On a dark, dangerously lonely night, a young couple were driving down Dark Wood Lane. It was 12:18 am, pitch black and the sky was crying tears of hailstones mixed with rain. The couple, Eleanor and Louie, were on their way home in their bright blue Land Rover;They had never been this far away from their home town, Mystic Falls, before.They were both 22 years old, and still had a long life to live.
Suddenly, their car started juddering. In the middle of the road, the car came to a complete stop, dead. "I think we've run out of fuel, dear," Louie stated,"I'll go and find help".
Slowly, his shivering hand reached out and grasped the car door. "No, don't leave me! It's too creepy alone here!" the frightened young Eleanor exclaimed.
"Don't worry, I won't be long". He leaned over to his beloved girlfriend, kissed her on the cheek, and exited the car.
Five minutes had passed, nothing. 7 minutes, still no sign of him. 15 minutes had passed, and he still hadn't returned. This was starting to worry poor Eleanor.
"BANG, BANG!" Something or someone was hitting the roof of the car. "W-who's there? Louie, is that you? Don't try to scare me like that! It's not funny." She was terrified, and felt vulnerable, but she knew she had to be brave. Slowly, she reached out towards the car door. She gripped the handle, her hand slipping slightly from her clammy palms. Cautiously, she pushed the door open. As she stepped out, rain lashed her like a whip. She pulled up her hood and looked up...
"AHHHHHH!!!"'She shrieked, shaking the ground. The young woman had no words for what was in front of her, it was so horrific it was unbearable. She felt tears run gracefully down her rainsoaked pale face, as if they were lost. That was exactly how she felt. There was a woman in front of her, wearing a long fur coat. She had beady bloodshot dark eyes, they were emotionless, each a black hole leading nowhere. She was holding a lengthy wooden stick, with thin red liquid running down it that could only be described as blood. Fresh blood. On the top of the stick was something so petrifying she stood there, openmouthed, shocked, speechless. She plucked up the courage to ask "W..what is that? Wha..what have you d..d..done?" Then she realised. It was a head. Louie. Louie's head. "W..why? You e..e..evil...". Tears started running down her face like tsunami tides, unstoppable. Poor soul, she had no idea what was coming. She heard the murderous torturer murmur something. "You will be next". Eleanor was never seen again.
Some say that when you drive down Dark Wood Lane, you can hear Eleanor's screams, trying to escape her terrible fate. It is deserted, and people who manage to find themselves there never return, they meet the same fate. Beware, child, if you ever come across an isolated road with supposedly no name in the northwest of England, be warned, because when you drive down Dark Wood Lane, you will never return. You will meet the same end as the poor young souls in this tale. Beware, you could be her next victim.....
-Authors Note-
Hey guys! It's Chloeearlxoxo here, hope you enjoyed my story! If you liked it and want to read more horror, let me know in the comments and I'll write more, we could even collaborate! Feel free to suggest things, and vote if you liked it! Love youssss😘🌸💋xxxxxx
