The Origin of Fedora Freddy - Creepypasta

Chapter 1

Freddy stood outside amidst the gale winds outside of Blackwood High. The chill winds rushed through his long dirty blonde hair. On his head rested a stylish gray fedora with a navy blue band trimming it, and hid his icy blue eyes from the overcast sky. He was wearing an orange hoodie and blue jeans which rustled with the wind. Over his chest was slung a strap, which held his saxophone in its case on his back. Freddy took in a deep breath of the air, which tasted of Autumn and peace. Standing out here alone was one of the few places he could feel relaxed.

Across from him loomed the great forest of Blackwood, a perpetual plague upon the town. The forest was known for being the center of strange and supernatural happenings, like bigfeet sightings or satanic ritual. It was a well established belief of the town that those that entered Blackwood would never return, so the townspeople generally kept their distance, even so far as to refuse cutting sections of it down to put roads through it.

Freddy did not fear it though. Sure, there was the fact that murders, suicides, and disappearances have occurred in and around it, but for some reason Freddy never truly feared it. He was one of the few people who ever entered Blackwood of their own freewill. He often walked through it or used it as a short cut to his home, much to the displeasure of his parents and neighbors. Sometimes he had felt off-put in it, but never afraid.

Freddy sighed, watching the moisture in his breath crystalize and form a cloud in front of him. From behind him a door closed loudly, and Freddy looked over his shoulder to see the familiar form of his friend Gary approaching, trombone in hand.

"Hello, Gary," Freddy said as Gary came to a stop next to him, placing the trombone case on the ground.

Gary's short brown curly hair did not move with the wind like Freddy's did, standing static on his stockily built face. He wore a dark navy blue shirt and black vest, along with a pair of dark faded jeans.

"Hey, Fred," Gary responded, scanning the dark forest with bright brown eyes, "are you ready for the competition tomorrow?"

Gary was talking about the jazz band competition the school band was going to play in Boston the next day. Both of them were in the high level jazz band at Blackwood High, which had won three gold medals at prior competitions. Freddy played as the band's second alto saxophone, while Gary was first trombone, beating a senior out of their spot during auditions.

Tomorrow was going to be a big day. Being invited to play at the Boston Jazz Festival was a big deal that their band jumped on immediately. "As ready as I'll ever be," Freddy answered, then jokingly he added, "if you hear a bad solo, that's me."

They both laughed for a moment before silence ensued between them again.

"How do you stand it," Gary asked looking questioningly at Freddy.

"Stand what?" Freddy replied

"The forest," Gary said exasperated, "you seem so at home in the damn thing. And you feel no fear from it at all." He sighed, "It's just weird man."

Before Freddy could answer Gary said, "I gotta go, my mom's waiting over there." He pointed to a silver Ford parked in the nearby lot. "See you tomorrow man."

"Adiós amigo."

Authors Note: I've done some work writing the story and decided to change the color of Fred's fedora to silver and navy blue. Hope you're enjoying the story!