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Chapter 1: What is the premise of the forest horror stories?
College projects are supposed to be straightforward, right? You choose a topic, do the research, put it all together, and maybe learn something along the way. When my friend Tyler and I signed up for a class, we thought it would be fun, a break from the usual grind. The assignment was simple.
Chapter 2: What experiences did Tyler and the narrator have in the cursed forest?
create a short documentary but being the overachievers we were we decided to tackle something bigger something that would set our project apart from the rest and most importantly something that was interesting to us and that's how we ended up in the middle of this supposedly cursed forest not far from where we live
Our goal was to debunk the local legends that had kept people out of those trees for decades. The forest was beautiful in its own way, with tall, lush trees and a special kind of quiet that was almost therapeutic. But that silence had a weight to it, like the forest was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. The stories about the forest go back generations.
I've heard Native American tribes used to live there, and the forest was supposedly sacred ground. You know, the typical setup for every cursed story in the United States. But then came the stories of ghosts, demons, and dark rituals.
In my opinion, it was just old folklore and myths that people said happened deep in those woods, and those myths got blown out of proportion and spread through the generations. Most people avoid the place, and those who didn't usually came back talking about negative energy and all that garbage.
In case you can't tell yet, I'm not a believer in the paranormal or in energies or anything like that, and neither was Tyler.
we didn't buy that the woods were cursed we thought it was all just superstitions and campfire stories that's why we thought this was the perfect subject for a documentary a chance to peel back the layers of folklore and show the world or at least our class that these woods were just another patch of trees
We spent the first few hours filming the scenery, capturing shots of the sunlight filtering through the trees, the dense foliage, and even some of the caves we found scattered throughout the area. It really was, objectively, a beautiful forest. There was one cave in particular that caught our attention.
It wasn't deep, but the way the light played off the rocks made it perfect for the eerie vibe we were going for in our film. As we set up the camera inside, it felt like something had changed. The sun started to shift behind the clouds, and it almost felt like the sounds of nature started to quiet down. Right at that moment, Tyler stopped, freezing mid-shot.
He whispered something in a very scared voice, asking if I had heard that. I hadn't heard anything, but the look on his face was enough to make me feel uncomfortable. We stood there in the dim light of the cave straining our ears. Then I heard it too, a sort of sound coming from outside. We had been hearing the wind blow all day, but this was definitely no wind.
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Chapter 3: What terrifying encounter did they face while filming?
It was clearly the sound of someone, or something, approaching the cave. These footsteps would close in slowly, and then just fade into the distance, as if they were running away when they got close to the cave. We exchanged nervous glances at each other. We had spent the whole day laughing off the stories, but at that moment, I'm not afraid to admit I felt a twinge of fear.
My mind raced with different scenarios. Maybe it was just another hiker, or some animal passing by. But the longer we stood there, the more I started to doubt those rational explanations.
trying to keep a steady voice i told him we should wrap things up since we had enough footage he didn't argue we quickly packed up the camera and gear both trying to play it off like we were cool but it was obvious we were both moving pretty frantically As we stepped out of the cave, the forest seemed darker than it should have been since the sun had started dipping in and out behind the clouds.
The feeling of dread was overwhelming, and with every step we took back toward the car, that sense of dread grew. We hadn't gone far when the sound came again, this time louder and much closer. We stopped and tried to assess the sounds. We were listening as the rustling morphed into the unmistakable sound of footsteps.
we turned and that's when i saw them two dark figures moving swiftly through the trees their shapes blurred by the shadows we both started to run i turned back several times but it was impossible to tell what was chasing us I was refusing to believe it was some dark entity, but I truly couldn't tell in that moment.
My heart was racing as Tyler and I awkwardly ran through the forest, trying not to run into trees or trip on roots. It seemed like these people were gliding through the trees. The faster we ran, the louder the footsteps grew, until it felt like they were right on top of us. I risked a final glance over my shoulder and got my clearest view of them.
Not only were they still chasing us, but they were closing in fast. They were clearly human-shaped, but something was just off about them. Something in the way they moved. I couldn't make out any details other than that they were shaped like people, dressed all in black and moving so effortlessly through the trees.
Tyler could see I was slowing down as I looked back, and he shouted for me to hurry up. We made our final push to the car and practically dove in, slamming the doors shut behind us. Tyler fumbled for his keys, his hand shaking.
When he finally turned the ignition, the engine roared to life, and relief flooded through me, until I looked down and saw the dashboard light up with a warning, tire pressure low. Tyler looked confused, but didn't think too much about it. He threw the car into gear, but the moment we tried to move, the vehicle lurched awkwardly. Our tires were flat, all of them.
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Chapter 4: What happened when they tried to escape the forest?
These weren't ghostly apparitions, but actual humans dressed in solid black from head to toe, their faces hidden behind featureless masks. These masks looked similar to ski masks or something, just complete black. The car was locked, but that did little to calm the rising panic inside me as they drew closer.
Tyler frantically tried to dial for help, but the signal was weak, and the call kept failing to connect. Finally, Tyler got through to someone. He screamed for help, giving our location, but then the call dropped again. I could see the figures more clearly than ever now.
One of them had a slender build and smaller hands with glittering nail polish, a detail that should have been insignificant but somehow made the situation even stranger. I almost wished it was some dark entity instead of a person. One of them started banging on the window, while the other two began kicking the doors and banging on the hood.
Their fists slammed against the doors, rattling the car with every hit. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to think of some plan, but the situation was paralyzing. The smaller one, with the nail polish, started pounding harder on the window, the glass beginning to crack under the force. I could hear them laughing, which only made the situation more horrifying.
The glass felt like it was going to give. I knew it. And there was nothing we could do. But then, through all the chaos, we saw lights appear, sirens in the rearview mirror. For once in my life, I was glad to see them. The masked figures froze, their laughter stopping as they turned to look. As the vehicle approached, I could make out that it was a park ranger.
Without a word, the people bolted back into the woods, disappearing as quickly as they had appeared. The ranger pulled up beside us, his face a mixture of concern and confusion. He got out of his car and asked if we were okay. We nodded, still too rattled to speak. The ranger led us to his vehicle. his radio crackling as he called for backup, and we left the car behind.
The relief of being away from those woods was almost indescribable. Back at the station, a bunch of cops showed up, and we gave our statements, detailing everything that had happened. While we were still there, the police caught one of the people. It turned out to be a large guy with a goatee and tattoos of roses on each side of his temples, the stems curling down his cheeks and neck.
Perhaps the worst part of the story is when the officers asked him during questioning why he did what he did. Apparently, he just smiled and said, Because I could, and I wanted to. His voice contained no remorse or empathy, and he seemed almost happy about it. From what they said, we never found out who the other two weirdos were.
We never learned if they were part of some gang or just a bunch of psychos. And honestly, I'm not sure I want to. The thought of them still out there, lurking in those woods, waiting for their next victims, is enough to keep me awake at night. After all of this, Tyler and I proved that the woods aren't haunted. But that doesn't mean monsters don't inhabit them. It was early Sunday morning.
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Chapter 5: Who were the masked figures and what did they want?
I got out of the car and hugged Molly. My parents always got angry when I hugged her because I would smell like her for the rest of the day. I put a leash on her and asked my dad if I could take her for a walk. He always thought we'd just go down the road and back, but I always found it more interesting to take her into the forest.
I felt a kind of peace and relaxation there that was unmatched by anything else. So, we took a turn and headed into the forest. When we got there, I took her leash off so she could explore on her own. Most of the time, I would carve my name into the trees or look for anything interesting.
On this particular day, I was playing baseball with some rocks and a wooden leg, most likely from an old table. Then, I heard it. Molly was barking at something. This wasn't normal when we were in the forest. I thought it might be a fox or some other animal, so I quickly grabbed the wooden leg as a weapon. I knew that if it was a fox, I'd need to defend myself.
But holding the leg gave me a sense of security. I called out, Molly, Molly, but she kept barking. This was strange because she always came to me when I called. I followed the sound of her barking and stumbled upon a scene I'll never forget. There was a man, most likely in his late 50s, half-naked, carrying a large machete in one hand and holding moonshine in the other.
This was the first time I'd ever come across someone in the woods, especially someone half-naked and wielding a massive machete. He was completely ignoring Molly and was hacking away at the ground for some reason.
i had no idea how to handle the situation even now i don't know how i would sir are you okay i asked confused i didn't grasp the seriousness of the situation at the time he turned around and i'll never forget his face his eyes were an intense blue eyes i'd never seen before To this day I remember how wide open they were. "'Come here, boy, look what I dug up,' he said.
I was afraid that if I didn't listen to him, he might chase after me, and that was something I wanted to avoid at all costs. I got closer but kept a good distance. I didn't see anything except for an empty hole." He returned to hacking at the ground with his machete, occasionally taking sips from the bottle.
I used this opportunity to get Molly and started walking away slowly, trying not to alert him that I was leaving. Then I took one final glance at the man. This time, his head was deep in the hole. I was intrigued, so I kept looking. I know, how stupid of me. When he finally stood up, I was shocked to see that he had a bone in his mouth.
I have no idea what kind of bone it was, or if it even belonged to an animal. That's when I had seen enough. I started running with my dog. As we ran, I heard him laughing, and then I saw something flying out of the corner of my eye. It was that damn machete. I heard him yell, God damn it! This made me run even faster. I knew the forest well, so I wasn't afraid of getting lost.
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Chapter 6: What chilling incident occurred with the man carrying a machete?
Simple things like twigs snapping, leaves rustling, or the sound of sudden shifting in the distance. But whenever I turned around, there was nothing there. I told myself it was just the usual sounds of the forest, but no matter what I told myself, I couldn't shake the feeling. By the time we set up camp the sun was finally setting, and our little corner of the forest was getting dark fast.
We built a small fire, roasted marshmallows, and cracked open a few of the beers we almost didn't get. Jen and Ashley were having a blast, and on the surface, I appeared to be having fun too, but I couldn't ignore the creepy darkness closing in around us. While we were sitting around the campfire, it was Jen who first mentioned the sounds out loud. "'Do you guys hear that?'
she asked in a low, almost whispering voice." It sounds like, I don't know, like someone walking around out there. Ashley quickly responded, come on, it's probably just animals. But even she didn't sound entirely convinced. We all sat there, listening intently. But after a while, the noises stopped, and we tried to shake off the uncomfortable vibe around the fire.
Eventually, we crawled into the tent, snuggled into our sleeping bags, and tried to get some sleep. But sleep didn't come easily. the sounds outside started up again faint but unmistakable to me it sounded like bipedal footsteps my heart was pounding and i could tell jen and ashley were awake and hearing it too by the way they shifted in their bags
After what felt like hours of lying there, eyes wide open in the dark, I couldn't take it anymore. The fire had died down before we got into the tent, and I wanted to make sure it was completely out. I whispered to the girls that I was stepping outside for a minute, and they silently agreed. I unzipped the tent and stepped out into the cool night.
The woods were pitch black except for the faint glow of the embers from our fire. I grabbed a bottle of water and was about to pour it over the coals when I heard the rustling again. This time it sounded like footsteps, directly behind me. I froze, unable to catch my breath. Slowly, I turned, and there, standing just a few feet away, was what I could only describe as the guy from the gas station.
His face was barely visible in the dim light, but I recognized him instantly. I recognized the purple flannel from earlier. I wanted to scream, to run, but I was rooted to the spot, so scared I forgot how to breathe. He just stood there, staring at me, not moving a muscle. Somehow, that made the situation even worse. It felt like an eternity, but finally, I found my voice.
Get away from me, I screamed. The sound seemed to snap him out of whatever trance he was in. He took a step back, then another, and before I knew it, he was sprinting off into the woods. I didn't wait to see where he went. I ran back to the tent, shaking Jen and Ashley awake. We need to go now! I could feel my voice shaking.
I told them the guy from earlier was outside, and that was enough to get them panicking. We packed up in record time, not even bothering to fold the tent properly. We just stuffed everything into our bags and took off down the trail. The trail back was nerve-wracking. It was so dark and our flashlights barely illuminated the path.
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Chapter 7: What happened during the camping trip with Jen and Ashley?
I got really creeped out and finally told him about what I've been seeing in the bathroom. He thought it was creepy too, but he didn't want to talk about it anymore because he believes discussing it will give whatever it is power or energy. I have no idea what it wants or why we've both seen it. If you have any idea, please let me know.
Also, as you're getting ready for bed tonight, when you walk out of the bathroom, take a quick peek behind you at the mirror. See if your reflection is still looking at you as you walk away. Back in 2014, my wife and I, along with our friends John and Mike, had been planning a hiking trip for many weeks.
We all worked together, and it was rare for us to get a long weekend off at the same time, given that we had such drastically different jobs. So when the opportunity finally came, we jumped at it. The plan was to head out early Saturday morning and spend the entire day exploring the wilderness.
We had mapped out a trail that promised stunning views, and we were all eager to disconnect from the world for a while. The drive to the trailhead was peaceful. The sun was just starting to rise, casting everything in this amazing orange glow. We were laughing, swapping stories, and enjoying the early start. But as soon as we arrived at the trailhead, our excitement took a hit.
The sky darkened almost instantly, and within minutes, it started to downpour. It was raining so hard that we couldn't see anything in front of us. We hoped it was just a passing shower and decided to wait it out in the car. We'd already made the drive there and we weren't about to turn around and head home just yet. The rain pounded against the roof and the windows fogged up with our breath.
It wasn't the start we had imagined, but we were determined to make the best of it. After about 20 minutes, the rain let up, leaving behind a misty, overcast day. We debated whether we should continue the hike, but the trail was calling us, and we didn't want to waste any time.
so we grabbed our gear and headed out we didn't get very far before the rain started again this time even harder it was like someone had turned on a faucet and we were drenched within seconds we ran back to the car laughing and cursing at the same time trying to shield ourselves from the downpour But as we reached the car, we saw something that made us all stop in our tracks.
Standing next to the SUV was a young woman. She was soaked to the bone, her clothes clinging to her thin frame like rags. She looked like she had been through hell. Her hair was matted, and her face was covered in what looked like dirt. At first, I thought maybe I was seeing things because of the rain, but no. She was definitely real, and standing directly next to my car.
Even more unsettling, she appeared to be looking into the windows. Without thinking, I shouted something like, Hey, get away from my car! It was more out of fear than anything else. It was instinctive, and I just felt this rush of adrenaline, telling me something wasn't quite right. But she didn't move. She just stood there, staring at us with hollow eyes.
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Chapter 8: How did a mysterious woman impact their hiking adventure?
John was cursing under his breath, and I was just trying to keep it together for everyone. The woman grabbed the money, opened the car door, and sprinted into the rain without looking back. We sat there in silence, with the back door still open. After a few moments, I started the car again and my wife closed the door. We drove the rest of the way to the gas station.
We reported the incident but by then, the woman was long gone. The police took our statements but it was clear they didn't expect to find her. To this day, I have no idea who that woman was or where she came from. I thought maybe she was a meth addict or something. For a while after that, I looked up crimes in the area, but I never found anything that remotely fit that description.
All I know is that we were lucky to get out of that situation alive. This was one of the worst experiences of my life, and even though I was happy to get out physically unharmed, I still think about it. It makes me sick knowing that somewhere out there, that wild woman is most likely terrorizing someone else. This story took place approximately eight years ago.
I'm going to change the names for anonymity, and this is also a burner account, so it will be the only post I make under this account. You see, I was with my girlfriend, let's call her Sarah, for four years at the time of the story. We both loved the outdoors, hiking, fishing, picnics, you name it. We loved taking drives to random parks and just exploring.
One Saturday morning, we decided to go for a hike. It was a decent drive for us, so I brought our camping gear just in case we decided to camp or sleep in the car instead of driving home. Depending on the weather, we might just suck it up and drive home, since neither of us wanted to sleep in the rain, even in the car.
The hike started out peaceful and enjoyable, with the melody of running water, birds, bugs, and other woodland animals. That's what drew us outdoors in the first place, the escape from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. It was a place where we could clear our heads and find peace of mind.
We usually spent most of our time talking about the future, our wedding, the kind of neighborhood we wanted to live in, the house, and all the other things that come with the next chapter of life. We would discuss our dream scenarios, like where we wanted to establish a hometown and where we might escape the winters.
Not having kids, we thought, would hopefully free us up financially to make those dreams a reality someday. It's hard to explain, but I felt like we had our best conversations while hiking. As we went deeper into the woods, I got a strange feeling of paranoia. It felt like the peaceful sounds around us had changed somehow.
The animals had a different tone or vibration, and the sound of the water we passed long ago now resembled whispers. I felt like we were being followed, and as if someone was trying to get my attention. I quickly shook it off and continued the conversation we were having at the time. I started feeling tired and asked if we could take a break.
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