Haunt
Here is Chpt 4 ladies and gentlefolk, I've actually enjoyed writing these so far. Please tell me if they're too short and what not, and maybe some suggestions. I do not own Slender :3
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I spun on my heel and expected to be face to face with the horror from my nightmare, ready to face my death if need be, but instead I found nothing. Not a single track or figure was anywhere to be seen, I felt my heart pounding rapidly and I now heard the fading noise of static, like on a T.V. With bad reception. It was as if I was never being chased at all, but I knew it was real, for I felt the watching stare of that being and I couldn't shake that haunting feeling. I felt my eyes checking every space erratically, wanting to find the danger that had just been hot on my trail...but there was none. Feeling like a cornered animal I backed up against the trunk of a oak tree and waited. I stayed that way for I don't know how long, back pressed up against a tree, gun pointed ahead, occasionally spinning around to check for anything. But nothing came up, it made me feel crazy and paranoid, I felt my normally cool and calm demeanor slip a bit so I decided that I should just go back to the cabin, take what I need, and get out of these damned woods. I reigned in my sanity and lowered my weapon as I walked back the way I had run, feeling surprised that I actually remembered the correct way to go. As I walked I heard the footsteps that were following me, echoing as if taunting me to turn around and look...look...search but never find. It took me at least four times of checking behind me that I figured out to just ignore it and let it go, it wasn't going to stop. I checked my watch and it read 9:00 a.m., had I really been out here that long? I picked up my pace a bit, just wanting to leave this place, to forget it. I longed to pull out my journal but I remembered it was still at the cabin, on the small table beside the bed...waiting to be written in and abused for my own mistakes. Pictures of the horrifying creature kept popping up in my mind, I went over all that I knew but nothing fit the description of whatever that was. Maybe it was a super mutated thing like in the movies...maybe it had been sent to kill me, to stop me form living my life. Or maybe I had just been imagining it, I had not had the best sleep the past few days so it was possible that it had been a hallucination, a figment of my mind. Since I had dreamed about it my mind had conjured up an imaginary figure and I just reacted to much...yeah...that was what it was. Just my imagination. I continued my quickened pace and kept my eyes ahead waiting to see the top of the cabin, waiting for this horrible even to end.
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"Oh my god finally..." I breathed a heavy sigh of relief as the small wooden cabin came into view and I practically sprinted inside. I had run into a few dead on the way and almost got bit one time, but I managed to knock it away so I could stab it through the head. I was covered in blood and wanting to just wash off, but that could wait. Right now my objective was to get the hell out of here and do it fast, I couldn't stay another night while that...thing was out there, if it was real. I made sure all of my supplies were together and I went to grab my journal only to find that it wasn't there, I panicked and searched everywhere I thought it could be. "No no no no no! All that information can't be gone!" I rubbed my face wearily, already feeling exhausted, and I kicked over one of the side tables in frustration. I knew it was no use looking for it anymore right now, I had either dropped it in the woods while I was running, although I was positive I had left it here in a hurry, or someone...or something...had taken it. I searched more for about 10 minutes before giving up on the idea, it was gone and I had to deal with it unfortunately. I grabbed up the pack of supplies, grabbed my rifle, slung it on my back, and gave one last look at the cabin before walking out with a now sobered feeling. I wished that this would be the last time I came here for awhile, that it would probably be another few years even before I came back, but for some reason something inside of me told me that I would come back...and it was going to be sooner than I expected. I winced as the crunch of the mixed leaves and pine needles under my boots on the ground made a sort of echoing effect in the forest, making me feel more vulnerable as I walked. "Don't worry, the gates just up ahead you'll be fine..." But my own words did nothing to reassure me, they didn't remove the feeling of discomfort and horror from my mind. I knew that the walk was going to be a bit longer but as long as I was moving away from that cabin, I wouldn't stop. I watched every tree with a mark that I passed, double checking that I was on the right path. I had come up to the final arrow and sighed in relief as I saw the gate out of here was about 50 yards ahead, but even as I exited the wooded area and passed through the gate, I still didn't feel safe. I was about to run back up the gravel path but something in the middle of it stopped me, I walked closer and nearly cried at what I saw...my journal. How the hell had it gotten all the way out here? I looked around warily and grabbed my journal before bolting back up the path and getting the hell away from that place without a second thought. As soon as my feet hit the solid road I immediately turned and ran a bit up the path to my home, feeling a bit less threatened as I lost sight of the woods. Maybe I wasn't 100% safe but it was enough to make me relax and stop for a break, I felt as if I was about to collapse from dehydration and hunger. If I kept up this pace I would be back to my home within an hour or two. I looked around for any dead, finding a few behind a car feasting but I made quick work of them before sitting down against the vehicle and pulling out a sandwich I had made. I wiped the sweat from my brow as I guzzled down a water and scarfed my sandwich down hungrily, not even caring if I made a mess, I just needed to get some food in me. As I finished I slowed my breathing and looked around, it was a partly cloudy but beautiful day, good for a hike back home. I brushed myself off and opened up my journal, looking for any damage or scrawled notes...but there was nothing wrong with it. Not even a page was crinkled in the least. I closed it carefully and put it in my bag before standing and continuing down the road, wincing as the sun peaked out from behind the clouds. I looked down a bit as I walked so I wasn't blinded and I sighed, feeling thankful for the comfort of the warming sun.
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I had made it back to my hide out surprisingly easy, hardly any dead were on the path and I didn't walk into any survivors for once. I thought that once I was back to my shack in the small field it would go back to the way it was a few days ago, but every creak or groan seemed to set me on edge and I didn't like it. "Don't be so stupid Ella, it's just your mind...no need to over react." Remembering that I was covered in blood I grabbed a change of clothes and headed down to the small river to wash up a bit, feeling the clothes stick to my skin from the sweat and blood. I checked and cleared the surrounding area before taking off my short and pants to clean them in the cool water before grabbing a cloth and washing myself as well. I let the water run over my face and rinse through my hair, momentarily forgetting about my troubles in the world as I relished in the feeling. After I was done I quickly picked up my wet clothes, changed into the new ones, and headed back to camp to hang them up to dry. Since I hadn't done it in a while, I suddenly thought that it would be wise of me to make sure all my weapons were loaded just in case of attack, hopefully it would busy my mind. But as I cleaned and loaded the pistols my eyes kept flicking to the window, thinking that I saw the shadow of someone passing by, but every time I looked there was nothing. "I'm not crazy.." I knew it was true, I was tired, maybe if I took a nap my mind would clear up and I would feel normal again. I set my weapons back up and put away the stock of supplies before laying down on my bed and trying to sleep, but it would never come. I sat there for hours, tossing and turning every which way and staring at the ceiling or thinking of the past, it was like something didn't want me to sleep. I sat up in frustration and grabbed my journal, feeling that if anything I could try and write and push past this. I pressed down a bit harder than I intended when I began to write, ' Maybe going to that place wasn't such a good idea, ever since I left that cabin and that...monster behind, I've felt as if I always need to be on guard...as if I'm being watched. I want to go to sleep, to try and ease my mind, but sleep just won't come. I don't know what's wrong with me, maybe I'm just becoming paranoid, maybe I'm going crazy. Whatever it is though, it needs to stop before it gets worse.' I closed the journal as the light began to receded from the shack, signaling for me to light a few candles and grab something for dinner. Time was seeming to fly by for some reason but I just shook it off as I ate a spoonful of baked beans from the can, thinking about what was on the agenda for tomorrow until I heard it...that noise. *Scratch scratch* I froze as I heard that familiar noise, the noise of a finger scraping against the wood. I threw the can into the garbage and put my spoon in a can of water before pulling the cover over my window and locking my door. I had also put a piece of wood over it for extra hold but I didn't feel any safer as the scraping noise went on for another 5 minutes, making me stare at the door with no expression, then it stopped...just like that. Feeling like I could do nothing else I just laid in my bed, closed my eyes, and willed for sleep to consume me. This wasn't going to leave me alone, but I wasn't about to let it push me over the edge...not after what I've went through to get here.