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6/30/2025, 6:18:22 AM
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> light wind blows, hear whispering
> can’t make out words, just garbled nonsense
> voice sounds like it’s *inside* my head
> start heading back fast
> but the trail doesn’t look right
> trees seem wrong, taller and twisted
> tree trunks look burned at the bottom, like they were in a fire that never happened
> hear rustling ahead
> see a deer standing in the middle of the trail
> its eyes are *completely human*
> like, full whites and irises staring back
> blinks slowly
> then it stands on two legs
> fight-or-flight kicks in and I bolt
> run for what feels like an hour
> the woods never end
> start to think I’m going in circles
> everything looks the same
> smell that moldy death scent again
> see something up ahead
> looks like an old hunting shack
> half-collapsed, roof missing, moss all over it
> inside is just a mattress, rotted and soaked
> walls have carvings in them
> looks like symbols, spirals, and a name over and over again: “CORA”
> then I hear the crying again
> but now it sounds like it’s *right outside the shack*
> flashlight flickers
> shine it at the door
> see a face peeking in
> not a human face
> pale and sunken, no nose, just two holes, jaw is dislocated and stretched
> eyes are completely black
> it just *stares*
> can’t move
> whole body frozen like it’s holding me in place
> it opens its mouth, but instead of sound, I just feel pain
> pure, sharp pressure in my ears and chest
> suddenly remember the railroad spike
> force my arm to move, pull it out of my boot
> as soon as I grip it, the thing *screeches* like metal being torn
> light explodes, it’s gone
> woods go quiet
> find the trail again like it was never gone
> get out of the woods shaking
> grandma waiting on the porch
> doesn’t say a word, just nods and hands me a bowl of hot soup
> “you didn’t throw it away, did you?”
> show her the spike
cont 2/?
> light wind blows, hear whispering
> can’t make out words, just garbled nonsense
> voice sounds like it’s *inside* my head
> start heading back fast
> but the trail doesn’t look right
> trees seem wrong, taller and twisted
> tree trunks look burned at the bottom, like they were in a fire that never happened
> hear rustling ahead
> see a deer standing in the middle of the trail
> its eyes are *completely human*
> like, full whites and irises staring back
> blinks slowly
> then it stands on two legs
> fight-or-flight kicks in and I bolt
> run for what feels like an hour
> the woods never end
> start to think I’m going in circles
> everything looks the same
> smell that moldy death scent again
> see something up ahead
> looks like an old hunting shack
> half-collapsed, roof missing, moss all over it
> inside is just a mattress, rotted and soaked
> walls have carvings in them
> looks like symbols, spirals, and a name over and over again: “CORA”
> then I hear the crying again
> but now it sounds like it’s *right outside the shack*
> flashlight flickers
> shine it at the door
> see a face peeking in
> not a human face
> pale and sunken, no nose, just two holes, jaw is dislocated and stretched
> eyes are completely black
> it just *stares*
> can’t move
> whole body frozen like it’s holding me in place
> it opens its mouth, but instead of sound, I just feel pain
> pure, sharp pressure in my ears and chest
> suddenly remember the railroad spike
> force my arm to move, pull it out of my boot
> as soon as I grip it, the thing *screeches* like metal being torn
> light explodes, it’s gone
> woods go quiet
> find the trail again like it was never gone
> get out of the woods shaking
> grandma waiting on the porch
> doesn’t say a word, just nods and hands me a bowl of hot soup
> “you didn’t throw it away, did you?”
> show her the spike
cont 2/?
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