Creepy Shorts/Sad Shorts

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My name is John. I'm a college student. I study at a local city which lives near mountains. It's snowy mountains by the way. I'm a mountain climber. I didn't climb much alone as I used to. I always climb with my friends. Because you know what they say, The More The Merrier right?

During breaks, we used to plan a hiking trip to mountains. We always gather our equipment and other stuff. It was fun really. Then my friend Jeff suddenly wanted to go hiking. On a rather strange day he picked out. He picked out at a horrible weather forecasted day. We told him we shouldn't go at that day, but we can't stop him. He only keeps persisting. Then we finally agreed to his decision.

Then we did. We started to get ready to the hiking trip. It was Friday. The 13th of June 2006.
When it did come to that day. He was right. It only rained a little then it stopped for a whole while.
I guessed we shouldn't doubt him after all huh? Weather forecast are sometimes wrong that's right alright.

Then we did go to the mountains. It was a cold chilly day. We gathered our hiking stuff and we climbed up in the mountain. there were six of us. When we did climb we got pretty far atop. We're almost miles away from the peak.

We had came upon what seems to be the most greatest view of our city! It was amazing! It was cool as the Northern Lights waving and shining with their bright color. We had gathered and rested. We drank water and Ate our food. Then we carried on.

As we were climbing up and up. It got quite really cold all the sudden. It's like the very wind is chilling the inside of you and your very soul is shivering with coldness.

Jeff said we can keep going on. It's only cold, but it's not harmful. But he was wrong...
Little did he knew that the weather would get so bad suddenly. While we did still climb on.
The wind was raging and howling. It cracked the ice between the mountain. We fell into a deep dark crevice inside the mountain.

To our worst fears, we were stuck. The howling raging wind is still cold as a whit coat of snow is your blanket and you're wearing nothing, literally nothing!

We were horrified. We didn't know what to do. We thought it's almost impossible to have help get towards us. Because we are trapped inside the crevice in the steep, shallow mountain. We did shot out a flare, but it didn't work.

We're scared, terrified, We have completely loss hope. I told my friends to stay determined. We shouldn't be hopeless! We still can manage this. We have 6 days worth of food!

Day 1:
So this was our first day surviving or living our first frosty hell. The blizzard went on, and on it didn't stop. We can't even see through it. The density of the fog is really thick. We didn't know how to keep ourselves warm, but we instantly found a way to do that. We figured out how to ration our food so we did. We are only allowed to eat during lunch and dinners. We could only get one at a time. We need to eat together, so we can't raise any suspicion that one of us is stealing. It went quite pretty well.

Day 2:
So this is our 2nd day. The blizzard still hasn't subsided. During surviving the chilling sub-zero temperatures of the mountain. We found a way to keep ourselves company. We still carry out the rules to our rations. I'm so glad I brought my journal and pen with me. Because if worst comes to worse. Please... If somebody found this... Please.. Tell my girlfriend and family I loved them. Then also whoever to us who died. I couldn't accept this reality that we will die like we shouldn't really exist in the first place. All the memories that have been made. I'm scared....

Day 3:
Our food almost ran out. We got into a fight with each other. It was horrible. To our conclusions we didn't blame anyone anymore because the conflict will never end. So we just rather blamed the wolves. But to my realization, it wasn't just wolves. I forgot this mountain was also quite haunted. Due to it's shallowness. A creature called the Wendigo lives here. I didn't told my friends, because they'd just grow into suspicion with me and I'm filled with nonsense. Who knows maybe if I did tell them they would panic greatly.

Day 5:
2 days have passed. No food, no water. We were stuck to our last dying chilling, frosty breath. The blizzard still hasn't even subsided. I'm hungry. Thirsty too. And I fear.... That they, my friends themselves too! Our having the same feeling as I am. The lust for food. The hunger consumes us.
I'm getting scared. I'm getting scared to accept this reality that was once "Live your life to the fullest" To "It's either Kill or Be Killed" I can't, I don't want to lose the bonds between us friends. The memories we've made... I'm scared.. God if you're in there. Please help us.... Please...

Day 6:
It was a cold chilly night. People might be warm and relaxing to their homes with a hot coco lying in their comfortable living room, oh the luxurious life they have. I don't know what to do anymore. One of our friends fainted out because of hunger and frostbite. We were getting frostbite too. Just days away till hypothermia kicks in. Then noises were heard throughout somewhere. Through our hunger we couldn't sleep. We couldn't even lift a single muscle. Our body is as stiff as stone.

Then that time came. The time where I have feared. The "Kill or Be Killed" one.
Oh how I've feared and waited for this day! Finally! I can drive out my lust and hunger and stop this eternal damnation of hell! But I still didn't I grew with guilt of killing my beloved friends.
Then they did. They did instead. It was horrifying. They killed our friend Jeff! They ate him. They ate him to their hearts content! It was horrifying. I got scared. I closed my eyes, fearing for what I have seen.
Then the next morning came.

To our hopelessness. God, has finally granted our desperate wish. Help... Help came...

Some people helped us. There was the noise of the helicopters. Then my friends filled with happiness and joy. Jumping and reaching out their hands. While I was there. Rotting with the merciless cold. Then a person came picked me up. I got unconscious by then.

I had a dream. A beautiful enchanted dream. A dream where I was completely filled with happiness and joy. Then suddenly... Everything went red, the moon was blood red. Then I saw Jeff standing in front of me. His image was terrifying! It shocked me to death! He came whispering sudden words to my ear. "Time to wake up"

Then I did woke up.
Shouting, I was completely traumatized. I got out of control. The nurse and my friends was stabilizing me. Then I fell unconscious again.

The moment when I woke up again. I was alone in the room. I arise myself up and sat and lean my back against the bed. Covering my head. Vivid images still flashing towards my very eyes. Blood, gushing blood. It utters to everywhere I looked.

Then a doctor came. He spoke to me. He told me that we were the once who survived and the other one called Jeff is missing. To the sudden name I just heard I can't utter any words I could say. Through the traumatization. I only say the number.. 8.

I keep repeating those words when it came to my memory about that horrible things that happened.

"8...8....8...."