A shrill cry echoed in the mist. The woods damp from previous rainfall, owls hooing on old creaky branches. The forgotten forest is a mystery in itself just as its name, once you go in people once then forget you even existed. How did it come to be called to forgotten forest if all who entered, all around forgot?. In these woods creatures crawl, animals skitter. One day a young boy went adventuring in the forgotten forest, he never came out. "Ahhh" a cold and strained cry was heard from the forest by a passer by. Did he go to help? The answer is no, why you may ask, it's simple if he were to go help then his life would have ended in the same fate as that little boy. I warn anyone that wishes to enter the forgotten forest. Don't, or you may be the next victim of the wailing tree who lives in the forgotten forest.
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I'm not as happy with this one as the other stories, so tell me if you liked it or not. And don't forget to vote and comment on what you liked and even things I could get better on :)
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My One Horror
HorrorThis will be a collection of all of my short horror stories that I like to write ✨Currently in the process of editing stories
