❝𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝❞creepypasta investigation

the voice in the woods⁽ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿᵃˡ ᵉˣᵖᵉʳⁱᵉⁿᶜᵉ⁾

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ᓚᘏᗢ- How could i ever forget about this. It made me never trust no voice ever again. There will be a second chapter, because sadly the voices in the woods isn't a one time experience.

The first time it happened to me i was only 5 years old. Me, my cousins, my mum, dad and uncle had went up in the mountains for a picnic.

We found this nice clearing next to the woods and decided itwasthe perfect place for us.

Me and my cousins of course couldn't sit in one place for too long so we begged our parents to let us roam around. "Sure, but don't go deep into the woods." my mother told us. So we happily run towards the trees, a path no far from the rest of our family, so we could be visible.

One of my cousins born days apart from me, being curious dared us to delve deeper, as if he had already forgotten his aunts warning. "No Aster, that's dangerous,let's stay put." i said, but before i could even finish my sentense he had run off. I shouted out to him and chased after him trying to get him to come back. I managed to catch up to him, his little brother not far behind me. "What are you doing?! We're going to get lost because of you!" i said. "Pfff lost right! Look our family is right th- wait... Where are we?" I felt so scared my eyes started tearing up. I started softly hitting his arms as i yelled out. My little cousin now petrified, he stand there in fear.

And then i heard it... "Kleo! Kleo where are you?!" it was my mum! Relieved i started calling out to her, so she could find us and help us out of the woods. "Kleo. Kleo where are you dear?!" she asked again. I started walking deeper into the forest, leaving the trail. "Mum we're here! We're right h-mphhh!" i stopped as someone had covered my mouth. My cousins looking behind me with wide eyes, as the person hugged me. "We have to go, now!" said... my mum? 

We run faster and faster until we were all out, back to the clearing, my uncle with phone in hand ready to call the police, my dad in the car ready to start the engine.

"Mum, i heard you, you called me, you were right there" i said, confusion in my voice. "We heard you too!" said my cousins. My mum now crying, helping us get into the back sheats of the car. "It's okay, it's gonna be okay, i'm here, i'm here." she started mumbling.

Suddently a loud crash was heard from the distance, a tree was moving, and smoke was seen. Our fathers went to investigate, my mother waited in the car with us, and when they returned, they were pale as ghosts. My dad took my mother to the side and whispered "It's a man, he...he...God he got impaled." my mum's face seemed as if it was drained out of blood. They warned the police, we drove not far from where the accident happened, and our parents warned us to not look outside our windows.

It was such a weird coincidence, the voice, the accident. The police said the driver lost conrol, probably a deer appeared out of nowhere. I still wonder to this day, who was calling me through the woods, mimicing my own mother and was it them that scared the unfortunate man?

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