, the private jet that carried the Host Club landed a few miles away from their destination. They had to hike the rest of the way up if they wanted to get there. To the Hitachiins, this was part of their adventure. To everyone else, it was the beginning of a nightmare, though they do not fully understand the hell that will be unleashed upon them.
After some time that seemed like forever, they were finally able to reach the edge of the forest, just the seven of them. A sign was placed there that stated "Please Do Not Attempt To Kill Yourself In This Area" in bold, red letters against a white, rectangular sign. Dirt covered parts of it as evidence of old age.
Everyone looked into the forest for a second and they all felt a chill up their spine.
"It sure is quiet," Haruhi said softly, afraid that her voice might disturb something.
And indeed it was. Not a sound could be heard in the deserted woodland. Even wind was not there to rustle the leaves on the trees or scatter the ones on the ground. No animals could be heard chattering or squawking. All that was there was the quiet forest that reeked of doom.
"Well, let's go then," Hikaru said confidently, trying to hide is own apprehensions about this trip. He slowly walked into the forest as everyone carefully followed him.
After a few minutes, the atmosphere filled with more dread. Pieces of skeletons were found on the ground. Torn clothing hung from the branches. Blood was splattered onto the trees, painting them and blending the red and the brown into indistinguishable colors.
"I don't know about this," Tamaki said warily, carefully looking at the scene as he imagined the gory deaths that must have occurred there.
"I want to go home," Honey cried out softly. Mori immediately picked him up to comfort him.
"Don't worry Mitsukuni. I'm right here," the tall boy replied, expertly masking his anxiety.
Kyoya, who seemed to not react to anything but was in fact just as frightened, turned to the younger twin.
"So what exactly are we supposed to do here?" he asked coldly
"Just explore. See what we can find of interest and just enjoy." Kaoru did not even look Kyoya in the eye. He was too busy examining the blood splatters. Were people actually so willing to take their own lives?
As Haruhi looked around, she noticed something glistening against a boulder nearby. "Hey guys, I think I found something," she said to the group. She walked toward what appears to be a plaque but was not. It was a sheet of bronze metal the seemed to be embedded as part of the boulder.
The boys crowded behind her, noticing that writing was present on it. "What does it say?" asked the older twin. In clear black letters appeared a message that Kyoya read slowly and aloud.
Despairing souls have wandered into this forbidden forest
Enter at your own will but you cannot turn back
Accept the consequences of your actions and vices
Turn the most innocent of habits into the most mind shattering nightmares
Hell breaks loose from your soul and your only escape is the inevitable
Silence was upon the group until Kyoya laughed, making everyone else jump.
"What's so funny?" Tamaki asked, annoyed and scared at the sudden outburst.
"This is obviously fake. Look at it! The writing is barely coherent. It's like a 10-year-old wrote it." Kyoya calmed down a little as he looked at the message again.
Mori shook his head. "I think we should listen to it anyway."
"That's right. This place is too scary for me," Honey said, still grasping onto his cousin.
A female scream suddenly penetrated the silent forest, jolting everyone to alert. The sounds of birds flying away echoed above them but none were seen. Leaves rustled without the presence of any wind but everything grew colder. A thin fog slowly began to creep in. Everyone's heart stopped and they all wanted to run. Yet for some reason, they could not move their legs. Or speak. Or hear. Or see. All of their senses were failing them before one by one they fell to the ground unconscious.
A low moan echoed through the trees before the fog disappeared. As soon as everything was clear, the bodies of the seven unconscious teenagers faded away with the mist. No trace of them was left behind.
The message on the boulder began to gleam when the words suddenly changed.
Step into your worst fears and repent for your sins
Introduce yourselves to your makers and entertain them to no end
Not until the inevitable has occurred will you be free from this eternal damnation
Yeah, comments and suggestions are always appreciated. Happy Thanksgiving again! Enjoy your turkey, or fried chicken, or whatever you eat at this time. We personally have fried chicken but I digress. Anyway, thank you for reading!