Horror Stories(Creepypasta)

13☆Slithers

Another story! Warning:gore(I mean you should expect stuff like this in a horror book)??

Enjoy~ :)

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Arthur had just come home from a week of restful camping with his two best friends. The three of them had been planning the trip months in advance due to the ever growing toxic work environment that was created with their new supervisor.

Arthur was particularly excited when the three of them had planned the trip, mainly because going out into the woods had always put his mind at ease.

When Arthur was a child, he would go on trips in the great outdoors with his father. The two of them would live off the land for a week or so, despite the fact that it would always make Arthur's mother worry sick about the two of them alone in the woods.

Arthur could never understand what made his mother so worried when they would leave, because Arthur and his father would regularly take a trip into the woods every last week of July.

The camping trip was planned to give Arthur a final sense of freedom before the school year started in September. The reason why they didn't take the trip in August was because that month was reserved for getting all the supplies and clothes Arthur would need for school, and the two of them wouldn't be able to plan anything for the month.

The final sense of freedom he felt when him and his father went on those trips is the reason he loved them so much. Arthur and his father would lie underneath the warm July night sky and point out the constellations as they appeared to them. Arthur's father would explain the stories behind the groups they found, being an avid star gazer.

As the summer night would become darker, more constellations would present themselves, almost like they were brave enough to fill the night sky with their presence and majesty.

As a child Arthur would always wonder why he could see each contellation so vividly when him and his father were out in the woods, as opposed to when he would look through his telescope at home.

His childish self would think that the stars were too afraid of being seen by people to come out over cities, in fact, he figured that the bright lights of the city were scaring them away.

The notion that the stars were afraid of humans was a funny thought to the 23 year old Arthur, but sometimes he felt that living in the ignorance of youth of the topic might have been better.

Arthur entered his small studio apartment with a sigh of remorse as his mind started to fill with the overbearing reality of being an adult. Entering his cramped little living room, Arthur kicked off his muddy boots causing them to launch off his feet and up against the door.

Arthur threw his backpack onto his vomit colored couch nestled up in the corner against the two thin, tan colored walls that made up part of his living space.

The thought of being home was both refreshing and dismal at the same time, mainly because he never felt like this building was his home; he felt more home out in the wilderness than he did in his own apartment. The idea that Arthur felt more at home outside was a depressing thought, but he couldn't really do anything about that except for what he would usually do when he felt this way.

Arthur crossed the beige carpet and entered his kitchen to seek out what he now craved most dearly. Opening up the fridge, he reached in and grabbed a bottle of his favorite beer from the side shelf before twisting the cap off with little resistance.

Arthur brought the cold bottle up to his anticipating lips but stopped short after feeling a sudden pain on the front of his left leg. Small pricks of pain began to make its way up Arthur's leg, but it wasn't a particularly deep pain.