HORROR DIARY: CreepyPasta

CreepyPasta #2: WHAT WAS LEFT BEHIND (Part 3)

Rule Four: Don't let it catch you.

We took turns trying to sleep.

Jason spent his time on watch playing games on his phone while I slept with my sickle in hand. I didn't care at all he was distracted; this was all pretty grueling.

He woke me up before dawn for my turn on watch. I spent my time pretty much as he had while the quiet world around woke.

When the first light peaked through the cracks of the shed, I breathed a sigh of relief that the night was over. I reminded myself soon after that this would mean nothing should we not be able to escape this place; that we must try again to get back to the pickup. At least we now knew that this place was safe from Mr. Gallagher, or whatever that thing was. We had some sanctuary from whatever haunted this place.

I stayed put in the shed until mid morning, letting Jason sleep a little longer than what I did. It seemed perfectly safe to let him do so at this time.
When I woke him, he resumed watch and I slept until midday to catch up.

When I to came to, Jason was nowhere in the shed. In fact he had opened the door and done a few laps around the house, looking for any signs of anyone or anything from the night before.
I tucked the sickle in my belt. That thing was coming with me from now on and went to look for him.

I found him on the steps of the front porch, stretching him self up to see into the distance, to see the truck.

He said he still didn't see anything.

We were exhausted and long past alarmed.

This didn't look good for us.

We drank as much water as what was palatable and ate a couple of mints and some more skittles. Not that we had much in the way of rations to begin with, but these were almost gone.
My stomach growled constantly. It had been a while since I recalled being hungry and I now felt a strong appreciation for what was on the other side of the grass barrier.

We tried, after much hesitation, going through the long waves of grass again.
The field was calm with no malice during the day and concealed no darkened shapes or whispers for us.

It did, however continue its trick and always delivered us on the backside of the house when we left from the front. It also took us to the front when we left from the backside of the house.

I even tried cutting at it with the sickle.

The blade on it was surprisingly sharp even though the rest of it was terribly weatherworn.

This was concerning, as it was as if someone had maintained and sharpened them recently, reasonably we knew this couldn't be.

When we went to collect one for Jason we found this was the same for the rest of the tools in the shed.

After this disturbing revelation, we made an attempt to hack at the grass.

We would get a few yards in before we unintentionally looked away from our progress and when we turned back the grass was there again.

Once we got twenty yards in, with Jason cutting the path to the front and myself watching the back.

I though we had almost made it out, but then the grass at the perimeter to the house folded in from either side closing in on us again.

When this happened we shat ourselves and dashed in the opposite direction until we found the house again.

We waited a little while before trying again.