![]() DareA Story by stephthewriter2017![]() Avalon's brother dares her to spend one night in the local haunted forest.![]() As
I parked my car in front of the entrance of the forest, I silently cursed
myself. Why did I have to be so stupid? Why did I have to be so stubborn? All I
had to do was tell Mikey no when he dared me to come here. All I had to do was
refuse to participate in his stupid games. But of course, I couldn’t do that.
My pride wouldn’t let me. So now I’m here, about to enter the most haunted
place in my state. I
had always been a little bit of a risk taker and thrill seeker. Around town I
had gotten a reputation for being a little reckless. Fearless is what I liked
to call it. Looking back now I must say that the truth was that I was just too
prideful to let anyone think I was weak. That’s how I ended up in the mess that
I was in now. Growing
up my grandmother used to tell us stories about the evil things that roamed the
rocky terrain and murky waters. Now I wish I had listened to her just a little
bit more. At least then I’d know more about what I was potentially getting
myself into. My
heart raced as I started to think about the words that she used to say. Fear
slowly began to creep in as I sat in my car. When
my phone suddenly began to buzz loudly, I jumped in my seat, cursing as I hit
my head on the roof. “Remember
to take pictures so I know you didn’t chicken out”, the message from Mikey
read. Jerk.
Oh, well. Might as well get this over with. Sighing, I slammed my car door shut and
started making my way into my nightmares. As
I slowly made my way into the vegetation in front of me, all I could see was the
black curtain of darkness. I slowly began walking through the invisible trees
and bushes and all I could hear was the cracking of the twigs beneath me and
the wind slowly speeding up. The absence of light became extremely more
noticeable the deeper into the forest I went. Around me the nonexistent sounds
of animals and bugs were suddenly noticed.
All the silence had begun to unnerve me. It had recently rained so the
mud had begun to stick to my boots, causing my steps to become sticky and slow.
The moisture still lingering in the air caused the temperature to drop
dramatically. At least that’s what I was telling myself. Taking
out my phone, I prepared to take a picture of the land around me. Before I
could snap the photo however, a gut-wrenching shriek echoed around me. Jumping,
I dropped my phone onto the grassy floor below me. Looking
around I tried to figure out where the sound had come from. It sounded so
close, almost as if whatever made it was right behind me. It
was probably just an animal, I thought as I bent over to pick my phone up. I’m
just being silly, I scolded myself. There is nothing to be afraid of. As
I moved to take another step forward I heard a loud growl come from behind me. Frozen
in fear I immediately began to panic. That
growl did not come from an animal. It sounded so unnatural. It was the most
horrifying sound I had ever heard. I could hear the violence in it echoing in
my ears. Standing
still I listened for more noises around me. At first there was nothing. The
silence had returned to the forest. After
a few moments of standing still, I decided it was time to leave. Mikey wasn’t
worth this. Before
I could even move my legs, footsteps rang out around me. The harsh, heavy
footsteps surrounded me as they came closer and closer as they closed in on
me. “Who’s
there?” I shouted as I strained to see what exactly was around me. “Poenam
transgressoribus erit,”a guttural voice answered from directly behind me. “Mikey,
stop fooling around!” I shouted back, crossing my arms, and glaring into the
darkness. “Poenam
transgressoribus erit,” the voice repeated, this time so close that I could
feel it’s breath on my neck. “Poenam
transgressoribus erit,” other voices joined in with the first as they all began
to chant around me. “Stop
it!!!” I screamed as I covered my ears, closed my eyes and sank to the ground
crying. “Hac
enim una,” the first voice growled suddenly in front of me. I
squeezed my eyes even tighter shut, refusing to give in to the urge of looking
around me. “Fies
sepultorum in tenebris.” The voice whispered, so close to my face that I could
feel the moisture of it’s breath on my face. “Please
just leave me alone.” I cried, rocking on the cold, wet ground. The
voice said nothing this time. It just remained silent as it knelt in front of
me. Suddenly
I felt skeleton thin hands gripping my shoulders, shaking me roughly. As the
nails ripped away my skin I could feel a burning fire spreading through my
blood, as if the monster had infected me somehow. It felt like I had swallowed
the sun and it was now trying to escape from inside me. Then
it was gone. The
presence in front of me was no longer there. The pain had faded away and the
silence had once again returned. Slowly
I opened my eyes and looked around me. Seeing nothing, I stood up unsteadily. I
could feel the blood pouring out of my wounds like lava out of a volcano. I
needed to get out of here. I
hesitantly took a small step forward. I looked around to see if the beings
would come out at my movement. Seeing
no one, I ran towards the exit of the forest. As
the trees cleared I could begin to see my car. The light blue paint shyly
peeking out from behind the foliage. Finally,
I was steps away from freedom. Then thousands of hands were suddenly all over me,
violently pulling me back into the darkness, never letting me go.
Epilogue That’s the night I died. The
beings in the forest punished me for disturbing their sacred and unholy peace. They
continue to punish me. Every
night for the rest of eternity I am chased. Hunted by the demons that butchered
my body and trapped me here. It
is only now that I realize that I was never really going to leave this forest
alive. The
truth is that I was dead long before those hands ever came for me. I
was dead long before that demon ripped my skin from my body. I
was dead before I had even heard the first scream. I
had only lasted a few seconds in the woods before they killed me. I
died alone and without knowing. For
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Added on February 12, 2017 Last Updated on February 12, 2017 Tags: short story, horror, dare |