I died that night. My body and home were still smoldering. Although I could not see because I had no eyes remaining to see with, I felt a song within me, and it took me some time to realize that it was a familiar song, one sung by The Forest that I grew up next to.
I became aware of vines weaving themselves into my crisped flesh. Hardened bark replaced some of my skin, giving me a look of having plate armor like a knight around my arms, chest, back, and thighs. My fingers, which were now elongated and sharp like moveable wooden spears, have a hard time feeling my face, which I cannot see but know has changed from a human skull to some grotesque creation of the will of The Forest.
I can hear the song soothing me as my new body creeks as I assess its usefulness. My old body is somewhere beneath this new covering and I can now sense movement and hear the softest of sounds. The Forest has provided me with a way to see, although the sight is not like human sight, but one of vibrations and an awareness only a creature of great magnitude can possess. I can see all and hear all within her boundaries.
I begin to lose lucidity and I am at the will of The Forest, my creator, as she sings me her lullaby. I am hers forever. I am The Thing in The Forest.
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The Thing in The Forest
HororThis story tells the tale of a creature that lives in The Forest, brought alive through time by a calling from desperate women. This story leaps between a backwards telling of recent events in The Forest and retellings of her life before she became...
