Horror

Greg part 3

"So this one takes place back when I first became a ranger up here. It was my rookie year."

"Exactly how long ago are we talking here, Ranger Bob?" asked Jenny.

"Oh, about 32 years ago."

"Sppppff!" I spewed some beer out of my mouth at that statement.

Ranger Bob only looked like he must have been in his mid thirties. Maybe. (Cause even mid thirties is pushing it here, he looked not much older than myself, hell I think he looked younger than me.)

"Goddamn, just how old are you?" asked Andy

"Why you trying to get in his pants you little fruit?" Rodney belted in jest

"Oh yeah, grandpa just gets me rock hard, nothing harder than the stone age baby," replied Andy. We all laughed. Ranger Bob didn't answer the question though. He just continued his story.

"Anyway the year was 1980, hippies were still around, metal was rising, and disco was dying as they say. But I was sitting right here, right where we are now."

"Sitting? Is that all you rangers do, Ranger Bob?" asked Christian.

"Hahaha, no. I was sitting here being lectured by the ranger leader at the time about park policy, when these two beautiful dread-locked hippie girls jumped in the water and started swimming. I was eye fucking them and they were eye fucking me right back."

"Wait the two hussies went swimming in the middle of winter?" retorted Jenny

"No, it was summertime then. Context, girl, context. Anyway the ranger leader noticed that I wasn't paying attention to him and told me to put my pecker out of my mind for 5 fucking minutes. You see during the summer this place is packed, but even with people milling about everywhere I noticed these two hippie gals. Anyway, after this motherfucker's lecture I walked up to the water's edge and pulled down my sunglasses to view these two beauties better."

"I suddenly feel less comfortable around you, Ranger Bob," Jenny joked. We all laughed.

"So for the rest of that day, my patrol route just happened to coincidentally follow these two women. At least that was going to be my story had any of the other rangers asked."

"Ninja Bob," Joey said. again eliciting a laugh from the group.

"What happened next, Ninja Bob?" joked Christian.

"Well I noticed the girls slip off onto one of the smaller side trails the leads off into the deep woods where not many people venture. naturally being a horny dork, I followed...at a distance. They rounded a bend and...I lost them."

"Ah shit, I was hoping for a Dear Penthouse story, not an M. Night Shamylan shit ending," I responded.

"Hold on now, that's not the end of the story. I lost two fine pussies, but as I followed the bend. i could see some structure of in the deep part of the woods. It was made out of stone and looked like an old Spanish castle. I found it curious that none of the other rangers ever mentioned this castle. It seemed like something of note. If nothing else I thought I should check it out and at least see if it was safe for another tourist attraction. As I begin to walk toward it I smelled rotting meat. Like dead animals.

"Fucking great," I thought to myself.

"Some little bastard has been poaching out here."

I kept walking toward it, though. Then I got this sinking feeling in my stomach, like when you were a kid and you would lie awake at night in your room because you could swear the closet door was open a little less than when lied down. You know what I'm talking about?" We nodded.

"Then I panicked. I turned around because I could feel it, I mean something was following me. And when I turned around there was nothing there; the woods were still. But then my stomach sank to my knees this time, Because I realized I could no longer see the path.

"Calm down," I told myself.

I walked a straight line here. So a straight line will get me back through all this thick brush right? I just kept telling myself not to panic, and eventually I mustered up enough courage to keep moving toward the castle.

The walk there seemed longer than it should have been when I noticed the castle from the path. I also noticed it the light getting dimmer as I moved closer.

"It's just how thick and big these trees are," I told myself.

Then I did it. I reached the doorway of the castle. I call it a castle because it had the same structure as a castle but it was smaller than any of those you see in movies. The stone was tan and sandy. The place looked in rough and ragged shape. There was no door. It was just an open rectangular entry point. It looked pitch black on the inside, at least that's how it looked from where I was standing at the doorway. That's when I heard it. It was a soft faint hiss but I heard it. It whispered my name.

"What the hell Ranger Bob?" Andy replied.

"Sshhh," Jenny hushed him. "Let him finish, I love scary stories."

"It was both extremely frightening and comforting at the same time. That's when I realized it was the voice of my mother. Well, close to the voice of my mother at least. There was something off about it. Something...not quite human sounding. like it was forcing the words out."

"Oh fuck me," I said.

"That's when I stepped inside-"

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT!!?" I shouted. We all laughed.

"Way to break the tension you piece of shit!" jested Rodney as he light-heartily threw a clump of snow at me as if he were actually angry.

"Oh, hell. It's 11:30. I better get back to the ranger's cabin and do my fucking reports," Ranger Bob exclaimed.

"No, no, no, finish your story!" said Joey.

"Please, Ranger Bob," Jenny said with a fake flirty smile.

"Sorry guys, but it's a fucking mile and a half walk back to the cabin from here, and I want to sleep tonight. But, I tell you what- I'll finish it tomorrow, I promise," said Ranger Bob.

"Also there is supposed to be a cabin curfew of 2 am here, so please try to get back before then. But if you are out a little late I won't tell." He began to trot off.