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Chapter 1: What happens when you return to a childhood hiking trail?
So Forest Glen is where we would go to spend a lot of our time. Both of us enjoyed the outdoors, and we would go hiking on one of the many trails nearly every day. Sometimes we'd do two or three depending on our mood. It wasn't long, of course, before we knew them all by heart and we both had our favorites. That didn't matter, though. We would still go on any of them on any given day.
Eventually, though, time went on, and Robert and I grew up. Robert and I are still good friends, but we hadn't been out to Forest Glen in a long time. It was recently that I had been reminiscing about those old trails though, and I decided that I wanted to go back out there and visit some of my favorite spots.
So two weeks ago I called Robert and asked if he wanted to go back out there with me that weekend, and to my surprise, he was overjoyed at my proposal. He said he'd been thinking about going out there himself, but just hadn't gotten around to it. So it was decided, on Saturday morning we would head out to Forest Glen and meet up at one of Robert's favorite trails.
I made it out to that trail at Forest Glen about 10 after 6 in the morning. When I drove out to the reserve, I parked my car in the spot closest to the trail, but I didn't see Robert's car. There's more than one entrance into the park. so I thought that Robert hadn't arrived yet, or he was parked at one of the spots that was near one of the other entrances.
I thought I might call him, but when I looked at my phone, I saw that I only had one bar and figured that it wouldn't go through. I should have known the reception would be bad out there. Stashing the phone in the glove box, I got out and made my way to the trail. I started to do some stretches in front of the trail entrance while I waited for Robert to arrive.
After waiting for what felt like about ten minutes, I began to wonder if Robert was going to show up late. When we made the plans to show up at the trail, we agreed on 6.30 a.m. I thought about jogging back to my car to grab my phone and call him after all, but I decided to instead venture into the trail a little ways, and then return after a moment to see if he had shown up.
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Chapter 2: What terrifying encounter happens in the woods?
I started my walk at a brisk pace into the opening of the trail. The clear patch of the trail's entrance quickly gave way to a narrow cleared path, surrounded on both sides by a thick growth of brush and tall trees. The trail seemed a bit more overgrown than I remembered, but I suppose that was a good thing. It meant that the preserve was thriving.
I did notice, however, that it was rather quiet out there on the trail. That isn't to say there was no sound at all. I could hear the occasional caw of a bird and the rustling of leaves, but the sound seemed somehow muted. It was as if the entire woods had its volume button turned way down low. About three minutes into my stroll, I stopped just before a small stream that cut through the trail.
I looked to the other side of the stream where the trail's path resumed. The path stretched out a few hundred feet beyond the stream and looked like it forked off in two different directions, as far as I could tell. This is when I decided to turn back and wait for Robert at the entrance. I never knew this trail like Robert used to, and for the life of me I couldn't remember how far it went.
Before I turned to leave, I knelt down to tie my sneaker. When I finished, I stood up and had to stifle a scream. Robert was standing right in front of me, grinning like an idiot, and when he saw the look on my face, he howled with laughter. My face went hot and I gritted my teeth. "'What the hell, man?' I yelled. "'You nearly gave me a freaking heart attack!'
Robert had to stifle his laughter to be able to reply. "'Sorry, bud. I couldn't help myself. I was up farther on the trail when I decided to turn back and wait for you. When I saw you kneeling here, I just couldn't resist.' I couldn't help but smile after that, and I could feel the red-hot feeling in my face start to drain away." It's okay, but you did scare the living hell out of me.
I didn't even hear you. Robert said nothing. He only smiled a wide, toothy grin. I gestured down toward the part of the trail Robert came from. I was wondering if you had gotten here yet. You can lead. I assume you know the way. Robert nodded in reply, then jerked his head back to where the fork in the trail was before he turned around and bounded over the stream that divided the trail.
When his feet hit the other side of the small bank, he just kept on running. "'Hey, wait up,' I called after him. He acted as if he didn't hear me and carried on deeper into the wood. I really wasn't prepared to jog yet. I wanted to walk a little more first and stretch out my legs.
However, it seemed I didn't have a choice, and I bounded after Robert, hopping over the stream and pushing myself to catch up with him." Robert was jogging at an even pace, but not a quick one, and soon I was just behind him. "'Can you wait just a second?' I asked. "'Why? What are you afraid of?' he asked, turning to me with a wide, toothy grin that seemed to have not left his face.
That question caught me off guard. What did he mean by that?' "'Nothing. Just need to stretch a little more before I pull something is all.' Robert didn't stop or slow down. He just kept on smiling as he turned his head back around to face forward. "'You'll be fine. There's a nice place to rest just after the fork in the trail.'
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Chapter 3: How does a friend become a source of fear?
He said he remembered a time when I scrapped up my knees really bad after a nasty fall on one of the trails, but I didn't remember that. For the most part, though I could recall every memory Robert had, and I realized how much time we really had spent out there, we spent nearly all our time out here as teenagers, staying in shape to try to impress the girls in school.
We had been walking for nearly five minutes when Robert said, Hey, do you remember when you fell down that slope and hit the bottom? I thought you died. Robert belted out a loud, booming laugh. I stopped walking because something about what he said didn't make sense. I remembered falling down that slope like it was yesterday. It was terrifying. Robert, you fell down that slope too, remember?
Robert, who hadn't stopped walking until then, froze just ahead of me. He turned slowly to me and slapped a hand to his forehead. Oh, duh, yeah, well, I didn't fall as hard as you. Robert laughed again, dropping his head and gesturing back down the trail. Come on, we're almost there. I began to breathe heavily, and I took a step back. Something was wrong.
I didn't know what it was, but I had to get out of those woods and away from Robert. I had to get away because a memory had finally resurfaced to the shore of my recollection, a memory of me falling and scraping my knees. Robert's grin for the first time since he snuck up on me faded from his face. "'What's wrong, bud?' he asked, a little shaky. "'I need to go back,' I said, a little shaky myself.
Robert took a step toward me, and a look of concern spread on his face. "'Come on, man, we're so close. Why do you want to leave?' he pleaded. "'Because you were home sick the day I scraped my knees.' Robert's eyes widened in realization as I turned tail and began sprinting in the other direction as fast as my legs would carry me."
Green leaves and brown bark flashed by in my peripheral vision as a blur. The sound of wind swished around in my earlobes as I ran. I couldn't hear footsteps behind me, and I was thankful for that. My right leg throbbed and begged for me to stop, but I wouldn't. Fear is one hell of a motivator, and it pushed me past the fork in the path and over the small stream that divided the trail.
i never looked back to see if robert or whatever wore robert's skin was following me not even once i kept my eyes on the path in front of me and focused on not tripping over anything the whole way back out of the trail i didn't stop running till i got into my car Once inside, I grabbed the keys that I'd left sitting in the passenger seat and quickly turned them in the ignition.
I paid no attention to the speed limit as I raced all the way home. Once at my house, I grabbed my phone out of the glove box and ran into the house, latched the deadbolt behind me. I turned my phone off when I stored it in my car at the preserve, so once I got inside, I turned it on and sat on my couch while I waited for it to boot up.
My plan was to call Robert immediately, but when the display on the screen flicked on, I saw I had a text message from Robert. I opened it, but I was shaking so bad from the adrenaline it was a little hard to read. Hey man, so it looks like we can't go out to Forest Glen. I was talking to my neighbor this morning and he said they closed it down.
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Chapter 4: What strange occurrences happen after returning home?
It happened again, a slow, faint scratch that felt too deliberate to be some random outside disturbance. I remember thinking how unnerving that kind of quiet can be, like the walls themselves were waiting for something to happen.
part of me wanted to ignore it retreat under a blanket and pretend everything was normal but a stronger part the part that always has to know pushed me to get up i tiptoed past the darkened hallway toward the sliding glass door in the back the glass was foggy from the cool night air and for a second all i saw was my own reflection in the haze
then i noticed another shape behind the door at first it looked like a stray dog just standing there paw raised against the glass i reached for the handle hesitating as my mind raced nobody else should be on my property let alone this late I squinted through the haze, trying to piece together what kind of animal would be scratching at a door in the dead of night, and why.
A flicker of recognition flooded through me. That dog wasn't just any dog. It had the same coloring, the same head tilt, the same soulful eyes I used to know by heart. My breath caught in my throat. Everything in my chest twisted with the realization that this was Buddy. My dog. My Buddy from three years ago. Logic told me Buddy couldn't possibly be standing there.
Buddy was gone, but there he was, tail wagging in that gentle way, as though we'd never been apart. Without thinking, I slid the door open. A part of me was terrified, but an even bigger part was desperate to believe. Buddy stepped inside, fur brushing against my leg, warm and soft, exactly how I remembered.
the tears came before i could stop them i knelt down pressing my cheek to his neck inhaling that familiar earthy scent it was as if no time had passed like we'd just spent the evening apart and he was back for another walk things felt almost normal until morning that's when the unease sank in i set out a bowl of kibble tossed in some leftover steak but buddy ignored it entirely it wasn't picky eater refusal either
He acted like it didn't even exist. Hours went by with him just hovering near the back door, occasionally letting out a low whimper. I tried everything, called his name, offered water, but his attention stayed fixed on the yard outside. By the time night rolled around again, my nerves were frayed. I woke up from a restless doze around two in the morning to this raspy, almost labored breathing.
I found Buddy in the hallway, staring at me in the dim light. His eyes. They weren't the same brown anymore. They were dark, reflecting shapes I couldn't really process, and his mouth was moving like he was whispering words. I stood there, heart-hammering, too stunned to make sense of what was happening.
The next day, I decided to dig out old photo albums, partly for comfort, partly to reassure myself I wasn't losing my mind. Flipping through snapshots from Buddy's last few weeks, I paused on a photo taken in the yard. I'd never noticed it before, but just behind Buddy, in the corner of the frame, there was some kind of silhouette peeking through the edge of the woods.
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Chapter 5: What is the dark truth about the dog that returns?
And as much as I try convincing myself otherwise, I know this battle is far from over. It all started with the way the sky turned that yellowish gray color right before the clouds open up. I was sitting in our cramped living room, listening to the wind rattle the window frames, waiting for my parents to say goodbye before they drove off to their gig.
The house wasn't much more than some creaky boards glued together with mismatched nails, and every storm felt like a personal attack on its fragile structure. My younger brother, Eric, was at the kitchen table, coloring in some old magazine pages since we didn't have real coloring books. The tension in the air made everything feel off.
when my folks finally headed out i watched from the screen door as their beat-up sedan disappeared along the rain slick dirt road the plan was for eric and me to camp out in the living room maybe watch an old vhs tape if the power didn't conk out
instead i just paced around the tiny space eyes darting to the windows every time the wind made them shudder the storm was getting worse by the minute fat drops pounding the roof thunder rolling through the valley like distant explosions I decided to check on Moose, our so-called guard dog.
He was more lanky than intimidating, and my dad had tied him to a rusted engine block on the screened porch. It wasn't pretty, but it kept him from wandering off. Moose was usually pretty mellow, spending his days flopped on the porch, only barking at random shadows now and then. Tonight, though, the wind had him shifting around, ears back, tail tucked.
The second I opened the porch door to see if he was okay, it nearly blew off its hinges, letting in a gust of wet air that chilled the entire front hall. Moose perked up, probably wondering if I was taking him inside, but my dad never allowed that.
before i could check the knots on his chain the wind slammed again this time the front door's flimsy latch gave way and it wrenched completely loose from the frame it felt like a giant had peeled it back just for fun moose freaked out and jerked against the chain which scraped along the concrete floor of the porch with a shrill metallic sound by the time i turned around he was already lunging outside trailing that chain behind him
The sight of our only watchdog bolting into a raging storm sent a jolt of panic straight through my gut. I slammed a foot against the door, what was left of it anyway, just to keep more rain from rushing in. Eric, eyes wide, stood in the hallway, his little hands clenched in fear. I had this moment of indecision. Should I chase Moose? Should I stay inside and hope he came back?
My parents would never believe I'd done everything I could if that dog went missing, and Eric was too young to help, so I told him to stay put and not open any doors no matter what. We didn't have a real lock to secure the front, just a rusty hook latch that hung crooked from the wood, but it was the best we could do.
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Chapter 6: How does the story conclude with a terrifying twist?
My pulse hammered away, and my thoughts spun with every possible bad scenario. All I knew was, Moose was out there, and I had to find him before something else did. I gritted my teeth, hands shaking, and started up the slope. If I were lucky, Moose was just around the bend, maybe tangled in a bush. If not, well, I tried not to think about that. Either way, there was no going back.
I trudged forward, the roar of the storm making every step feel like I was venturing deeper into another world. The creek was just behind me, its water raging loud enough to drown out almost everything else. I'd crossed on those slippery planks, heart pounding in my ears, so it took me a second to realize that Moose's chain had gone quiet.
The silence felt wrong somehow, even with the rain pounding leaves and the thunder crashing above. I had this deep sense that something out here was holding its breath. I kept calling Moose's name, my voice ragged.
A flash of lightning lit the trees for an instant, revealing the chaos of the forest floor, tangled undergrowth, small streams of runoff winding between boulders, and everything slicked with water. No sign of Moose.
i pushed on boots squelching in ankle-deep mud the wind whistled between branches almost like it was whispering warnings i couldn't quite understand after another minute of struggling uphill that smell hit me it was a stench so foul my throat seized in protest like rotting meat left out in the summer heat
I'd come across dead animals before out in the Appalachian wilderness, but this was different. It was stronger, like a carcass that had been there a week or more, oozing and attracting flies. Except I couldn't hear any flies, just the thumping of the storm around me. Whatever it was, it made me want to turn around and run, but I forced myself to keep going.
If Moose had gotten hurt or tangled somewhere, I couldn't leave him. My eyes watered from the vile odor, and the mud sucked at each step. A branch snapped overhead, making me jump, like something had stepped on it. I whipped around, but all I saw was the black swirl of the forest and the downpour. I tried to swallow back the dread and called out again, Moose!
My voice came out sounding desperate, bouncing off wet trunks. The thunder grumbled its response. No chain sounds, no whining dog, nothing. Lightning flashed once more, cutting the darkness for maybe half a second.
in that brief light i spotted something pale on the ground a few yards away my stomach churned as i took a cautious step closer it looked like an animal's ribcage possibly a deer's picked clean to the bone the edges were dark and ragged as if something had gnawed on them rainwater and mud slicked the remains making the bones gleam unnaturally
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