Urban Horrors: A Creepypasta Collection of my own Stories

Gates to Hell (Part 2)

I wake up laying on the cold, icy ground. The voices from before seem to float all around me as I pull myself up, and remember the whole thing. We came here, Rhys and Tristan, Becks and Maya and I. We left Piper and Peyton at Rhys's home.

I pull myself out of the snow, then trudge onwards. I am in pain, my head feeling dizzy and my vision a bit fuzzy. The chilling air feels like an icy web that coils around my lungs.

There are no sounds aside from the crunch of snow under my shoes, my shuddering breath, and my clothes shifting as I move. I am not dressed for snowy weather. I mean, it's freaking August! Why would I be dressed for snow?

A crack echoes through the woods. I freeze in place, looking around. Maybe it was an animal? But we haven't seen any animals since we entered the first gate. Maybe it's because it's night. I don't know.

I keep going, glad that somehow, my flashlight is still in my hand. I trudge through knee deep snow, heading for the next gate.

But then, I hear a terrible scream that echoes through the silent woods. I start moving in the direction of the scream I'd heard. Another scream rends the air, the voice sounding eerily like Maya.

I break into a sprint, running after her. But as I go, I do not yell out. My gut tells me that I will likely get bad luck or something if I do. I don't know if that's true, but I press on. Maya's screams escalate before turning to sobs of pain and fear.

I didn't even notice the next gate.

I ran right past it, and didnt even realize that it was the fifth. And if you cross the fifth, you will not return. No one ever has before, if they crossed the threshold of the gate.

Maya screams once more, but it changes into a gargling noise. I cannot help it then, I scream.

"MAYA! MAYA, WHERE ARE YOU?!"

But she does not respond. In fact, the forest is silent. But I run faster, not even noticing that the snow isn't as deep here. Not even realizing that there is something following me.

A hand wraps around my arm, then shoves me back against a strong, hard, and too warm chest. Another hand covers my mouth. I yelp, kicking and biting. 

"Ow, fuck! Poppy, it's me! It's Rhys!"

He lets me go, and I whirl around. It is indeed him. But he has a slash across his throat. I gag, my body going numb from cold and shock. I stare at him, my eyes filling with tears. Rhys cocks his head, watching me.

"Poppy?"

His voice. Oh gods, his voice! His voice isn't normal. It isn't his normal timbre. No, it's almost like .... like ....

"Rhys, are you okay?" I whisper.

"I'm fine," he says. He steps closer, and I gasp when I see he doesn't have his flashlight, but my own highlights the blood on his wrists and hands. "Poppy? What's wrong? You okay?"

I shake my head. "No, no, no no no! No! Rhys, what happened to you? Where is Tristan? Where's Maya and Becks? Is Maya okay?"

He shrugs. "I haven't found them. But ... are you sure you're okay, Poppy?"

I shake my head. "No, Rhys. You ... look at you!"

Rhys smiles. "I'm fine, Poppy. I'm fine."

His smile is too wide. His mouth is full of too many teeth that look too sharp. I back away from him, then turn and run again. Rhys laughs, his voice warping. The flashlight I'm holding is bouncing as I run, casting long shadows that seem too close to be normal.