Just Creepy: Scary Stories
4 Scary FOREST Horror Stories That Will Keep You Up at Night
Wed, 01 Jan 2025
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Chapter 1: What happens during the eerie Christmas Eve?
I can't shake the feeling that my life changed forever that night. It all started normally enough. Around 7.30 p.m., I was out back clearing out the fire pit. The snow crunched under my boots as I tossed out last week's ashes and stacked fresh logs. It was cold, but the kind of cold you get used to when you live in the Midwest. Sharp but bearable. The air felt heavy, though, too still.
Normally, there'd be coyotes yipping in the distance, maybe some wind stirring the trees. Tonight, nothing, just silence. Rusty, my German shepherd, trotted along beside me, sniffing at the air like he'd caught a strange scent. I patted his head absentmindedly. "'Relax, boy,' I said, though I was trying to convince myself more than him."
By the time Lily's parents pulled up in their truck, I'd managed to push the weird feeling to the back of my mind. I greeted them, handed Mark a beer, and helped her mom carry some casserole dish into the house. For the next 20 minutes, I forgot about the stillness outside. We laughed, talked about Christmas plans, and for a while, everything felt normal.
At 8.30, I decided to step out and light the fire. I grabbed the lighter and Rusty followed me to the back door, his nails clicking on the floor like he was on edge. As soon as I opened the door, he froze. His ears perked up and his body went rigid. What's wrong, buddy? I asked, peering into the yard. The fire pit was barely visible in the dark, just a black silhouette against the snow.
Beyond that, the tree line loomed like a wall. My breath fogged in front of me as I stepped out. trying to ignore the way my chest tightened. Rusty stayed behind, growling softly. He didn't follow me, and that should have been my first sign to go back inside. I crouched by the pit, flicking the lighter and watching the flames catch.
The fire hissed and popped, casting flickering shadows that danced on the snow. That's when I heard it. A low whistle, faint but unmistakable. It wasn't coming from the house or the wind. It was coming from the woods. I stood up slowly, my eyes fixed on the tree line. Probably the wind, I muttered, though even as I said it I knew that wasn't true.
The whistle came again, longer this time, and Rusty barked sharply from the porch. My gut twisted. It wasn't an animal. It sounded off, almost human, but not quite. Okay, time to go, I said, walking briskly back toward the house. Rusty bolted inside as soon as I opened the door, his tail tucked between his legs. I barely had time to lock the door before the scream ripped through the air.
It was like nothing I'd ever heard. Half human, half animal, and full of rage. My body locked up for a split second, every nerve in me screaming to run. Rusty went berserk, barking and growling at the back door, his teeth bared. I didn't even think... I bolted to the window and yanked the curtains aside. A figure stood at the edge of the firelight, tall and impossibly thin.
Its limbs were too long, its movements jerky, like a marionette being controlled by someone who didn't know what they were doing. Its face. God, its face. It was too pale, stretched tight over its skull, with eyes that glowed faintly yellow. It twitched, then darted toward the house. I slammed the curtains shut and yelled for Lily and Mark. "'Lock the doors. Now!' My voice cracked with panic.
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Chapter 2: What strange sounds disturb the calm night?
Rusty barked even louder, throwing himself at the door. My heart pounded as I grabbed the rifle from the cabinet and fumbled to load it. Lily ran into the room, her eyes wide. What's going on? Something's out there, I said, my voice barely steady. Something's coming. Before I could explain, a loud thud shook the back door. Rusty growled low, his body pressed against my leg.
Whatever was out there wasn't going away. It wanted in. I don't know how long I stood there, rifle clutched in my hands, staring at the back door. Rusty was growling so low it sounded like a vibration more than a sound. The thud stopped for a moment, and I let myself hope, just for a second, that maybe it was gone. Then it hit the door again, hard enough to rattle the glass.
James, what the hell is out there? Mark asked, his voice tight. He was standing just behind me, holding the revolver I'd handed him earlier. I couldn't bring myself to answer. I didn't know what to say. I don't know, I finally muttered. But it's not normal. We stood there, every muscle in my body tense, waiting for the next sound.
When nothing came, I slowly peeled back the curtain just enough to see outside. The fire pit was still blazing, casting long flickering shadows against the snow. But the thing, it wasn't there anymore. It's gone, I whispered, though I didn't believe it. Creatures like that don't just leave. Mark motioned toward the door. We can't just stand here waiting for it to come back. Let's check the yard.
Make sure it's really gone. I nodded, my stomach churning. Every instinct told me to stay inside, but Mark was right. We needed to know what we were dealing with. I slung the rifle over my shoulder and eased the door open, the cold air hitting me like a slap in the face. Rusty stayed behind, whining softly as I stepped outside.
the snow crunched under our boots as we moved toward the fire pit the flames cast just enough light to see the ground clearly and that's when i saw the tracks they were massive hoof-like but too wide and irregular to belong to any animal i knew They circled the fire pit, then trailed off toward the woods. "'Do you see this?' I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Mark nodded, his grip tightening on the revolver. We were about to head back to the house when I heard it again, that low, haunting whistle. It was closer this time, coming from the trees just beyond the firelight. I raised my rifle, my finger hovering over the trigger." Then they appeared, two of them, moving in from the tree line. My heart nearly stopped.
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Chapter 3: Who or what is lurking outside?
They were tall and gangly, their limbs too long and their movements wrong, like they didn't understand how bodies were supposed to work. Their faces were obscured by the shadows, but I could see enough to know they weren't human. One of them crouched low, its head jerking unnaturally as it let out a low growl that made my stomach turn. "'Mark,' I started, my voice barely above a whisper.
"'We need to—' One of them lunged. I fired instinctively, the crack of the rifle shattering the silence. The recoil hit my shoulder hard, but I didn't have time to think about it. The thing recoiled, but it didn't fall. It stumbled back, then twisted its body in a way that made my skin crawl, like it was trying to decide whether to attack again. Mark fired his revolver.
and this time the creatures darted back into the woods, their movements fast and jerky like spiders scuttling away. "'Back to the house!' I yelled, and we didn't waste a second. We sprinted across the yard, the firelight fading behind us. My heart pounded in my ears as I fumbled with the door, slamming it shut as soon as we were inside. Lily was waiting for us, her face pale. "'What happened?'
she demanded. "'There's more than one,' I said, my voice shaking." They're still out there. We barricaded the doors with furniture, every window locked and covered. Rusty barked furiously at the back door, pacing back and forth like he was ready to tear through it himself. I was about to suggest calling the sheriff when the sound came again.
Not a whistle this time, but a loud, deliberate thud against the side of the house. They weren't done with us. I checked the rifle, my hands trembling. Mark stood beside me, his revolver still in hand. If they want in, they'll have to fight for it, he muttered. The thuds grew louder, coming from all sides of the house now. Windows rattled and a faint scratching sound came from the back door.
Rusty growled low, his body pressed against Lily's leg as if he was trying to protect her. And then it stopped. No thuds. No scratches. Just silence. Do you think they're gone? Lily asked, her voice barely a whisper. I shook my head, the hair on the back of my neck standing on end. No, I said. They're still out there, waiting. A face pressed against the glass of the back door.
Its eyes glowed faintly yellow and its mouth stretched into an unnatural grin, revealing jagged, uneven teeth. It slammed a long, spindly hand against the glass, cracking it. Get back, I yelled, raising the rifle. And then the glass shattered. The glass shattered before I could even pull the trigger.
Shards sprayed across the floor, glittering in the dim light, and Rusty lunged forward, barking like he'd lost his mind. Lily screamed, and I shoved her and Mark back toward the living room. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat. "'Stay behind me!' I shouted, raising the rifle.
The thing outside, the thing, was halfway through the door now, its spindly limbs folding awkwardly as it squeezed through the frame. Its skin looked wet, almost glossy, and its head cocked sharply as it fixed its glowing yellow eyes on me. It smiled. God help me, it smiled. I didn't hesitate.' I fired point-blank, the recoil slamming into my shoulder as the shot rang out like a thunderclap.
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Chapter 4: How do they react to the terrifying encounter?
Mark frowned. And if that doesn't stop them? Then we fight, I said. But we don't leave that fire burning. We barricaded Lily and her mom in the living room with Rusty, shoving every piece of furniture we could find against the doors. Mark and I made our way to the fire pit, stepping into the bitter cold.
the snow reflected the faint moonlight but the woods were pitch black i could feel the weight of the darkness pressing in on me every nerve in my body screaming that we were being watched mark was the first to notice them over there he whispered pointing toward the tree line i followed his gaze and felt my stomach drop three figures stood just beyond the firelight their bodies unnaturally still
One of them tilted its head, and I swear I saw its grin widen. Hurry up, Mark hissed. I grabbed the fire extinguisher, my hands trembling as I aimed it at the flames. The hiss of the extinguisher cut through the silence, and the fire sputtered and died, leaving us in near total darkness. The creatures didn't move. They just stood there, watching. And then they screamed.
It wasn't a sound I'll ever forget, like a mix of static, animal cries, and pure rage. The noise was so loud it felt like it was drilling into my skull. Mark fired his revolver and I emptied my Glock into the nearest figure, but they didn't scatter like before. They came closer. Back to the house, I shouted, grabbing Mark by the arm.
We ran, the snow crunching beneath our boots, the sound of the creatures crashing through the underbrush behind us. I didn't dare look back. My only thought was getting inside, barricading the door, and holding them off.
we burst through the front door slamming it shut and shoving a bookshelf in front of it rusty barked wildly throwing himself against the barricade like he could hold it himself lily was crying her mother clutching her tightly We put out the fire, I said gasping for air, but it didn't stop them. Mark reloaded his revolver, his hands shaking. Then what the hell do we do now?
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Chapter 5: What do they discover in the snow?
The answer came sooner than I wanted. The thuds on the walls started again, louder this time. Windows rattled, and the roof creaked under the weight of something heavy. I gripped the rifle, sweat dripping down my face despite the cold.
and then just as suddenly as it started the noise stopped the silence was deafening oppressive rusty stopped barking his ears perked as he stared at the front door my heart pounded in the stillness every second feeling like an eternity Finally Lily spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. Do you think they're gone? Before I could answer, there was a single sharp knock at the door.
The knock echoed through the house like a death knell, freezing all of us in place. Rusty started growling again, low and guttural, the hair along his back standing on end. My fingers tightened around the rifle until my knuckles ached. I didn't move, didn't breathe, my mind racing with possibilities. Knock, knock. This time it was louder, harder, like it was mocking us.
My legs felt like lead, but I forced myself to step toward the door. Mark grabbed my arm, his face pale. Don't, he said through gritted teeth. You don't want to see what's out there. I have to, I whispered. My voice was barely steady, but I had to know. Whatever was out there wasn't going to stop. I peered through the peephole and my blood ran cold.
One of the creatures was standing on the porch, its head tilted at an impossible angle. Its face was barely recognizable as human, skin stretched thin, eyes sunken but glowing faintly yellow. Its grin was too wide, its teeth jagged and uneven. It raised one impossibly long arm and knocked again, this time dragging its claws down the door, the sound like nails on a chalkboard.
I stumbled back, shaking my head. "'We can't stay here,' I said, my voice barely audible. "'We have to go. Now!' "'What are you talking about?' Lily's mom cried, clutching her daughter. "'Where would we go? They're everywhere!'
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Chapter 6: How do they plan to escape the creatures?
i didn't have an answer all i knew was that staying meant dying we'll take the truck i said glancing at mark grab the keys i'll cover us mark nodded and for the first time i saw fear in his eyes he handed lily and her mom the revolver stay behind us do not stop no matter what We moved fast, barricades scraping across the floor as we shoved furniture aside.
Rusty barked wildly, pacing at the door as if he knew what was coming. I grabbed him by the collar, praying he wouldn't bolt the moment we stepped outside. I threw the door open and immediately fired a round into the air, hoping to scare them off.
the creature on the porch screeched and scrambled back into the shadows its limbs moving unnaturally fast we bolted for the truck mark and i firing at anything that moved rusty stayed close his teeth bared his body vibrating with tension the truck was only twenty feet away but it felt like a mile shadows darted between the trees and that godforsaken whistle started up again rising in pitch until it felt like my skull was splitting
get in i yelled yanking the driver's door open lily and her mom piled into the back seat rusty leaping in after them mark climbed into the passenger seat and i slammed the door shut fumbling with the keys my hands were shaking so badly it took three tries to get the engine to turn over
the headlights flicked on illuminating the creatures swarming the yard there were at least five of them now their faces twisted into unnatural grins their eyes glowing like embers one of them crouched low its limbs contorting as it prepared to pounce "'Hold on!' I shouted, slamming my foot on the gas. The tires spun on the icy driveway before catching, and the truck lurched forward.
The creature leapt, slamming into the side of the truck with a sickening thud. The whole vehicle rocked, and Lily screamed. I swerved, trying to shake it off, but it clawed at the window, its face pressed against the glass." Mark leaned out the passenger window, his revolver in hand, and fired point blank. The creature let out a horrible screech and fell away, disappearing under the wheels.
We barreled down the driveway, the truck fishtailing on the icy gravel. The woods closed in around us, the headlights barely cutting through the darkness. I could see them in the rearview mirror, their gangly bodies moving impossibly fast, keeping pace with the truck. "'Faster!' Mark yelled, but the road was too slick. One wrong move and we'd end up in a ditch, or worse.
As we neared the edge of the property, I saw it, the biggest of them all. It stood in the middle of the road, easily ten feet tall, its limbs stretched unnaturally long. Its face was almost human, but the mouth stretched wider than it should, the jaw unhinged like a snake's. It raised its arms, claws glinting in the headlights. "'Brace yourselves!' I shouted, gripping the wheel.
I didn't slow down. The truck hit the creature head-on with a sickening crunch, its body crumpling under the impact. The windshield cracked and the truck skidded, but I kept it steady, my heart hammering in my chest." When I looked back, the thing was already trying to get up, its body twisting grotesquely as it clawed at the ground. We didn't stop.
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Chapter 7: What is the aftermath of their terrifying night?
I didn't reply, too focused on navigating the pitch-black road. Greenville wasn't just dark, it was suffocating. The trees crowded close on either side of the car, their shadows swallowing the narrow road. Every now and then, I caught a glimpse of something strange, a rusted swing set half buried in weeds, a mailbox leaning at an impossible angle, and once, a dilapidated house with no windows.
I tried not to think about how long it had been since I'd seen another car. Finally, Matt perked up. There, that's gotta be it. He pointed to a driveway on the right, just visible between the trees. It was long and unlit, with no sign of life at the end. I hesitated. Are you sure? It doesn't look like there's a party here. Matt shrugged. It's Greenville, bro. Nobody leaves their porch lights on.
Let's just check it out. Worst case, we're at the wrong house. i wasn't convinced something about the driveway made my skin crawl but i couldn't put my finger on it the air felt heavy like the woods were pressing in on us still i turned in my tires crunching on gravel as we slowly crept forward The house at the end of the driveway was completely dark.
The curtains were drawn tight, and the porch looked like it hadn't seen a broom in years. No jack-o'-lanterns. No fairy lights. No faint thump of bass from the backyard. Just silence. And not the peaceful kind. The kind that makes you check over your shoulder even when you know there's nothing there.
this doesn't feel right i said my voice low maybe we should turn around matt rolled his eyes come on man we're already here i'll just knock on the door and see if it's the right place i don't think whats the worst that could happen He was already out of the car before I could stop him, his phone flashlight cutting a weak beam through the darkness.
I stayed in the car, gripping the wheel so hard my knuckles ached. My gut screamed at me to leave, but I didn't want to be that guy, the paranoid one who ruins the night because he's too chicken to check a stupid house. Still, my eyes stayed glued to the upstairs window, where I swore I saw a curtain twitch.
a shadow shifted behind the glass just for a moment matt i called my voice shaking maybe we should the crack of shattering glass cut me off for a split second i thought matt had broken something but then the sound of gunfire ripped through the night and my windshield exploded in a spray of shards
Get down, Matt screamed, diving for the ground as another shot rang out, this one slamming into the hood of the car. I ducked, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst. The night erupted into chaos, the echo of gunfire bouncing off the trees. And then I saw it. In the upstairs window, framed by the darkness, was the silhouette of a man.
The muzzle flash lit up his face, a wild, hollow-eyed expression, twisted with fear or rage or both. He wasn't yelling, but I could see his lips moving, screaming something I couldn't hear over the gunfire. Matt scrambled back toward the car, his phone flashlight swinging wildly. Derek, go, go! But I couldn't move. I was frozen, staring at the man in the window as he raised the rifle again.
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