Demon Siblings

Creepypasta Story

A|N: The Demon Siblings In The Woods

-Sam's Pov-

It all started when me and two of my closest friends Perry and Trevor went camping in the woods.

The three of us always enjoy going camping durng summer break when we don't have school. It was the last day of school as we started making plans for the summer.

Perry then stated we should do camping at Limestone Woods for a few days.

Trevor and I agreed. But little did any if us knew...

This would be the last time any of us would go camping...ever again.

A little while later, we started up camp.

It was already too dark to see and only source of light we had was from the campfire and our flashlight.

Stupidily enough...We only bought one.

We were going to get ready for bed inside our tents when Perry said he's going to the bathroom.

We shrugged and let him go.

At first, I felt worried that we shouldn't have let him go. Because he left without getting the flashlight and like I said before, it was too dark to see.

But Trevor said he'll be fine.

I wanted to protest but all I did was nod and got ready for bed.

I was begging to close my eyes when...

???: AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

I heard Perry screamed.

Trevor said he's probably playing a prank on us but I wish I could believe him because the screams got louder.

I looked at Trevor and now he looked worried and concern.

We left our tents and went to go look for Perry.

I had the flashlight so I was in front with Trevor following close behind.

We both called out to Perry hopping he'll respond.

No answer. So Trevor spoke angrily.

Trevor: Hey man! Where are you! Quit messing with us!

But some reason...I wanted to believe Perry was messing with us. In the back of my head. I felt like this was no prank.

All of a sudden, I hear voices.

I asked Trevor: "Hey. Do you hear that?"

He nods with a look of horror.

However, none of the voices belong to Perry.

We...were not the only ones there in these woods.

I now felt scared, worried, and concern for Perry.

I looked at Trevor knowing he felt the same.

We continue for what felt like minutes searching for Perry but still no sigh of him.

Heck. We couldn't even see our campsite anymore.

Then Trevor bumped into a tree not looking where he was going and grunted in pain. He looked and saw a picture taped to the tree.

We both examined it and our hearts dropped.

It was a picture of a small girl. About 6-7 years old. She had black hair tied to high pigtails. Her other appear once frightened us the most. Her skin was very pale. Her eyes were hollow black and her teeth were razor sharp. There was also writing on the picture. All caps, written in blood. It said: