Stop Following Me

Pt.1

Hey, I'm Marcus. I'm 15 years old and from Chicago, Illinois. I want to tell you about what I did and what resulted of it.

It was only a year ago that this occurred, and I never saw my life the same way again.

I had been walking through the park one night with my buddies Jake and Austin, I don't remember why we started walking, we just did.

It wasn't until after about an hour or so, that we realised that we had strayed from the path that led through the small, but thick, woods. We decided it wasn't so late, so we kept walking forward.

Jake started walking a little faster than the me and Austin, as if he was being lured by some mysterious force or being. Whatever it was, it was leading him deeper and deeper into the small woods. "H-hey, what's that over there?" Said Austin, with a hint of worry in his voice. We stopped, we looked ahead was a small clearing, with a small metal sort of cabin standing at the far end of the clearing, it was a bit tilted, very rusty, and with a large broken window.

"Dude! Where are you going?!" I yelled, as I noticed that Jake had not stopped. It didn't work, Jake kept walking forward. Being worried I ran at him and shoved him to the ground, making him fall over. That did work.

"What the hell, man!? What was that for?!" He asked, completely startled by my action. "I-i was, uhm, you w-wer-" I was interrupted by Austin panting, saying "what the hell were you doing, dude!?. You were walking straight for that, thing ever there!" He pointed towards the metal cabin.

I stared at the door the way Jake had done while he was walking. I felt so intrigued by it. I don't know if my mind was playing tricks on me or not, but I thought I had seen a tall dark figure with small glowing red and blue eyes standing at the broken window. I shook my head trying to get rid of what was in my head. I looked back up to see nothing standing there. It must have been of my imagination. Well... That's what I thought for a while.

Still staring at the the small building, my thoughts were interrupted by Austin shaking my shoulder. "Hey dude, what time is it? I think it's gotten pretty late, we should head back now." I looked back at him and took out my phone, looking at the time. 10:37 p.m. it read. It looked like he was about to pass out. "Guys, we have to head back, now! My parents are going to kill me when they find out I'm out this late!" We all ran back to the park the way we came from, into the park.  We all took our separate ways after that.

I ran as fast as I could, back down to my house... but as I ran past a small bunch of trees, I started to slow down just enough to see what I thought I was seeing. I stopped completely, and took a few steps back in order to see it, as best I could. It was a tall, dark figure, with red and blue eyes that was covered in mud and what looked like dry blood. I stared at it for a while until it started to slowly inch forward into the light of light pole near it.

I thought it was creepy at first, but now, seeing it in the light, more clearly... It was terrifying. The thing I was looking at was very tall, but somewhat slouching, his face, I saw enough of its face to see it scarred from its right temple to its left cheek. It's cheek skin was dangling from its face, making its mandibles visible. And what I had presume was dry blood, was not just dry blood, but also fresh rotting flesh, which seemed to have used to patching what it was wearing. As I examined it more, I saw that it's hands were had chains around the wrists of this being. I followed the chains down to the other ends, where I saw small dogs hanging from them by their heads.

As I looked back at its face, one of his hands and beckoned me to come closer. Me, still being in my state of shock, took a step forward, making the creature smile, revealing large crooked sharp teeth with a tint of yellow and red in them. I shook my head harshly to get me back to my senses. When I stopped and looked at where it was standing, it was no longer at the side of the pole, it was standing in the road closer to me.

Being filled with complete fear, I ran down to my house as fast as my fear adrenaline let me. I made it to my house, I ran in side, slammed the door shut, and locked it. I fell tired from running onto the floor, panting.

My dad came into the doorway where I was sitting, "Where have you been, Marcus?! It's 10:53! You were supposed to be here nearly an hour ago!" He yelled, clearly angry but with some relief in his voice. "Sorry, me and the guys got lost in the woods, we wandered off the trail." He sighed and responded, "fine, just go to bed already it's late." "Yes, sir." I didn't dare mentioned what i saw at the edge of the the trees.

As I made my way back to my room, I thought about the that thing, what was it? What did it want? Whatever it was I don't want to encounter it again. All though, I knew deep inside, it wouldn't be the last time I see it.