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Chapter 1: What are Skinwalkers and their significance?
Hello. I refuse to release my name as I'd rather be left alone to grieve my loss. So I'll refer to myself as K. I'm sorry if this is a mess. I'm still dealing with the loss and grief and suffering from my diagnosis of depression and PTSD caused by what happened last year. To start off, I'm from a big city in the UK.
I grew up fighting and testing my parents' limits, as any young boy should, in fact, not do. Due to how I grew up, I believed that I had become resilient enough to never, ever back down from anyone or anything. Even when I was beaten to a pulp, I wouldn't stop trying to stand, as in my young, stupid head, the fight wasn't over until I won or passed out.
As time passed, I soon realized that school and education were not on my to-do list, and due to that, my parents were always disappointed. But I never truly cared about their opinions. Within a couple of weeks I would be kicked out or banned from attending lessons, so I'd just go to the gym and train.
When I left school, I was angry and focused on doing anything that enabled me to fight, from boxing to fighting people in the streets over football matches. despite having a low interest in the sport. Eventually, this wasn't enough, and I realized I had to find something that would give me satisfaction and supply me with a paycheck. That's when I decided to join the British Army.
I began my training at Cataract in 2018 as an infantryman. Despite everything, my parents loved the idea and were proud of me. During training, I got into a lot of trouble for fighting and getting into drama, but somehow managed to pass out as a fully qualified soldier. I spent a couple of years doing the same things I had done in training. Ranges, training exercises, and PT, physical training.
I hated it, and it fueled my aggression. It got to the point that I was on a commanding officer's final warning order and was facing paperwork that would make me a civilian again. But all that stopped when I met Jessica. I was in a club when I met Jessica at the bar, waiting to order. She was five, seven, with blonde hair and a ridiculously beautiful face.
She was every young boy's dream girl, and I wanted her. Within seconds, we were talking, and she laughed at my awful jokes. We just clicked. She was from America, and just visiting the UK with her friends. Fast forwarding to December 2022. Jess and I were in a relationship. It was perfect. She calmed me down to the point where I was rarely angry and was doing well at work.
The only downside was the distance. With her living in America, I never saw her much. However, in January last year, I got permission from my company sergeant major to take leave for two weeks to visit her and her family at their home in America. After a long flight and an Uber, I finally had her in my arms.
She introduced me to her father, a tough-looking man who himself had served years before in the military. He had the typical jarhead look you stereotype from the movies. i was a little nervous but he set my nerves at ease when he shook my hand and expressed his love for me and his daughter's relationship saying that he saw me as part of his family
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Chapter 2: What happens during the hunting trip?
And if something goes wrong, and I don't return within a reasonable time, then you'll have to call for help. I don't know who to call or what to say. I'm not even familiar with the area. You are, so you're going to be better suited to guiding a rescue. She quickly nodded before hugging me and quietly saying, please get him, before turning around and jogging away.
I turned my back to hers and began walking towards her dad's last known location. My heart was beating rapidly and I felt a wave of anxiety and fear hit me when, from behind I heard, and be careful please. I turned my head in the direction of her voice but saw only tree branches and shrubs. I turned back and began to jog towards the point we had parted ways with her father.
within a few seconds i stood exactly where i was before i looked down at the rifle i had slung i knew from my training that the calibre would easily put anything i deemed dangerous out of commission everything i learned back home in battalion and basic training told me that With a cocktail of confidence, fear, and anxiety, I began to walk towards the shrubs where Jess's dad had walked through.
Visibility was terrible. I spent more time staring down while pushing tree branches away from my face than I did looking straight ahead until I came to a small clearing. Nothing large, just enough for a family pool in a backyard. I examined my surroundings. Trees stood around the clearing like sentries. Thick shrubs filled the gaps, making a wall of green and brown that no light penetrated.
That's when I soon realized that Jess's dad could have gone in any direction past this point. Worry began creeping up on me.
i stepped out into the clearing looking for any trace of him i stumbled across small patches of flattened grass they were in a pattern and i realized they were recent footsteps i traced them to the center of the clearing when i stopped there in front of me were two footsteps by themselves and to the right more however they were more spaced out and in no particular pattern other than the direction
Something shiny caught my eye below me. I knelt down and picked up a piece of ejected brass. I looked at it and began thinking about what had happened. I came to the conclusion that Jess's dad had walked into the clearing and fired the three rounds we heard before running away to my right, back into the darkness of the woods.
I wondered what could have made him run and if it was the same thing he fired at. Or perhaps he tried to run back to us but lost his sense of direction and went the wrong way. Kay? A masculine scream came from my right. I turned and stood, recognizing the voice of my girlfriend's father. Kay, run! Get out now! came from the treeline.
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Chapter 3: What terrifying encounter does K have in the woods?
It sounded loud and desperate, followed by a horrifying scream of pain. I raised my rifle, pulled the bolt slightly back. A round was chambered. I clicked the safety off, double-checked that the bolt was fully forward, and ran towards the treeline.
just before i reached it the scream stopped and so did i i listened carefully not a single sound until i heard my name from behind me i turned and saw nothing again my name was called by a voice that i didn't recognize yet this time i couldn't tell what direction it came from
i shouted for jess's father and got nothing in return i turned back to where i originally heard him and pushed past the branches and shrubs as i passed the first tree i saw blood splattered on the ground in front of me my gaze followed the trail which led to a blood-soaked rifle with a hand and arm still gripping it In that moment, I was stricken with shock.
My eyes were locked on the rifle, my heart beat rapidly, and my breath was panicked and uncontrolled as if I had run miles. I couldn't move. Ka, ka, kei, ha, help, me, pulled me out of my trance. My eyes darted in all directions, and I frantically turned around in circles, scanning my surroundings. K, help, came from a tree just past the rifle. The voice was not one I knew.
It was hollow and demonic, as if someone was pretending to be a talking zombie. My mind jumped to the thought of Jess's dad being injured. I ran forward to the tree and found nothing. K, came from behind me towards the clearing. I began panicking and started shouting for him.
k keep her key her safe keep her safe screamed through the woods before a horrid inhuman scream came from all around me i ran back towards the clearing pushing past branches and focusing on not losing my footing my hands gripped my rifle tightly as i used it for momentum to push past any limit my body had just in front of me was the tree line leading to the opening
just before reaching it that same scream came from right behind me before something crashed into me from behind sending me flying through the tree-line on to my face i slowly and wearily pushed myself off the ground and turned over looking at where i had come from
what i saw was something that can't be explained by any scientific or rational means a mouth that housed rows of knife-like teeth below a jaw covered in grey skin littered with scars with what looked like both dried and fresh drops of blood running down from the teeth I instinctively grabbed the rifle, which was resting on my stomach due to the sling keeping it attached to me.
Without hesitation, the rifle was raised and aimed, center of mass. Though I could only see this mouth, I knew roughly where its body would be. Part of me wanted to shoot at where I suspected the rest of the face would be. However, I knew my training wasn't useless, more surface area on the body rather than the head.
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Chapter 4: How does K try to save Jessica?
I believe the adrenaline induced a blackout because before I came to my senses, I was sprinting towards the scream. No matter how fast I ran, the scream was becoming quieter and quieter. as if it was outrunning me. I eventually stopped to catch my breath. Blood trickled from my head. I realized I must have cut it on a branch. The blood ran down into my eyes, making it harder to see.
I wiped my head and began running again, hoping to hear another scream. However, none came. Once again, fear and anxiety flooded every one of my veins. I stopped, falling to my knees, my eyes flooded with tears. I've lost her, escaped my lips. Leave now or die here came from behind me. I turned to find the creature towering over me, holding Jess by the back of her neck. She wasn't moving.
I have feasted. Leave or die, the creature bellowed to me. I looked up at the creature, a tall, skinny, gray frame with long arms and what looked like claws at the points of its four-fingered hands. I pleaded for Jess's life and offered my own. It laughed an inhuman laugh. You are not of this land. Leave now or die. The creature turned and began walking away from me.
I raised my rifle and pulled the trigger. Click. It was jammed. Mud had jammed the bolt. I quickly released the magazine, pulled the bolt back, then inserted my second magazine and sent the bolt forward. I aimed and fired into the creature's back. The rounds pierced its back, and it screeched in pain, flailing its arms around.
i unloaded the full magazine into the abomination until my weapon clicked again out of rounds with the rifle being nothing more than dead weight i unslung it and threw it aside i pulled jess away from the creature as it flailed around in a pool of black sludge i leaned her against a tree
she was unconscious and had a deep wound in her arm as if she had been slashed with a knife blood gushed out of the wound i recognized it as serious i immediately used my belt as a tourniquet to cut off the blood circulation and hopefully save her from passing from blood loss
Once I tied the belt and the blood flow significantly slowed, I quickly hoisted her into a fireman's carry and began moving away from the creature. Its screams engulfed the forest and never quieted down, no matter how far we moved. I moved through hours of darkness and silence, moving as fast as I was able. Fatigue began to set in, and hope was depleting until I stumbled across a trail.
I could tell it was often used due to the dead foliage and dried boot prints in the mud. i followed it until i found the main road that led up to the forest i remember falling to the ground before blacking out i awoke in a panic two figures towered over me the blood in my eyes made it too hard to see who they were i tried to sit up but instead i fell back and passed out
I awoke in a hospital bed with tubes and casts on and in me, stitches on my arms. Later a doctor explained that I had four deep slashes in my back, a broken ankle, cuts on my face, and ligament damage to my arm and shoulder. I had critically elevated blood pressure and had been in and out of consciousness for two days, though I could not recall it.
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Chapter 5: What is the aftermath of the creature's attack?
The last thing I remember before everything went black was their worried faces and someone yelling for help. I had escaped, but I knew deep down that it wasn't over. That creature, whatever it was, was still out there. And I had a feeling it wasn't going to give up that easily. When I opened my eyes, I was lying on a couch in a stranger's living room.
The first thing I noticed was the warmth, something that was completely missing in the forest. My body ached all over, and my back stung like it was on fire. I could hear voices, low and worried, coming from the kitchen. Slowly I sat up, wincing at the pain. I tried to piece together what had happened. The forest, the creature, the chase. My heart started racing again just thinking about it.
The family who found me must have heard me moving because they hurried into the room. There were three of them, a man, a woman, and a teenage girl. They all looked worried, but there was something else in their eyes too. Fear. The kind of fear that made me uneasy. The man spoke first, his voice calm but serious. ''You're lucky to be alive,'' he said.
''We've seen things in those woods, but nothing like what you described.'' I told them everything I could remember. The growl, the glowing red eyes, the way the creature chased me. The more I talked, the more nervous they looked. The teenage girl, who had been sitting quietly, finally spoke up. We call it the peeker, she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
It's been around for as long as anyone can remember. It... it doesn't usually let people get away. My stomach turned at her words. The peeker, I repeated, my voice shaky. The woman nodded, her eyes darting to the window, as if she expected to see it staring back at her. It watches, she said. It waits, and once it marks someone... Her voice trailed off and I felt a chill run through me.
I didn't want to know what happened once it marked someone, but I had a feeling I was about to find out. The man cleared his throat, his face grim. "'We think you should stay here for the night,' he said. "'You're not safe out there, not now.' I wanted to argue, to say that I'd be fine, but the fear in their eyes stopped me.
They knew more about this creature than I did, and if they were scared, then I had every reason to be terrified." That night, I stayed on their couch, but sleep didn't come easily. Every creak of the house, every rustle of the wind outside made my heart race. I kept picturing those glowing red eyes, that awful grin. The peaker was still out there, and it wasn't going to forget about me.
I knew it would be back. The only question was when. The family tried to reassure me, but I could tell they were scared too. They kept the lights on all night, and every so often, I'd see one of them peek out the window, just to make sure. The fear was real, and it hung heavy in the air. I knew that escaping the forest was only the beginning.
The peeker had marked me, and somehow, I had to figure out how to survive whatever came next. The next morning, I woke up with a start.
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Chapter 6: What psychological effects does the experience have on K?
I looked at my boyfriend, and he was staring at the ceiling, eyes wide with fear. He pressed a finger to his lips, motioning for me to stay quiet. The footsteps moved closer, and I could hear them clearly now. Slow, heavy, like someone was deliberately taking each step. My mind raced. Who could be out here? We hadn't seen anyone for miles. I felt my breath catch in my throat, my whole body tense.
Suddenly, I heard a faint metallic sound, like something scraping against our car. It wasn't an animal. It was too deliberate, too human. I reached for my phone, trying to turn on the flashlight, but the battery was still dead. Panic was creeping in, and I felt my hands shaking. I looked at my boyfriend, and he nodded towards the car. I knew what he was thinking.
We had to scare whatever it was away. I reached over, my hand trembling as I pressed the button on the car key to activate the alarm. The silence of the forest shattered as the car horn blared, the lights flashing. The footsteps stopped abruptly, and for a moment, everything was still.
i held my breath waiting the alarm stopped and the silence returned i listened straining my ears but there was nothing just the wind rustling through the trees i looked at my boyfriend and he gave me a small shaky smile maybe it's gone he whispered his voice barely audible but deep down i knew it wasn't that simple Something was still out there.
Minutes passed and just as I started to relax, the footsteps returned. This time, they were closer, moving slowly around the tent, just inches from where we lay. My boyfriend's body went stiff, and I could see the fear in his eyes. I felt my heart pounding, each beat echoing in my ears. The footsteps moved around the tent, circling us, then stopped right where our heads were.
I heard a whisper, soft, almost like it was carried on the wind, but clear enough that I knew it wasn't my imagination. My boyfriend grabbed my hand, his grip tight. We had to get out of there. Slowly we started packing up our things, trying to stay as quiet as possible.
every rustle of fabric seemed deafening and i was terrified that whatever was outside would hear us my hands were shaking so badly that i could barely zip my bag finally we were ready my boyfriend nodded at me and we both took a deep breath he unzipped the tent slowly the sound almost unbearable in the silence the moment the flap opened i felt it
a heavy suffocating feeling like the air had thickened a sour smell hit me making my stomach turn i struggled to breathe my chest tightening my boyfriend squeezed my hand and we stepped out into the darkness the forest was still the trees looming over us like silent watchers
i grabbed our bags and ran to the car my eyes darting around trying to see into the shadows my boyfriend went to grab the rest of our supplies suddenly i heard his voice calling my full name from the direction of the road stephanie it was urgent desperate but something felt wrong we never used our full names always pet names I stood there, frozen, staring into the darkness.
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Chapter 7: What is the legend of the Peeker?
It was a chance for him to take the day to slow down, to unwind and enjoy the beauty that is Mother Nature. The following morning, Jack awoke with a renewed sense of determination. As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the blinds of his apartment, illuminating the cluttered kitchen, he reflected on the previous night's research.
Although guided by enthusiasm rather than comprehensive knowledge, he diligently packed the necessary supplies for his upcoming hiking expedition. A couple of changes of clothes, a flashlight with almost dead batteries, a Swiss army knife his dad had given him years ago, and a large bag of trail mix he hoped would suffice for sustenance.
He threw in a water bottle and a first aid kit he found buried in a drawer, its contents mostly expired. "'All right, Max,' Jack called out to his little Jack Russell Terrier, who had been watching him with curious eyes from the comfort of his dog bed. "'Time for an adventure!' Max bounded up eagerly, his tail wagging furiously as Jack attached his leash.
"'We're going hiking, buddy,' Jack said with a grin, scratching behind Max's ears. "'You're going to love it.'
with the backpack slung over one shoulder and max happily trotting beside him jack locked the door to his apartment behind him and headed towards the parking lot where his beat-up old sedan was waiting loading his gear into the trunk jack couldn't suppress the surge of excitement bubbling inside him
This spontaneous decision felt like a breath of fresh air compared to the suffocating routine he had grown accustomed to. As he drove, Jack couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and exhilaration. He glanced over at Max, who was sitting proudly in the passenger seat with his head out the window, tongue lolling happily in the breeze.
The road stretched out before them, winding through rolling hills and dense forests. Jack's mind raced with thoughts of the adventure ahead, the mysteries waiting to be uncovered in Oregon's untouched wilderness. Jack and Max arrived at the trailhead just after noon, the sun hanging high in the sky and casting waves of heat down onto the lush green forest below.
Jack parked his car in the crowded lot and feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. He glanced at Max, who was already eager to explore, bouncing on his paws as Jack opened the car door. All right, Max, let's go see what we can find, Jack said, grabbing his backpack and making sure Max's leash was secure.
The parking lot buzzed with activity, hikers and families preparing for their own adventures, but Jack was focused on the tree line ahead, eager to escape into the solitude of the woods.
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