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5 True Scary MIDDLE Of NOWHERE Stories | Deep Woods, Forest
Fri, 14 Feb 2025
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Chapter 1: What happens when you drive into a ghost town?
Anyway, the first couple hours were nothing special. The usual empty highways, a few semi-trucks, and my scratchy playlist keeping me awake. Occasionally, I glanced at the fuel gauge, telling myself I'd grab gas at the next decent stop. Of course, next decent stop kept getting pushed back because each exit seemed sketchier than the last.
One was a battered rest area with no visible pumps, another had a motel that looked like a horror movie set. I told myself, I'll keep going, there's bound to be a nicer station further up. After a while, the roads got lonelier, and the wide Wyoming plains started blending into Idaho's emptiness. Clouds crawled across the sky, and an unsettling hush settled over the horizon.
My phone signal came and went. When it was gone, I realized how cut off I actually was. Maybe that's what put me on edge. The next billboard I spotted had half its letters missing, but I made out something about a town called Clarkston, offering gas and home-style meals. The sign looked ancient, faded paint, corners peeling.
I veered onto a narrow state road that supposedly led there, noticing no other cars, not a single soul. The fields looked brittle, like they'd been scorched ages ago and never recovered. That sense of isolation started weighing on me. But the gas tank was nearing the red zone, so I pushed forward. Finally, I rolled into Clarkston. It barely resembled a town.
Chapter 2: What eerie sights are found in abandoned places?
I saw a couple of warped wooden signs, a diner with its front windows boarded up, and a run-down gas station at the edge of Main Street, if you could even call it Main Street. The station had a neon sign in the window, flickering weakly.
at first glance it was a relief at least it was something i parked by the single pump hopped out and listened nothing no distant trucks no muffled voices just the wind brushing against cracked asphalt When I yanked the nozzle free and squeezed the handle, I got absolutely zero flow. I tried again, jiggled a lever, peeked at the side of the pump to see if there was some ancient switch. Still nada.
There had to be someone inside who knew how to operate this dinosaur. So I walked up to the door. A metal bell clanked overhead when I went in. The air inside was stale, like nobody had propped open that door in years. Rows of dusty candy bars lined the shelves, brands I recognized, but with wrappers that looked off, like they'd come from a different decade.
A newspaper stack near the counter displayed a headline about some local fair. The date was 2002. I nearly laughed at how bizarre that was, but it only made me more uneasy. I stepped around the counter, calling out a casual, hello, even though I was already spooked by the emptiness. A door in the back stood half open, curious I pushed it a bit wider.
Chapter 3: How does isolation affect a traveler on the road?
A single bulb buzzed on the ceiling, flickering on and off, making the whole room strobe. A coffee mug sat on a desk, the contents dried to a thick residue. A coat draped over the chair, as though somebody would be right back to grab it.
i tried telling myself the owner was out running an errand but who leaves their coffee half finished and vanishes for seven years or however long it had actually been a faint off-putting smell lingered near one corner something like metal shavings and spoiled meat
i inched closer saw an old mop bucket filled with slimy water and backed away no thanks by that point the building felt oppressive my stomach twisted at the idea of continuing further like the rest of clarkston might hold sights worse than a crusty mop bucket i headed outside again scanning the row of buildings across the street they all looked similarly abandoned windows caked in dust doors boarded or hanging off hinges
A battered sign reading restaurant creaked overhead in the breeze, but the glass was so grimy I couldn't see inside. As much as I wanted to jump back in my car and pray I had enough gas to reach the next town, I hesitated, thinking maybe there was a single living soul around who could help. That's what got me, hope mixed with dread.
So I made the impulsive decision to walk across the cracked pavement and investigate. If I found someone... maybe they could point me to a working pump if not well i tried not to think about the alternative with each step toward those silent buildings the pit in my stomach deepened and i grew more certain that clarkston held secrets i might regret uncovering
Still, I kept going, telling myself I'd only peek around for a minute before getting out of there. My gut urged me to turn back, but I pushed that aside. One minute wouldn't hurt, right? That's what I thought. I hesitated in the middle of that cracked street, as if stepping forward might trigger something awful I couldn't undo. Every building looked so lifeless.
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Chapter 4: What unsettling experiences occur in a deserted diner?
Paint curled off the walls, and old broken signs hung overhead, swaying in a small gust. There wasn't a single working light that I could see, apart from the weak flicker by the gas station. Yet I kept thinking maybe I'd spot movement in one of the windows. Somebody who could explain why this place felt like a ghost had swallowed it whole.
When I reached the first storefront, I knocked on the doorframe. No echo, no answer, just a dull thud. Peering through the grimy window, I made out a few tables buried under thick layers of dust, as if time itself had quit on the place. A flyer on the wall inside advertised a summer festival. The image of a ferris wheel loomed in faded colors, making me wonder how long ago someone tacked it up.
I moved on before my mind could wander further. The next set of buildings seemed to be houses. Small, single-story homes clustered close, yards choked with weeds. One door stood slightly open, the hinges rusted and screechy. Curiosity tugged at me again. I told myself I might find a radio or something inside that still worked. Maybe even a set of keys or a functional phone.
Plus, the creeping awareness that nobody was around made me braver than I probably should have been. The moment I stepped into that house, the stale air hit my lungs. It smelled like old books and something sour. The living room looked frozen in an ordinary afternoon from who knew when. A couch draped with a blanket.
a half-finished puzzle on the coffee table and a tv remote perched on the armrest a layer of grit covered every surface though as though the world outside had blown in and never left i inched farther in passing family photos on a wall smiling faces cheerful vacations My gaze settled on a photo where a small kid held a balloon, grinning from ear to ear.
It made me wonder if that child grew up elsewhere or simply vanished with the rest of the town. The eerie silence gave me no answers. Toward the back was a narrow hallway. At the end, a door stood ajar. I nudged it with my foot, heart pounding in my ears.
inside a bedroom's curtains were half drawn letting in just enough light to see the chaos clothes spilled out of a dresser pictures scattered across the floor i crouched to pick one up a snapshot of a teen hugging a dog the dog's fur was a blur like it was mid wiggle when the camera clicked
something about that caught me off guard and i nearly dropped the photo everything looked so alive in these snapshots yet there i was in an empty house in a dead town down the hallway a smaller room's door was painted with stars and planets chipped and faded
i pushed it open a child's bed stuffed animals tossed around a teddy bear stared at me with one missing eye its fur seemed stiff matted with who knows what a coloring book lay face down crayons left scattered it felt intrusive to be standing there as if i'd barged in on a family's private moment Only the family was long gone.
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Chapter 5: What strange encounters happen in a childhood neighborhood?
He opened the door with a snort that told me he already suspected my mother's reason for sending me. I handed off the laundry bag, and he offered to let me stay for a bit. But of course, that's when the phone rang. My mother, irritated and yelling that I needed to head right back. My uncle tried to argue, but she wasn't having it. I shrugged and said I'd handle it.
Honestly, I just wanted to get out of that conversation. the walk back felt darker clouds had rolled in blotting out any hint of moon or stars the street lights along my route were spaced too far apart leaving long stretches of near blackness in between that's when i heard the tapping again closer more deliberate
my pulse hammered so hard i worried i might tip over trying to keep calm i picked up my pace i told myself it was nothing maybe a loose gutter dripping somewhere then i spotted movement up ahead a tall gaunt figure stood partially behind a battered chain-link fence motionless except for the tilt of its head
my mind churned trying to peg it as a person or maybe a dog on hind legs but it was too tall too narrow in the torso and had a glossy almost sickly sheen to its skin under the weak light my fingers automatically curled around the hidden knife in my pocket
when the figure slunk forward i realized its limbs bent in an unsettling way almost like it was used to walking on all fours but could stand upright if it wanted a wave of dread shot through me i tore my eyes away long enough to sidestep onto a side street ditching the main road entirely the thing rustled against the fence as it shifted making that tapping noise again nails on metal maybe.
Without warning, the shape vaulted over the fence, landing a few yards away from me. That was all it took. I started running, lugging the laundry bag, my legs protesting with every ragged step. The bag kept swinging, nearly tripping me. The tapping turned into scraping, like claws skidding over pavement.
I dared a quick glance behind me and glimpsed something bounding along the asphalt, arms and legs working in sync, eyes reflecting a strange red glimmer.
i veered off into a yard ignoring the no trespassing signs the yard was a mess of weeds and stray junk my foot slammed into a half-buried cinder block and i tumbled hard knees and hands scraping raw with shaking limbs i tried to scramble to my feet but a cold presence was already looming over me The stench rolling off it was overwhelming, like a mix of stagnant water and decaying leaves.
I lifted my gaze. It was on all fours now, saliva trailing from a mouth full of jagged teeth. Without thinking, I yanked out the steak knife and swiped upward. The blade connected with something solid, and the creature emitted a noise that was part hiss, part roar. I managed to twist away as it smacked my wrist, nearly causing me to lose my grip on the knife.
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Chapter 6: How do past fears resurface in a new home?
I blinked a few times, chest tight, trying to wrap my head around it. The shape, the scars, the eyes. I couldn't shake the idea that I'd seen all of this before. My first impulse was to call the police. The dispatcher sounded half asleep when I told her a large animal had knocked over my garbage. She promised a patrol car would circle the neighborhood, but I could already guess what that meant.
The next day, I set out on a mission to secure the yard. i replaced the flimsy gate-lock shoved bricks around the base of the fence and even rigged up some old wind chimes near the back corner so i'd hear if anything approached my grandmother watched me from the porch an uneasy expression on her face i tried to smile and make it seem like a minor nuisance but she's known me too long to buy it
She asked, is this about that thing you saw years ago? I sidestepped the question, just saying I felt uneasy. She stayed quiet, but I could tell she wanted me to open up. I got more and more paranoid. Each evening I'd check the window locks, test the doorknobs, and flick the backyard light on and off a dozen times.
I'd peer through the curtains at random intervals, searching for a silhouette that wasn't supposed to be there. The dread was worse than a mosquito bite you can't scratch. It stayed under my skin, making me jumpy and exhausted. A few nights later, while I was up reading in the living room, I caught movement outside through the corner of my eye. The old street lamp near the curb flickered.
For a split second, something seemed to linger beneath it, shoulders hunched, almost like it was waiting. I shot off the couch and scrambled to the window, but by the time I yanked the curtain aside, there was nothing but a dark stretch of pavement. Eventually, I found myself on the back porch at two in the morning, armed with a flashlight and a kitchen knife.
My grandmother was asleep, and I wasn't about to tell her I planned on standing guard until sunrise. i settled into a rickety wooden chair with the porch light off so i could see into the yard better heart pounding in my ears scanning every shape for that familiar silhouette hours dragged by at some point i nearly dozed off only to be startled awake by the clang of the wind chimes
My hand went straight to the knife. I crept down the steps, searching the perimeter of the fence with the flashlight's beam. Was the wind chime rattling because of a breeze, or had something triggered it? The silent yard offered no clues, just a faint smell of damp grass. The tension in my chest refused to settle.
It seemed logical to go inside, lock up and attempt to sleep, but I stayed out there, convinced that whatever lurked in the shadows was biding its time. Sunlight eventually stained the horizon and birds started chirping in the distance. My eyes stung from sleeplessness, but I'd made it through the night unscathed. Still, there was no comfort in that. If anything...
It felt like the calm before a bigger storm. I was certain that the same creature, scarred and monstrous, the one that nearly took me out all those years ago, had found me again. And the worst part? It didn't seem in any hurry to leave. I'd been cooped up for days, juggling late shifts and barely finding time to breathe, let alone unwind. That night, I finally snapped.
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Chapter 7: What lurking dangers are found in the woods at night?
Even the jokesters of the group had run out of wisecracks. Every so often, someone would crack a branch underfoot, and all of us would jump. It was ridiculous, but we were on edge. I knew they were all thinking about how I'd described that thing in the woods. We marched past my usual stopping point, somewhere close to a mile and a half in, without any sign of trouble.
That brought me zero comfort, though. A hush seemed to follow us, like the forest had decided to keep its secrets locked away. The canopy overhead blocked most of the moonlight, making the beams from our flashlights look puny. The further we went, the more claustrophobic it felt. Eventually, a distant rustling reached our ears. It sounded like someone trudging through deep leaves.
And it wasn't stationary. It was circling, far off the trail. One friend switched off his light, motioning the rest of us to do the same. Darkness swallowed us.
the footsteps edged closer unsteady for a moment then suddenly sped up like a gallop each stride pounded the ground our hearts hammered so loudly i expected them to give us away we snapped the lights on scanning frantically shadows jumped across the tree trunks but we couldn't see anything moving my friend started yelling Who's out there? Show yourself!
That's when the sound stopped, just froze, as if it had never existed. In that silence, we all stood there, listening hard enough to hear our own breathing. Then came the shriek, a single piercing cry that seemed half human and half animal. It jolted us so badly that someone pulled the trigger. Light flashed, the gunshot echoed, and my ears felt stuffed with static.
in that burst of brightness i saw something pale and long-limbed dart across my vision hugging a tree as if it had suction cups for hands no normal person could move like that a second shot rang out another flash more ringing in my ears we stood there waiting for a body to drop but nothing hit the ground no cry of pain or rustle of leaves suggested we'd landed a single shot instead
That cackling laughter answered us from a darker spot in the forest. It felt like it was mocking our attempts to catch it off guard. Everything in me screamed to leave. I glanced around at my friends and they all had the same wild look. We couldn't keep shooting blindly, it was too risky and clearly not working. One friend was convinced he'd blasted it.
but there was no sign of blood or any body on the ground, just a newly shredded patch of bark on the nearest tree. That cackle came again, but this time it was further out, like the thing was leading us even deeper. We had two choices, follow the noise or backtrack. Nobody said a word. We just started retreating in jerky steps, half expecting it to launch itself at us.
Flashlights swung in every direction, revealing nothing but more darkness and twisted branches. The entire time I imagined that shape slithering behind the trunks, waiting. Eventually, the sight of a lone streetlamp beyond the trail entrance filled us with relief. Once we'd reached the road, we realized how fast we'd been going. Sweat clung to our clothes, and we were all gasping for breath.
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Chapter 8: What happens when a group investigates a haunted trail?
It lunged, swiping at his back. I heard the rip of cloth, saw the flash of blood as his shirt tore like paper. Eli stumbled forward, the lantern flying from his hand and shattering against a rock, plunging us into near darkness. I didn't have time to think. I fired my second shot into the thing's gut. The blast echoed, and the beast let out a roar. A sound that didn't belong in this world.
A mix of a wolf's howl and something deeper, something wrong. But it didn't die. It stumbled, its glowing eyes dimming for just a second, but it kept coming. I could see the blood pouring from its wounds, black and thick like tar, but it wasn't enough. I was out of shells. With no time to reload, I did the only thing I could.
I dropped the shotgun and grabbed the nearest fence post, yanking it from the ground with a strength I didn't know I had. The old wood splintered in my hands, but I didn't care. I charged. The beast had its attention on Eli, who was crawling backward in the dirt, his eyes wide with terror. It didn't see me coming.
i swung the post with everything i had the weight of fear and rage driving me forward the first hit connected with a crack splintering against the creature's skull it let out a whimper a high keening sound that sent chills down my spine it sounded almost human
but it wasn't dead i swung again this time bringing the post down across its spine i felt the bones snap beneath the blow heard the wet choking gasp as the beast collapsed to the ground twitching for a moment the only sound was my own ragged breathing
then the creature let out one last pitiful sound a soft rattling whine like a dying dog and then it was still i dropped the fence post my hands shaking the lantern was out but the moonlight was enough to see the thing's body sprawled in the dirt its head was that of a wolf but too large too elongated its limbs were thick and powerful ending in claws that glistened with blood
The fur was black as midnight, but in some places, it looked almost mangled, like patches of human skin stretched too tight. And its eyes, even in death, they glowed faintly, as if something inside refused to let go. Eli was on his knees, staring at the thing like it might get up again. I couldn't blame him. I half expected it to. "'What the hell is that, James?'
he whispered, his voice barely audible. "'I didn't have an answer. I didn't think there was one. But one thing was certain. This was no bear, no panther, no animal we were meant to find in these woods. And whatever it was, I had a sinking feeling this wasn't the end of it. For a long time, neither of us moved. The thing lay there in the dirt, its twisted body steaming in the cold night air.'
The woods, which had been silent before, now felt dead. Not just quiet, hollow. Like the trees themselves were holding back something worse, something watching from just beyond the lantern's reach. Eli was still kneeling, his breath ragged, his shirt hanging in tatters from his back where the beast's claws had torn through. His blood left dark streaks down his spine, but he didn't seem to notice.
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