Family Matters - Creepypasta

Chapter 1

  Damn, I thought as I ran from the school to the fleeting buses. I watched in despair as they rolled off the school parking lot and into the street, heading to bring all the other children back to their warm homes.

I had to stay after class to talk with a teacher about my work ethic or something and got stuck too late and the buses left. I was stuck in the middle of December with no ride home and over a mile walk. My parents couldn't get me, and all my friends to the bus, so I reluctantly squared myself and began the long trek home.

As I walked down the road I immediately regretted not bringing a heavier coat. The frigid wind chilled me to the bone and easily cut through my thin hoodie. I trudged along morosely as the sun dipped lower and lower into the sky. The wind never let up and soon began to howl, bringing with it a new batch of snow. As I walked, next to me loomed the huge, dark form of Blackwood Forest. Its ominous malevolence was the only thing separating me from my home, still so far away. If it were any other forest I would have taken it as a shortcut a long time ago, but Blackwood had an interesting history. Ever since the town was founded, strange things have happened in Blackwood. Witch covens, Bigfoot sightings, satanic rituals, murders, suicides, disappearances. You name it and it happened in that god-forsaken forest. To top it off, the local news anchor said that a serial killer might be somewhere in there. Fun.

The snow was coming down full force now; my teeth were chattering so fast, I was sure they would break. I hugged my hoodie close to my body to try to slow my violent shivering. I weighed my options. Keep on walking on the safe sidewalk and freeze to death, or take a shortcut through Blackwood and risk my neck tangoing with a serial killer. I prayed that lady luck was playing my hand and stepped off the sidewalk, and into the dark embrace of the trees.

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  As I trudged through the snowy path cut through the forest, I realized the sun was setting slowly, but surely. "Shit", I thought to myself. "How long have I been out here?". I heard a twig crack behind me. I whipped my head around and looked left and right a few times. I was about to call out if someone was there, but then I realized that's how the first person in a slasher movie dies. 

Me and my brother, Thomas, who is a year older then me, have watched just about every horror movie together. Thomas is like a horror movie expert. Even though I've watched about every movie with him, the ones that really stuck out to me were "Halloween" and "Friday the thirteenth" (part 2 of course).

Anyways, back to reality. I could hear something in the distance, branches breaking, something brushing against leaves. But to my pleasure, it sounded like it was moving away from me. I managed to find the main road, and follow it to my street. But the whole time I was in those dreaded woods, I felt almost as though I was being followed. 

"Tim!? Where have you been!? I was worried sick! I'm just glad Thomas found you before it got too dark". I could hear my mother lecturing me as I came in. I went up to my room, on the second floor, and flopped onto my bed. I was about to stick on my headphones when it hit me. My mother thought Thomas found me, which meant he had gone to look for me... Shit! Thomas is still in Blackwood!

That's chapter 1, everything above the break is my writing, and the rest of the story is Nick's.