The tree that walks ( Creepypasta self insert story)

Chapter 1

"You ever think it's your fault" the voice said
"Can't you ever leave me alone" I'd respond as I gripped  the steering wheel tightly.
"Hey look- I'm just the inner monologue- it's a skill issue on your part" it said
"Look can you just leave me alone" I argued
"Think about it- jail- the whole shit at your school- uh the 4th school you know-" it said
"The one that burnt down?" I said hoping to amusing it so it would leave.
"Hey remember the ads you saw on the prison TV "I have a structured settlement and I need cash now" I'd nagged as I gripped the dashboard, speeding up in anger.j

"Hey hey- drive off a- CAR" the voice cut off as out of reflex winding the steering wheel around the dodge the car (WHO TOTALLY RAN THE RED LIGHT BY THE WAY- no I'm not salty)

Staring past them I saw the people in the car, bunch of masked pricks, not wasting a second I slowed down and got out of the car only to watch them immediately spin around- like a scared animal the only one who payed me any mind wearing a Skull mask who proceeded to flip me off

"You're a bad driver-" was the voice's only response as I got as I ignored it sitting down in my car before throwing several punches into my dashboard, chunks of plastic flying everywhere as I finally started the car up again, turning on the music on my phone on, and taking a few deep breaths and driving much more slowly. Turing off the main roads onto forest roads, the gravel crunching under the car as I drove over dirt roads.
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Reaching the "parking lot" if you could call that, it was more like a dirt pit with cheaply spray painted lines on cheap wooden planks-, I exited the car and grabbed my bag and checking my compass I got up- and started the dreaded walk walking two plus hours through the forest, the whole forest felt as if I was being watched like, something is waiting, but without much hesitation I grabbed my bag and marched onward, like a soldier before looking up the tower, a 90 foot tall tower with a spiral staircase leading straight up into my new home.

I stared up and cursed
"Stairs- why did it have to be stairs" is all I could manage to say as I started running up the stairs and as I got to the top- I saw the lock on the hatch staring at the lock with strange symbols in it. After using my MASTER LOCKPICK SKILLS I instantly knew how to open it-

Grabbing my pistol from my backpack I aimed at the lock and fired pushing the hatch open I got a lock where I'd be staying a room, no bigger then a public bathroom, wiping away the dust I'd set my two guns out in the table and watch the  distance seeing the birds fly away in the distance. Before returning to the inside of the cabin as I kept unpacking, although, a lingering paranoia never left me.

As I was unpacking the firewatch radio started to spring to life, incomprehensible static blaring from the radio, the high pitched whir only getting louder. Getting up the radio quickly quieted down as some voices broke through
"Tower... 12, please report" was all it managed to say as I grabbed the nearby microphone and turned it on- a short duration of feedback erupting before it calmed down.

"Hey- yeah- it's me- what do you need" I spoke into the microphone, the audio from the mic being played back on the Walkie talkie on my shirt

"This is tower 9, I'm turning in for the night- there's some reports of —- fire past—— in your sector, probably just some campers, but just in case- can you go—- it out" was all i managed to here as the radio started to cut out

"Hey uh- your breaking up- with me- but yeah- I'll go check for the campers- thanks for letting me know" is all I said, before the radio cut to silence

"Not even a thank you-" is all I said as I got up grabbing the small pistol and flashlight and decending the stairs, silently cursing whoever thought it was funny to make me climb 9 flights of stairs  every single day.

As I hit the ground I'd sigh and crack neck as I start to walk towards the location I was told.

Arriving there all I saw was torn up tents, thrown around bottles and a still burning fire.

"Nobody can clean up after themselves it seems" id say staring at the trash strewn across the campground "there's literally a trash can not even 50 feet away- mother fuckers" is all I could say as I started to pick up, moving onto their tent, the smell hit me first, like rusty metal mixed with rotting fruit, strings of flesh coating the inside of the tent. Forcing me to stand there and just stare before I felt the crack of a weighted crowbar hit the back of my head forcing my knees to buckle, turning around as fast as I could I felt the follow up hit of a crowbar hit my jaw forcing me to hit the ground, looking up the last thing I saw was the sharp end of a crowbar being plunged into my stomach before my body tensed up, before a boot went directly, into my face.