It’s is winter and I’m out with my older brother Sam in the woods. He told me he found this cabin in the woods when he went for a walk yesterday and thought that I would like to see it. as the sun sets I ask “how long until we get to the cabin”
“not long now” Sam replies. as it starts to get foggy we hold hand’s so we don’t get lost. Just after we hold hands a figure appears from the fog and starts to walk away from us. “hey Jacob we should follow that person, maybe he lives in the cabin in the woods” Sam whispers to me
“ I don’t know, he could want to be left alone” I reply
“so what, what’s the worst that could happen” Sam asks
“err he could kill us” I reply arrogantly
“shush, don’t be so loud” Sam demands the figure stops and turns around and listens, Sam covers my mouth. he turns back around and starts to walk again. we start to follow the figure the again. “this is about where I saw the cabin” Sam tells me. A large dark silhouette appears in front of the figure. “I thought you said it was a cabin in the woods not an old castle” I say
“I don’t understand, I swear I saw a cabin in the woods, this makes no sense” Sam replies very confused.
“let’s just turn around now, we can’t look through the windows their
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A shadow crosses the hall and enters a room on the left. We creep up to the door window and see the figure through the misty glass. It is standing over a table holding a saw. it looks up and sees us behind the window. He walks towards the door with a mean grin. When he puts his hand on the door we run back down the hall. It starts to run after us still caring the saw. As I exit the castle i turn around to see where Sam is, I see him crawling along the ground. “go, get out of here you won’t make it if you come to get me” Sam yells. I turn around and run back into the woods. After a couple minutes of running I slow down to walk, the fog has lifted and I can twice as far then I could
Narrator 2: They lived in a old cottage in front of an old overgrown woods. There was a mother that lived with her two children.
The story starts out with Sam remembering how he first got to be in his tree in the Catskills. A run-away, Sam Gribley, a young boy who lived in New York City with his family of eleven in a small apartment. None of them liked living there. His father used to talk of the family farm in the Catskill Mountains and the time he ran away to them. Sam decided this would be a way out of the dismal life he had in the city. He prepared himself well by listening very carefully to his father’s stories on survival and read books to be prepared for his planned new life.
After a signal fire is ignited by Ralph’s orders, two young twins, Sam and Eric stand guard in maintaining the fire. While on duty, an eerie figure drifts down from the sky and lands in the forest several yards away from Sam and Eric.
“Where’s Zander and the wolf?” Mason asked. “Did you find the staff? Was the goblin around? And about the castle was it booby-trapped?”
“Yeah, a small bug maybe,” Seventeen muttered, who was a bit less optimistic about their chances. She tightened her grip on her own spear as she peered round into the jungle gloom. “Stop making so much noise, will you? The dream demon could be hunting us right now. And why did we decide to leave at dusk, again?”
While they are out at the mill looking for evidence weird things start to happen. One investigator, Brad, set his lunch down and came back a few minutes later and it was gone and his lunch pail was moved somewhere else. Brad hears someone talking but they cannot understand what is being said or find who is talking. Brad follows the sound of the voices to the saw but when he gets close he hears the voices by bathroom screaming for help….Help me, Help me! Brad feels something tapping on his shoulder very lightly but cannot see anyone. Brad starts to freak out while Freddy and Bill start talking to him. Freddy and Bill tell Brad what happened with the fire and that they are now trapped as ghosts. Brad thinks he is loosing his mind and when he goes to tell his co-workers they don’t believe him either but looking out at the river they see a fishing pole in the water but no body holding
The silence was deafening… with each step, the lump in my throat was expanding, almost ridding me of all oxygen. My heart was pounding erratically and my hand, firmly gripping Scout’s costume was now soaked in perspiration. Amidst the overcast night, a dark shadow consumed Maycomb. The thick air was a blanket of humidity that offered not security, but the assurance of a storm. The pageant was but a distant memory by this point. We had only left a few minutes earlier but my thoughts were congested by an uneasy presence. The warm wind whispered through the rustling leaves. They seemed to dance about my feet, which wouldn’t have been so bad, had the night not been pitch black and unnerving. Instead, it felt as though I could tumble at any moment. I was immensely regretting my decision to reject a ride home when Scout burst,
...she heads downstairs to look for her. As she does this she sees Norman running frantically for the house. She steps into the fruit cellar for a place to hide. Instead of finding a sanctuary she is terrified by the skeletal remains of an old woman. With this finding Lila cannot control herself and she screams aloud. With this a woman with long white hair runs down the cellar steps towards Lila with a huge knife. Sam screams right before the woman has a chance to harm Lila. A battle of strength between Sam and the woman then takes place. During the struggle a wig is knocked off of the woman’s head revealing Norman.
“Absolutely, just look at it. It’s so creepy and mysterious. Legends say that every morning at three a.m. a mad man ghost prowls around the property, and if he finds you, you die.” I say giggling at the end. Just then, thunder boomed loudly as lightning struck. Millennium screamed.
The storm was coming in quick. Dark silky clouds covered the sky like a wave of sadness. Then Bam! It hit with a force so strong it seemed as if the old mansion would crash down into the earth.
The Smith’s a family of 4 were at their vacation cabin enjoying a beautiful summer day in Salt Lake City, Utah. They had decided to go camping, while they were out gathering wood for a fire they heard a strange noise. It sounded like an elephant and a pig. The oldest girl told her parents what she had heard and they didn't believe her, they thought she was losing her mind. Until the next night while the kids were asleep John and Joanne heard the same noise their oldest daughter Elizabeth had heard the night before they looked out of their tent to find a strange looking creature with the body of a elephant and the head of a pig standing about 20 yards. They didn't want to scare their kids so the next day when the kids woke up John and Joanne
I turn around, the unsettling feeling of something following dawns on me. A wave of mist rushes over to me and blurs my vision. Crows cackle into the dark night and I’m suddenly aware of how alone I am. I start running, the fear of a creature lurking in the forest is my worst enemy. Constantly looking over my shoulder, expecting to see a monster staring into my soul. A light suddenly shines onto me and I am illuminated in the dark surroundings. Startled and confused I back away from the spotlight, thrown into complete darkness again. The light is being thrown around the forest, hungry for a living being. I crouch behind some bramble and hope the light disappears.
I reached for the knife, my fingers met the plastic case. “Dang it” I cursed. I must of dropped the knife when I tripped. I was thinking about going to look for it but my hopes were crushed when I heard something coming into the mouth of the cave. I dropped to the ground and started to snake my way behind a boulder. I armed the flare gun and took aim at what was to come around the corner. I heard a rock tumble and roll on the ground. I heard a something being dragged along the dirt. I glared at the figure, the little moonlight giving me some sight. I heard Anmol screaming. HELP, SOMEONE HELP” I watched in terror as a slumped figure rounded the corner, I could not see its face. It was black and deformed in a disgusting way. I saw it take Anmol to a corner, I heard Anmol scream one last time. A shrill, spine tingling scream. I heard something cracking and tearing. Like a green branch snapping over your knee. I was pretty sure that this thing, had just killed Anmol. Just before I was about to run, something was in my peripheral vision. Something that didn’t suit the colour way of the cave. I looked, at first I was surprised that there was a hat in here. I continued to look at it, gazing. Something about it was strange, like I’ve seen it before. A yellow sun hat with a sunflower brooch? Then it came to me, it was the mother brooch the one that went missing. I snapped out of thinking and decided it was my only chance to run. My feet meet the ground, I sprung out and went beyond my top capabilities of sprinting. I knew the thing was after me when I heard It screech. I turned around, aimed the gun behind me and pulled the trigger. For once the cave was lit up, I briefly saw everything. Anmol limp body, a pile of bones and the killer monster that chased me. It screeched at the flares brightness and dove into the shadows. I loaded another flare. I looked up, I was going to shoot the bastard again. I law its shadow and shot, it
Being invited to a friend’s house the other day, I began to get excited about the journey through the woods to their cabin. The cabin, nestled back in the woods overlooking a pond, is something that you would dream about. There is a winding trail that takes you back in the woods were their cabin sits. The cabin sits on top of a mountain raised up above everything, as if it was sitting on the clouds.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.