Short Creepy Stories

The Carver

I loved to camp. It felt great to just get away from it all and to relax in the woods with a fire and tent. I would always go alone because I felt more at peace by myself.
It was getting late and my fire was still cracking Or...so I thought. The cracking was not coming from the sticks in the flames. They were coming from someone walking on sticks. They were so close and I thought I could hear heavy breathing. I stood up and grabbed my gun, pointing it out into the dark woodland.
"Who's there?" I said to whoever or whatever it was, "Show yourself."
The footsteps stopped. I kept my gun in place and I could feel my breath start to shake in fear. Just then, I heard the footsteps start to walk away, slowly. They soon drowned out and I, still shaky, sat back down on the ground by the fire.
I soon got sleepy and went into my tent, leaving my fire to burn out. I got tucked into my sleeping bag and listened to the crickets until I closed my eyes and started to drift off. Just as I thought I was going to go to dreamland, all the noises stopped. I could hear no crickets. It was so silent until foot steps broke it. I could hear them getting closer, and closer, and closer. I listened, my eyes wide in fear.
"It's that thing again," I kept telling myself. I didn't dare move.
Just then the thing started to laugh. It was a low laugh that soon grew higher into a screeching unbareable sound. I covered my ears and started to cry. I saw the outline of a long blade start to caress the outside of my tent as the laughter continued.
"This is where I'm going to die," I thought to myself. I only saw death beyond this point.
Just then my tent started to unzip. I closed my eyes and didn't dare open them. My ears were still plugged and my tears kept streaming down my cheeks. The tent finally unzipped all the way and I could hear the laughter dying down. I heard the thing lean in and felt it get close to my face. It's breath was fowl and I felt it's blade caress my cheek.
"Open your eyes," it said in a crackly whisper. "I said open them! Watch me carve into your flesh and finish a masterpiece. I promise it'll be worth it."
I still never opened them. I felt something warm and wet caress my face. I cringed as I knew it was a tongue.
"Why don't you open them?!" It shouted. I felt its blade make a small slice in my cheek as it yelled. Everything was silent for what seemed like hours. It wouldn't budge and neither would my eyes. Finally I felt the thing lift away from my face and I heard it let out a low laugh again until it led to the horrible screeching noise. I plugged my ears harder than before and kept my eyes closed, like my life depended on it. Finally the screeching ended and I heard it's heavy breathing and it finally said "I'll be back to carve you. Some day...some day..." and then with those words, it disappeared back into the woods.
I finally opened my eyes and started to sob. How was I alive? Why didn't that thing kill me? Why did it want to carve into my flesh and make me watch?
Those questions have never been answered and I have never gone camping again. I have named that thing The Carver, knowing that it might come back for me, as it had promised.