The Entity's Realm

Chapter 3

Am I alive? I no longer know or care. I have tried to hike my way out of these forsaken woods to no avail. Multiple times I have tried to escape this fog and each time, I have come face to face with a nameless terror that stalks the darkness. A being in a human form. Even though I feel "human" is an exaggeration. A shadow of its former self. A horrid shadow.

It is a vast monster of a man with a hideous grin torn across the mask that keeps stalking my mind. He tracks us through this world. His devastating traps are hidden amongst the greenery. Extreme vigilance and a light step is essential in avoiding the clutches of this miserable smiling killer. I have but many times managed to get caught in one of these traps. Feeling how the blunt spikes grind my bones at the same time as that grin comes closing in. It is a constant battle between looking up and down.

I fear I cannot escape this place, nor the being stalking these woods. I have not yet managed to escape yet. However every time I am killed, I return to that dreaded campfire. One thing I have learned, is that silence is key it seems. 

I have also seen, this evil... thing. This thing, that I dubbed The Entity, is evil in its purest form. I find it hard to spot, but I can hear the cracking sound this loathsome thing emanates. Like a deity, it surrounds the area, closing in on me as this "Trapper" hunts me. It does not seem dangerous in itself. Not until you are caught and the monster hangs you from one of the abhorrent meathooks. I have ended up there over and over and every time I yearn for both release as well as escape. Pain melts with fear in a most horrid way. Yet I return to it, more or less every night. Once on the hook, the Entity takes over, pulling one upward to something else. It reaches out to pluck those who fall into it's path, bringing them to its hideous construct where it plays with their soul for all eternity. The Entity curses these innocents with an endless game of life and death. Each death brings an awakening into a fresh hell where the hunt begins again. I am but a puppet in this grim theater. 

It is getting to the time when I am beginning to contemplate my existence and the definition of reality. The isolation and repetition of deaths is getting to me. I cannot find a way to leave every time I enter that nightmare. 

What is reality? Is it just that you can taste, touch, smell, see and hear? Feel the pain as the cleaver slides in between your ribs? Taste the rusted iron tinged flavour of blood in your mouth and the smell of death as The Entity's claws lash down at you and devours your soul into tiny little microscopic fragments? Is it hope that drives me on? Hoping the next time will provide you with a true death, regardless of pain endured, or hope that there is a method to opening those intimidating iron doors on the corners of this chessboard. I yearn for some kind of escape. Be it death or life.