
Just Creepy: Scary Stories
There's Something Terrifying in the Woods | 5 Scary Forest Stories
Wed, 20 Nov 2024
There's Something Terrifying in the Woods | 5 Scary Forest Stories Linktree: https://linktr.ee/its_just_creepy Story Credits: ►Sent in to https://www.justcreepy.net/ ►https://www.reddit.com/user/Hawaiian_Llama/ Timestamps: 00:00 Intro 00:00:18 Story 1 00:15:50 Story 2 00:28:38 Story 3 00:39:31 Story 4 00:48:05 Story 5 Music by: ► Myuu's channel http://bit.ly/1k1g4ey ►CO.AG Music http://bit.ly/2f9WQpe Thumbnail art: ►Just Creepy Business inquiries: ►[email protected] #scarystories #horrorstories 💀As always, thanks for watching! 💀
Chapter 1: What happens when a storm traps someone in a cabin?
The big mine near the cabin couldn't even be called a mine, as they had essentially blown open the entrance to a cave wide enough to get tools inside. The night before I was going to head back, the largest rainstorm in a century hit. All roads leading back to civilization were flooded, and there was no chance my crappy car could hope to make it through.
Chapter 2: What terrifying encounter occurs in the woods?
I wasn't too upset about it, just thankful I still had enough food to last me another few days. The truly awful part was that the shoddy power system I made had gone out, and my phone had died long ago. I needed to wait a while for the solar panels to charge, so I decided to make the best out of a bad situation.
Chapter 3: How does the creature threaten the narrator's survival?
The rain had made the woods truly beautiful, and I still had around a dozen Polaroids to use in my camera. The walk was truly amazing. The rain had made the green in the forest even more vibrant, and the canopy had provided enough cover that I wasn't soaking wet. The only problem I ran into was the insane amount of broken branches on the trail.
Chapter 4: What horrifying discovery is made in the cave?
i knew the storm had been bad but in my years of owning this cabin i had never seen this amount of clutter pile up in such a short time i had no idea how so many branches below the canopy had broken i had been walking for a few hours before it started to get dark and i decided to head back
Chapter 5: What secrets does the cabin hold?
I suddenly came up with the bright idea to take a photo of myself to commemorate the time I got rained out in the mountains. I turned on the flash and timer, setting my camera down on a nearby rock and backed up a few feet. The only thing I heard before hitting the ground was the crack of wood splitting. Something had hit me in the head. Hard.
Chapter 6: Why do the characters feel watched in the woods?
Still dazed, I tried to figure out what had just happened, but whatever hit me didn't give me the chance. It grabbed my ankle, rolling me onto my stomach and raising my leg into the air. There was a sudden blinding light, and everything stopped. I heard the Polaroid eject from the camera and softly land on the ground. I laid there for a minute, praying for the ringing in my head to subside.
Chapter 7: What is revealed about the family's fate in the cabin?
It took me a while to wrench my ankle free from the thing's hand and sit up. The person, monster, whatever it was, was just standing there, frozen. After the ringing in my head started to go away, I finally started to comprehend what I was looking at. It looked like a human, but the proportions were all wrong. It was too skinny, to the point where I could see every rib, bone and tendon.
Chapter 8: How does the story end with a warning?
The skin was taut, grey and wet. One hand was open, palm facing towards the camera as if it was trying, pointlessly, to hide its face, if you could call it a face. Its head looked mangled, dented and bumpy.
as if a child had tried to mold a human skull out of clay the eyes were the only part that resembled a human although they looked empty somehow the monstrosity had a piece of my calf between its pointed teeth i had no idea what this thing was but i figured that the flash from the camera had somehow stunned it
i got up to grab the camera but the pain from my leg shot through me i had to grab a stick off the ground to balance on as i stumbled to the rock i saw out of the corner of my eye that it was moving it was so slow that i could barely tell but its outstretched hand was definitely moving towards the camera
i wasn't about to let it destroy the only way i could defend myself pushing myself through the pain i grabbed the camera and started back along the trail towards my cabin if i could only make it back there i had some old hunting gear that could maybe kill it i don't know how long i had been walking my bad leg and the cluttered trail made it painfully slow to traverse and i tripped any time i tried to speed up
i counted four remaining polaroids but i was more concerned about the flash i needed to make sure nothing damaged it or i would be as good as dead i noticed some landmarks saying i was about halfway back to my cabin when i heard the branches breaking behind me I ducked off to the side of the trail and looked up at the trees. I saw a dark shape swing past me, moving faster than I could comprehend.
It only made it a couple yards past me before it stopped, crouched up on a branch, searching, searching for me.
i readied my camera pointing it at the creature in case it leapt at me we stayed like that for some time so long that it got dark enough i could barely see it the rain clouds had covered up the moon drowning the woods in oppressive darkness i would have had no idea it was there had it not been for the faint glow from its eyes replacing the emptiness i had seen in them before
I nearly jumped out of my skin when it finally left, clambering onto other branches. I waited for a minute, making sure it was gone before stepping back onto the trail. I had taken a few steps when I heard something drop behind me. I turned as fast as I could, Polaroid ready, and took another photo. It was just a stray branch, broken by the storm.
I breathed a sigh of relief before realizing how grievous this mistake was. I had just told the creature exactly where I was. I tried to run down the path, but I could already hear the approach of cracking wood. I backed up against a tree, aiming my Polaroid up in preparation. It landed on a branch above me, crawling down the opposite side of the tree to stay out of sight.
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