Little Cup of Horror

The Forest...

There was a forest behind my blue house. It was the same forest my father and I would go to when I was little, but when my mother became sick we slowly began to stop going back there. I felt bad for my mother becoming ill, but I also wanted to go to the woods back there. I remember father told me to never go into the forest by myself, so everyday I would ask him to go in there with me. He would always tell me no. Sometimes he would come up with some lie so he wouldn't wouldn't feel as if he wasn't say no. As a child I never question my father; however, the older I got the more I realized after mother died that he would wander off into the forest all by himself.

I am twenty-five now, and living out in the city. Until, I got phone call saying that my father has gone missing, and the last person to see him watched him walk off into the forest was my friend, Darryl. I fear what I might find, but his my father. I have to find him.

After meeting up with the police and talking with Darryl,my friend and a search and rescue member, we headed out into the forest ready to find my, beloved, father.

As we walked for a while yelling his name we got no answer. I felt worried as if I knew something was about to happen. The sight of the trees began to make my skin crawl and my hands grip tightly around my arms. The trees felt as if they were closing in on me, and the air was beginning to become stale and dry.

"You okay?" asked Darryl walking beside me. It was clear how uneasy I was about all of it. He placed his hand onto my shoulder to comfort me. "It's alright. I'm right here and I won't leave you."

"I'm fine," I answered trying to hide my worry, but what he had said was of some comfort. However, a part of me felt as if it wasn't true. I think what I feared the most about that forest was the memories of the stories my father would tell as we walked through it.

"They're just stories." I whispered to myself as I forced myself to walk forward.

Darryl stayed behind me as he called for my father.

Maybe I was being silly but before I knew it I saw something falling from the trees. They were leaves. It didn't make sense why the leaves would be falling so soon, especially during the summer.

As I turned around I saw the other far behind us begin to lay down on the ground. One by one I watched as all of them just lie down on the ground right underneath their feet and leave their eyes wide open. "What's going on?" I thought as I soon found myself laying down on the ground falling asleep.

When my eyes opened I was could see the leafs still gently falling as if it was the start of fall. It was strange, yet I felt safe in this odd setting. Before I knew it, I got myself up to my feet and began to walk deep into the woods. As I walked I could hear screaming. It seemed that the screams were coming from behind me, yet I feared to turn around and see if there was anyone there. The farther I got the quieter their cries became. However, the screams were soon replaced with whispers that sounded to be right in my ears.

"No!" screamed a familiar voice behind me.

It happened within seconds. The ground was no longer under my feet, and I was falling. Then in one blink I was now at the bottom of a cliff looking up the same cliff I had fallen from, and I could just barely see Darryl standing on the edge looking down at me with eyes so wide that the air was cold.

As I laid there I began to hear a woman singing a song that sounded so soft and gently. It made the air feel warm. I forced myself to turn onto my side and I began to crawl. As I crawled dirt and grass began to fill my cut opened stomach, and my shattered legs were being dragged behind me with shards of bones cutting through them.

I couldn't help it. I had to go to the pretty voice singing. I had to I just had too.

"How the hell! She's still alive and crawling away somehow!" cried Darryl.

As I crawled deeper and deeper I pulled myself over sharp jagged rocks that only make my stomach rip farther open. I could still her singing her soft toon.

I have to find her!

My hands were bleeding with rocks, dirt, wood, and so much more were underneath my nails digging deeper into my skin. It wasn't hurting. It felt like it tickled more or less. When I reached forward I saw a group of deer that looked at me then bolted as quickly as they could. All the animals in the around ran from me, and I wasn't sure why.

I forced myself onto my legs, and I was able to walk again! However, each step I took was a little wobbly and there was a warm feeling running down my legs. It felt like spiders or maybe needles.

I couldn't help it, but I began to laugh as if there was something funny. I looked down at my decrepit body and began to laugh even harder than before. I was laughing so hard that my lungs began to bleed and my mouth was slowly filling with blood.

"I told you not to go into the woods alone." said my father standing before me.

"I didn't come here alone." I answered.

"Yes, you did. Darryl is dead. All of them were killed in the fire. I killed the whole village after your mother died. I couldn't help it. You were the only one who lived. I couldn't kill you. No matter what she told me. She has no say over how I kill you not now. Not ever!" Said my father as he had a meat cleaver in his hand walking towards me.

"Daddy?" I asked but at that moment everything was becoming black and my legs were becoming weak. With the last of my vision I saw the arms that looked female beginning to wrap around me and tightening around me like a snake around its prey.

Everything then went away like it had never happened and my eyes never opened again.