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Chapter 1: What are the eerie legends of the Texas forest?
Why the hell would y'all even want to go out there, my grandmother would say, in that thick Texan drawl, before spitting a wad of dip into her snuff mug. She was like a firecracker, always startling you with a pop, even though you were the one who lit the match. My grandpa Joe, a towering man with calloused mitts for hands, would grunt in assent and flip to the next page of his morning paper.
Chapter 2: What happened during the childhood exploration of the forbidden woods?
I miss them. My brother Jesse and I are cleaning out their house after my grandmother passed, reminiscing on the mostly fond memories we shared. We were raised here, taken by our mother in the dead of night to flee the terrors of my drunken father. My father wouldn't find us in the vast countryside of Texas.
And if he did stumble upon the needle in the haystack, he would have to answer to Big Joe, who preferred to settle disputes with his fists. My mom made the right call. Dad was never able to find us. Too many tiny towns, like the one we escaped to. But if there's anything I've learned, the most evil things can happen in the smallest places.
My grandparents left us the house, reopening a chapter in our lives that we desperately wanted to keep closed. I put it on the market and received a quick and generous offer, but only for the land. The house would be demolished and our memories would be buried under wood and rubble.
i think we'd prefer it that way behind the house is the vast east texas forest but our neck of the woods is a little different most folks from other towns use their woods they hike fish or even camp in the beautiful landscape that only a higher power could have created we don't go in ours there's a small trail where you can let your kids play but soon it ends abruptly and you're staring at a long metal chain with a rusty sign which firmly reads keep out
No one really knows why the section of the forest is closed off. If you asked a city official, they'd say it's because the area is privately owned by a real estate developer, though no one can remember the company's name. There were rumors that several people went missing over the last 40 years because there are no trail markings maintained paths, and that's why we're not allowed to explore.
there were also whispers that a commune of pentecostals resided deeper into the forest and that they valued privacy and the second amendment the story is that the original church in town splintered back in the nineteen twenties and the other half set up their own community now this was actually true and documented by parishioners of that time but there's no evidence that the different factions retreated into the woods
It didn't stop rabble-rousers from claiming they had crossed the boundary and explored the other side. Stories were varied, but all came to the same conclusion. People were living in those woods. Some told stories of stumbling across makeshift shelters and tents surrounding a campfire. Others regaled tales of seeing shadowy figures dart behind trees in fear of seeing an outsider.
Jesse and I were naturally curious and rambunctious, as most twin brothers could be. We scaled every inch of the trail but reluctantly heeded our grandmother's warning of never venturing beyond the boundary. We were fascinated about what could be out there and discussed our theories before bed.
Our friends were also outdoorsy, and our fascination with the uncharted territory soon became an obsession. Well, why don't we just do it? Our friend Mikey said while we shared a cigarette in the park. We looked at him quizzically. We're about to start high school. Let's see what the damn fuss is about. Not seeing a reason not to, we devised a plan to trek the rest of our woods.
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Chapter 3: What terrifying encounter did the boys face in the forest?
i ain't afraid of no rain mikey declared the rest of us agreed and soldiered on to the rusty sign stepping over it with ease jessie crossed last and like clockwork rain began to putter down from the sky it was a light summer rain hot to the touch and more pungent none of us were particularly concerned until we heard a rumbling that sounded like thunder
i could tell dewey was nervous moving away from the tall southern oaks whose branches looked like arms trying to grab you the sun was now entirely invisible and we would not see it again until to-morrow a feeling of unease loomed over us It was hard to describe the other side. It looked exactly like any other part of the woods, but it felt odd.
The trail leading up was teeming with the sounds of nature, from birds or other woodland creatures. But this part of the forest was silent, minus the rain. I kept looking over my shoulder as I swore I could see shadows darting in and out of my peripheral vision. Holy crap, Dewey stopped us. Look.
In the distance was what looked like a church spire, though it was decayed with large chunks of wood missing. It was enormous and stared back at us over the tree line. Looks like there was a church after all, Jesse said. We should probably go, Dewey responded with his voice quivering. They said those folks have guns.
Oh yeah, well, check this out, Mikey said while pulling out a gleaming silver pistol from his backpack. Nabbed this from my dad's closet. I'll show them this if they try and mess with us. We all immediately began arguing and cursing at Mikey for doing something so reckless. Wyatt started to turn back, but something made him stop in his tracks.
We looked in his direction and saw something at the top of a hill. It was a man, or at least it looked like a man. I couldn't really make out his face, though it appeared to sag and stare at us in a slack-jawed gaze. Mikey, the idiot he was, flashed his gun at the strange figure. The man seemed to glance at the weapon and sauntered back behind the hill, out of sight. Mikey smirked, take that.
But to our horror, the man reappeared and charged toward us, tumbling down the hill while moaning from his open mouth. As he got closer, I saw that he was missing an eye. Mikey fired the pistol, but the shot was so loud that he dropped it in shock.
The man barreled into us and knocked down Mikey while grunting and screaming from his mouth, wailing his arms on Mikey's body like a prehistoric primate. Dewey picked up his walking stick and smacked the man in the face before we darted deeper into the forest. My ears were still ringing when we collapsed in exhaustion in an unknown clearing.
The tall spire was closer, and torrential rain slammed down on us. "'You're an idiot, Mikey,' Wyatt sputtered, digging his knuckles into the soaked earth. We all stood up to brush ourselves off, eager to return home. But there was one issue. Dewey was missing. We started to panic, screaming for Dewey's name into what seemed like the void."
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Chapter 4: Who is the mysterious figure in the woods?
there was a silhouette of a large man in the entryway his back was turned to us but it became clear it wasn't the man who attacked us earlier the man whistling his tune then walked around back with something slumped over his shoulder revealing a tied-up dewey with terror in his eyes
We crept toward the spire and tried to untie Dewey, but the knots were too thick, and Jesse and I quit the scouts after third grade. I remember the smell being terrible, like rotten eggs and spoiled meat. Mikey found a table saw nearby and began furiously cutting the ropes until we freed Dewey.
We have to go now, he screamed, and we tumbled out of the spire, only to be greeted by the massive man from earlier. He was wearing a full rain suit, and an old welder's mask was on the top of his head. I remember him chuckling and then whistling like my grandpa did when it was time for supper. The floodlight from the top of the entrance lit up.
I looked around and saw various heads pop out from under the bushes, each with their faces contorted in either rage or horror. There must have been a dozen figures, but I'm not sure I would call them human. The beasts leapt toward us, and Jesse helped me to my feet as we barreled through the trees. The sound of screaming and agonizing groans followed us.
and I was too scared to even look back but heard the shuffling of legs chasing after me. We kept running until Dewey tripped over the chain boundary. The rest of us toppled over him with wet mud painting our faces. I whipped around and saw the reflections of a dozen eyes before they turned around and went back into the forest.
We stayed on the ground for at least an hour, hyperventilating and cussing. I sat up when my heart rate finally slowed down and asked just what the hell had happened. Dewey, still exhausted, sputtered out what he saw. After hitting the man with his walking stick, an unknown figure grabbed Dewey, who put a funny-smelling cloth over his face, and he went unconscious.
When he came to, he was tied to a metal pole and was staring at a wooden table with what looked like a mannequin lying on it. But Dewey soon realized it was a body.
the figure returned and began muttering a language dewey didn't understand a flash of lightning hit the top of the spire and traveled down a wire to the table causing the body to jolt and convulse before going silent the man shook his head and left and we came in to untie dewey we said nothing
jesse and i didn't leave the house for almost a week until our mother returned from her work trip we then uneventfully began the school year never venturing to the other side except for dewey dewey graduated from high school that year near the top of his class I expected him to end up at Texas A&M or University of Texas at Austin, but instead he disappeared.
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Chapter 5: What fate befell Dewey during the horror-filled adventure?
I tore into the old shed and took the carbine Grandpa Joe kept from his time in Vietnam. I ensured it was clean and set off on the trail, soon reaching the rusted chain boundary. I crossed the other side, feeling like I was stepping into a new dimension. The forest went silent, seeming untouched from when we were children.
I carefully made my way toward the spire, gripping my grandfather's gun until my knuckles turn white. I think I hear faint whistling in the distance. I know I am being watched. I know I am being followed. When my dog ran off into the woods during one of our walks, I knew I couldn't chase after her right away.
Everyone in our town knew that the woods weren't empty, there was something in there, and especially the older residents insisted that it was people, or at least something akin to people. They called them the tribe. I never fully embraced these beliefs, but I still acted according to them. There were just too many things off about the woods for the tribe to be nothing but an old legend.
The fact that everyone was utterly convinced the tribe was real in itself was cause for concern. I'd never heard of anybody venturing into the forest, not even to prove the saying wrong. There was nobody working there either, despite the area being so huge. If the woods were normal, chances are there'd be foresters and woodcutters or maybe even hunters in there. That's what I figured.
our pets usually stayed far away from the tree line as well at that point i had no idea why chips my dog had gone off there in the first place she had never shown any interest in the woods and had even seemed apprehensive about getting too close to them That's why I always thought it safe to walk alongside the tree line. I was sure she'd never leave my side.
Her tearing the leash from my hands and dashing off into the thicket that day had happened completely unexpectedly. At least I knew who to go to for advice. There's this guy named Duncan. He's very old, maybe even the oldest man in the entire town, and definitely the most knowledgeable. He hangs out at a small pub most of the time, so I was sure I'd find him there.
i got on my way as fast as i could when i arrived at the bar i needed to stop for a moment to catch my breath before looking around inside the interior was dark in its colors the wood of the floor and the counter as well as the tables being of a warm deep brown The lights were just bright enough for me to easily spot the man I'd been looking for over in one of the corner tables.
There weren't a lot of other people inside the pub at the time. Duncan lifted his head in mild surprise when he noticed me approaching. We weren't total strangers. In a town as small as ours, basically everyone knew each other. "'Hello,' I gasped. He lifted his glass to me with a lazy smile of greeting but didn't say anything." I need to go into the woods. My dog ran off.
He gave me a nod as if to tell me to say no more. He went straight to business. First off, go in there by yourself. They don't take kindly to groups and noise. And be respectful to those you meet inside. He lowered his head slightly. You know they don't refrain from leaving those woods because they don't want to. Does that mean they're trapped there or something? Not trapped.
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Chapter 6: What did Tam Lin reveal about the forest's inhabitants?
I had no idea if I'd be able to defend myself with it at all, but I figured it'd be better than nothing. "'Please,' I said, "'I'm not here to hurt you.' The old woman extended her hand to touch my face. Her nails were long, sharp, and cracked. They looked almost like claws. I didn't dare to move when she ran them through my hair. Her dull eyes staring into mine, I held my breath."
What was I supposed to do? Shove her away? I didn't want to risk provoking her. Then suddenly, she grasped for my throat. I was just fast enough to duck and avoid her twisted bony fingers. I dashed forward and took off running. My feet drumming on the soft dirt ground, I blindly raced ahead. I felt the can of pepper spray fall out of my open pocket, but I didn't stop to pick it up.
Risking a glance over my shoulder, I saw her lumbering after me.
she was not very fast though and i noticed she never once set foot on the path it was like she needed to stay off it for some reason still that didn't mean she couldn't hurt me there was a low thud behind me i staggered to a halt and turned to find that the old woman was lying on the ground next to her a small rock it must have hit her on the head it had obviously caused her to tumble despite that she was already pulling herself back up and i took off down the trail again
At least this would help me lose her. I kept running until my sides were burning with pain and the sweat from my forehead was dripping down my neck. It was only when I was absolutely sure she wasn't behind me anymore that I finally slowed down. I dropped to my knees. My throat was sore and dry.
taking deep breaths i sucked in the cool fresh air i was quietly muttering phrases of reassurance to myself mixed with the occasional swear word suddenly i heard someone clear their throat i spun around only to find the man in the white shirt from before standing behind me he looked rather pleased with himself Did you throw that rock? I did.
Thank you so much, I... He silenced me with a dismissive wave of his hand, but he was smiling still. I bet she's more like what you were expecting to see here. He laughed and shook his head. Look, I don't really get why you're chasing after that mutt, but for what it's worth, I'm sure it's going to be interesting to watch. If you'll allow it, I'd like to come along.
That'd be mutually beneficial, right? I'm not saying I'll carry you around or anything, but I'd make myself useful, help you out a bit. He drew out his words, leaving them to linger in the air. I didn't need to think about the offer very long. Yes, please. He allowed his smile to widen, looking excited as he wiped his hands on his pants. This should be fun. Plenty, I muttered.
Hey, uh, I know real names are taboo, but... About that. I overheard two kids walk along the tree line talking a while ago. One was telling this story about someone named Tam Lin. It's too long to tell you all about it. He almost sounded embarrassed. But I liked the story, so... That's what I'd like for you to call me. Tam Lin.
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Chapter 7: How does the protagonist confront the dangers of the woods?
i watched the sun set through the canopy of leaves above we hadn't come across anyone else and there was no trace of chips i was tired and my feet were starting to hurt i couldn't believe that the woods were too big to comb through in an entire day i had never imagined them to be this huge I thought about calling my parents but, not wanting to worry them, I decided against it.
I lived next door to them, in a much tinier house that also belonged to us. They wouldn't notice my absence for the time being. The forest floor was soft but still quite unpleasant to sleep on. Tam was obviously completely unfazed by the prospect of resting on the bare ground, but he didn't give me grief for being squeamish.
The uncomfort was one thing, but what was worse was that I felt utterly exposed. I spent the night wide awake, restless and afraid. Nothing happened though. When Tam woke up, it was still dark. There was no reason to keep lying around, so we moved on. I saw the sun rise overhead. We kept calling out for chips, but still came up with nothing.
Remembering what Duncan had said about the more dangerous inhabitants of the woods living further in the back, I asked Tam if it was true. I guess, he replied curtly. It made me think. I wasn't feeling well and there was no trace of chips. The further we'd go in, the more threats there'd be on the way. Was my dog even alive anymore? Maybe, I thought.
Just maybe it'd be better for me to simply go back. I'm pretty sure Tam knew what I was thinking. He did his best to encourage me, probably afraid to lose his temporary source of entertainment this early on. Hey, you can do this. I'll keep you safe, okay? Do you need anything? I know where to get you food and water if that's what you want. Water.
i had all but forgotten about how thirsty i was duncan had told me not to eat or drink here but he'd also said that if i had to i could what other solution was there anyways tam assured me that the water was clean and safe to consume he said he'd fetch it from a nearby creek He offered to take me with him, but I told him I'd rather stay on the path, otherwise we'd end up lost.
A lump in my throat, I watched him walk off. I wasn't thrilled about being on my own, but I knew I was safe on the path. I tried to curl up in the middle of it, hoping to hide myself or at least keep my head low.
i felt like an idiot and it wasn't too effective either my stomach dropped when i suddenly heard multiple sets of footsteps up ahead the unmistakable crunching of leaves and snapping of twigs came closer and closer and i nervously stared off into the direction they were coming from Soon enough, I spotted four figures appearing from behind a bunch of hedges.
Noticing they were drawing closer, I staggered to my feet. It looked to be three women and a man, all of them dressed in rags rather than actual clothing. Carefully staying beside the trail, they slowly walked up to me. The one that came closest first was one of the women. She was tall, almost unnaturally so. Her hair was tousled and reached all the way down to her hip.
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