The Forest

The 6th Stone

On my way, I checked everything. Stones in bag, vodka container, flashlight, magazine and a holster. I grabbed my gun and pressed the button beside that sent my mag dropping, I picked it up with my hand and checked the side. Empty. I rubbed my head in disappointment, but I had no choice, I inserted the extra magazine, cocked it, and insert it back in my holster. I continued the path normally almost nothing disturbed me at all. As I continue I heard a crack from a distance almost coming from a tree. I looked at the foggy sorroundings and sniffed the smoke but instead of that something else ran through my nostrils, a strong stench was nearby, I looked around but nothing was there.

DRIP DRIP DRIP

A sound was heard. I looked around but still nothing, until another dripped on my shoulder. I held it and rubbed it on my fingers. Slimy liquid, I smelled it, it's scent was familiar to me.

DRIP

Another one. I held it again and looked above me. I gasped in shock seeing the Detective, in his jacket with his NYPD badge,stained in thick dry blood,impaled on a tree, with his stomach open. I walked to a tree and held it with my body little bowed. I covered my hand with my other hand to prevent myself from barfing, but disgust overwhelmed me. I wiped my mouth removing the barf stains at the sides of my mouth. I prevented myself from looking at the disgusting puddle, andgrabbed my phone. I opened the camera and pointed it at the impaled detective, the picture almost made me barf again but I managed to hold it back. After picturing the detective from different angles, I quickly switched of my phone and slid it back into my pocket. As I wander my way to this woods, my mouth felt dry and I felt uneasy, I snatched my vodka container and chugged the remaining alcohol in it. I gurgled the liquid and drank it, I put it in my pocket and continued my way.

I found one house and at least investigate. At first thoughts filled my head about these, I imagined, why wouldn't the guy who wrote the letters do all the work long ago? I entered the house and investigate the rooms. I found a letter.

4/28/79

Hi. If you're reading this letter this is probably my last. My name is Frederick Paul. I'm a Detective in the NYPD. The reason I can't go on is that I'm too old. I was about to go and accept this mission but my superior didn't allow me, but I forced myself and now I'm in this burden. Heh heh it's kinda funny how a dead man is talking right now. Whoever is reading this tell my family I love them. I hope you finish what I started." I started folding the paper.

I looked diwn on the floor and noticed bones and ither remains. 'This should be the detective' I thought noticing the skull. I stuffed the paper in my bag and exited the house, but just when I started going out, 5th stone glowed. I grabbed it and searched around but it's gliw still remain. I entered the house and it started glowing brighter. I lowered the stone and the glow became stronger.

Closer

Closer

It's getting strong.

And then I noticed. something under the skull is glowing. I grabbed the skull and saw a wooden plang under it, I removed it and just as I expected. The 6th stone. I grabbed it, but then something was tied from it. A paper. I opened it and saw a map. An old map. I studied the map and determined that it's a town map. Hillary Lakeside Town. I checked the place where I was and noticed that there was a circle near the place where I was, and realized that that is my destination. I rolled the map and exited the house. I'm near to the end. I'm ending this nightmare.