Collin Bishop-Karney
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first heard Nov 2024
last heard Nov 2024
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It was in the air, in the shadows, in the silence that fell over the house as soon as the sun went down. It was watching, waiting, and I could feel it, a constant presence gnawing at the edges of my mind. Even now, years later, the memory of that shadowy figure and the voice that called my name in the dark still haunts me.
i can't shake the feeling that it's still out there somewhere waiting for me to let my guard down and sometimes late at night i swear i can hear it my own voice calling from the darkness sounding through the trees The camp felt different that night. It was as if the woods themselves were pressing in closer, the shadows thicker, the silence heavier.
I had grown up coming here, year after year, finding solace in the isolation of the main wilderness. but as i sat in the warm glow of the television with the rest of my family fast asleep a strange unease settled into my bones a noise came from the kitchen just a faint sound a subtle creak but it was enough to set me on edge
I told myself it was just the house settling, maybe the wind playing tricks on me, but I couldn't shake the sense that something was... not right. The dogs stirred, and I figured they needed to go out. My brother's two pit bulls, Brutus and Max, were restless, and Alfie, my little black dog, looked up at me expectantly. With a sigh, I pushed myself up, grabbing the leashes and heading to the door.
the porch light flickered as i turned it on casting a weak yellow glow that barely made a dent in the darkness beyond the yard the main woods at night were a black void swallowing everything in their depths i tried to ignore the uneasy feeling that seemed to follow me as i stepped outside the cold night air prickling my skin.
The pit bulls pulled eagerly at their leashes, sniffing the ground, while Alfie stayed close to my feet. I tried to focus on them, to let their presence calm me. They were big, strong dogs, and nothing in these woods could hurt us with them here. But as I watched them wander, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched in return.
the silence was too complete the kind that makes your ears ring even the usual rustle of the wind through the leaves seemed to have stilled then i saw it a bird perched on the fence post at the edge of the yard its eyes glinted in the dim light unblinking watching me For a moment I was transfixed, unable to look away from those glowing eyes.
And just as suddenly as it appeared, it was gone, wings flapping silently as it disappeared into the night. I shivered, turning my attention back to the dogs, and my heart skipped a beat. Brutus and Max were standing still, their bodies tense, ears perked, their eyes locked on something deep in the woods. I followed their gaze, squinting into the darkness, but saw nothing.
A cold wave of fear washed over me as I realized that Alfie was no longer by my side. Panic flared in my chest, and I called out her name, my voice sounding too loud in the stillness. For a moment, there was nothing, just the pit bulls, standing guard, their growls low and threatening. Then, I heard it. A soft whimper, coming from the darkness.
i took a step forward my heart pounding in my ears alfie i called again my voice trembling the whimper came again closer this time and i took another step the pit bulls growled louder but they didn't move their eyes still fixed on whatever was out there
my hands shook as i fumbled with the leash my eyes darting from the darkness to the dogs and back again suddenly i felt something brush against my leg i jumped a scream catching in my throat and looked down alfie she was there shivering her eyes wide with fear relief flooded through me but it was short-lived "'If Alfie was here, then what was making that noise in the woods?'
A chill ran down my back as the realization sunk in. I looked back towards the woods, my eyes straining to see what the pit bulls were staring at. The growls coming from Brutus and Max were low and guttural, the kind of growl that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. They were warning me, warning me that something was out there, something I couldn't see.'
I held Alfie close, backing up slowly, my eyes never leaving the tree line. The darkness seemed to move, to shift, as if something was out there, just beyond the reach of the light, watching us. The pit bulls took a step forward, their growls growing louder, and I knew I couldn't stay out here any longer. Whatever was out there, it wasn't something I wanted to face.
I turned, pulling the dogs with me, and hurried back towards the porch. My heart was pounding, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. I could feel the darkness at my back, pressing in, as if it was trying to pull me back. I stumbled up the steps, nearly dropping Alfie in my rush to get inside. I flung the door open, the pitbulls rushing in ahead of me, and slammed it shut behind us.
I stood there, my back against the door, my hands shaking, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The pitbulls were still growling, their eyes fixed on the door, their bodies tense. I listened, straining to hear anything beyond the pounding of my heart. The silence outside was deafening, the kind of silence that seemed to swallow everything, even sound.
And then, just as I started to relax, I heard it, a voice, drifting through the darkness. Alfie. It was my voice, but wrong, distorted, twisted, as if something was trying to mimic me but couldn't quite get it right. The sound sent a chill down my neck, my blood running cold. I clutched Alfie closer, my eyes wide with fear.
Something was out there, something that knew my name, that wanted me to come back outside, and I knew deep down that if I did, I might not come back.
the pitbulls were still growling their deep guttural warnings echoing through the room i backed away from the door my heart pounding every instinct screaming at me to get as far away from that voice as possible my hands were trembling as i held alfie close her tiny body shivering against mine the cabin which had always felt like a safe haven suddenly seemed too small, too fragile.
The walls, once comforting, now felt paper thin, as if they could barely keep out whatever was out there. Brutus, Max, I whispered, my voice barely audible over their growls. They didn't turn, their eyes still fixed on the door, their bodies tense. I took another step back, my legs feeling like they might give out at any moment.
I needed to move, to get to a place where I felt safer, but my feet felt rooted to the spot, fear holding me in place. The voice came again, this time louder, more insistent.
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