The Forest Story: by Rozz

I was running. I was running so hard, that my heart seemed to be outside of
my body. My leather trench coat flew open behind me. Not watching for
anything, not caring. The house was about a mile away... Well, here, let me
start over, from the beginning...

I was feeling depressed, I get depressed quite often over small problems (I'm
what you would call a manic depressive). I had just asked the girl that I had
had a crush on to be my girlfreind. I was up at my grandparents house, out of
state, and had written her a letter. Afraid that she would say no, I had
begen getting depressed and began feeling sick to my stomach, from worry.  I
had been writing, trying to get all of my bad feelings out of my system, when
I decided to go and sit on the front porch and think things out, I do that
alot, just sit and think.  It was a beautiful evening, it was about eight
o'clock, the weather fitted my mood perfectly, the clouds covered all the
blue in the sky, there was no sun. It was raining, and there was fog on the
top of the mountain that my grandparents lived on.

After I had sat on the front porch playing with Pixie, my grandparent's
bulldog, I had decided to go for a small walk, thinking to myself maybe that
would help me get over this horrible depression. So, I put Pixie inside,
grabbed my leather trenchcoat, told my grandparents where I was going and
that I'd be back soon.

I began walking. I headed to the end of the street, it's a dead end road,
because I've never been all the way down to the end. I walked at a steady
pace, not very fast but not slow. I looked at the wet ground, watching my
steps, there are a lot of slugs on the ground up here. I got about
seventy-five percent of the way up the road.

I was almost to the end of the road.  I had passed a couple of farms and
three houses. Then I came to this house, it was dark green, the paint was
chipping and there were no cars, dirt driveway, all the lights were off and
the blinds closed. Next to it there was this small forest, and that's where
the story begins.  This forest was dark, deep in mind that it's not even dusk
yet, and I was getting these horrible vibes (if you believe in that sort of
stuff), I began feeling uncomfortable, that of someone who just had sex with
their best freind, I was shaking, and I broke out in a sweat.

I looked up at the mountain, the cloud of fog had moved farther down, it was
almost where I was. I was still walking, I walked until I was parallel to the
forest, I couldn't get take my eyes off it, it was as if something was
holding my eyes in that direction and was holding my eyelids open.
I didn't want to look at the forest, it made me feel unbearably
uncomfortable, I fell over in the feeling of evil, this place was pure evil,
I saw dark figures looking at me with these bright white eyes, I felt as if a
thousand eyes were watching me and my every move, and it felt as though I had
a thousand hands on my back, pushing me down. That's when I began running.

How long had I been running? Every step I took seemed like an eternity. But I
don't believe that there's enough time for eternity. My feet felt like
anvils, but I still ran, without resting or stopping. The adrenaline was so
immense within me that I didn't need to rest. The house was half a mile away
now. Is it behind me? I thought to myself, I dared not look back.
My muscles burnt, how much farther? The house was about 150 yards away. My
heart was about to burst out of my chest... 100 yards.. I wanted to look
back, but I was too afraid... 50 yards
40...
30...
20...
10...

I was at the front porch, I sat down for a second to get my senses back a
little. I went inside the house, went straight to the restroom and vomited.
Later that night when I had gone to bed, I had a visitor. It was a tall, dark
shadow person. It was about seven foot tall, skinny, it had no face, no
mouth, nose, all it had was eyes, it's eyes weren't like regular eyes either,
actually, they weren't even really eyes at all, they were two balls of bright
white light that seemed to glow.

It looked at me, I began shaking. It was staring straight through me. In an
almost hysterical voice I asked it:"Who.. errr.. what the fuck are you?"
No answer.

We looked at eachother for about another fifteen minutes, it seemed like an
eternity (but yet again, I don't believe there's enough time for eternity,
maybe I'll start believing).  Finally, it smiled at me, but it didn't have a
mouth to do it with, then disappeared in a bright blinding flash of light.
I laid there for another hour, praying nothing would happen. Finally, I fell
asleep.

I awoke the next day, and began to take a shower. While in the shower I kept
hearing voices, thousands of htem, saying my name. I then hastily get ouf of
the shower and begin to get dressed, just as I finished putting my pants on,
I looked into the mirror and saw the eyes of the shadow thing where my eyes
were. I began hearing a cracking noise, I looked over to the window, it was
the blinds in the bathroom window straightening out.

I looked back at the mirror frantical and scared, my reflection began to turn
into the shadow-creature that had visited me in the middle of the night. It
reached out it's hand from inside the mirror, I reached out to it (I didn't
want to, but I couldn't stop myself... I had no control), we touched hands, I
felt a cold shock shoot through my body. I then pulled away, shaking, then
huridly ran out the door.

The creature was now inside my head, and I couldn't get it out. My freind,
Jennifer, gave me a protection ritual that would help me.
The ritual was as follows:
With  first and middle fingers together, draw a pentacle over your heart.
Visualize electric blue and purple flames streaming from your fingers to the
pentacle, say this as you trace-"With this pentagram I lay,
protection here both night and dayand the one who should not touch,
let his fingers burn and twitch,I invoke the law of three:
This my will, so mote it be!"

I had another week and some odd days left up here, how would I survive?
That friday, Leah, the girl that I had asked out, had said yes.  The creature
began to lose grip on me. Not only did I have people protecting me but the
one thing that I had gotten depressed continuosly over couldnt't make me
depressed anymore.

Everything has calmed down since then, I'm now on my way back home and
everything is going great. No spirits, no evil, nothing. I get to go home to
my best freind Kevin, and my girlfreind. Hopefully the forest won't follow me
home.

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