I threw out an old axe, and it came back.

Chapter:1 The Axe And The Deer.

This probably sounds cliche, but im being honest. I went on a trip to the mountains in Colorado. I took my granpa's old hatchet. I though it would be time for it to be buryed where he wanted. So i set off to the hills, and took my truck to an offroad part of the mountains. I found a nice hill, overlooking the meadow below. I was pretty tired. Instead of actually burying it, i threw at a tree, and it got stuck pretty high up. I come home, and head for bed because its late. I get up at night to get a glass of water to find the axe, hanging from the ceiling. At first, i though i was hallucinating. Then i touched it. It cut me, and the blood dripped down to the floor. I tried to pull it down, but it didnt budge. I felt my hand above for anything that was holding it up.

But thats the thing. It was levitating. Im not gonna lie, at this point i am pretty scared. I cant move it, or even turn it. Im going to check out more about it tomorrow. But im locking my door. If you guys have any ideas of what to please tell me. -

OKAY, skip that. I woke up and i found scratches on my door, and a hole in the middle. But the axe is still stuck in the kitchen, but its turning very slowly. I dont know why but its very eerie. Whenever i look at it, the blade points at me then it continues slowly spinning, clockwise. Im gonna have to get a new door.. I tried pushing the axe; and it moved a foot before flying back. It flew back with such force that it pushed me to the ground. I dont know what to do about it. On its handle, its getting new markings on it. They look Chinese or something.

But besides that, it started spinning rapidly after i touched the symbol. I dont feel safe about this; so ill rent a hotel and check in on it every so often. But i need to figure out how to get rid of it. Okay, another update. Since its 500 words minimum, ill keep updating this post. After messing around with it, it collapsed. I picked it up, and i felt a surge of power. To describe the feeling, it would be like.. pure adrenaline but modified to be the stongest drug out there. I cant let go of it.. Its stuck to my left hand, and it feels weightless. Its not a small hand axe. To clarify, its a 3 foot 9" blade axe. It could rip through skin in an instant with some sharpening. But its still very sharp. Its size shrinks when i make a fist around it, to about the size of a fork. But it hurts to move the hand because the blade is so sharp.. i dont know what to do about it. Is this something i was destine for? Like a prophesy? That would be cool.

But i dont think i live a fairy tail. Whenever i open my hand, it goes back to full size; but the blade becomes a lighter grey every time. I dont know what this means, but i realized something. Stuff in my house goes missing but returns in my room. Its only sharp things. Like knives, metal and the pointy rocks my uncle gave me from his tribe. We are a native American family, so these rocks arent uncommon to find. But these ones have symbols on them, and have, i think blood on them.

I threw the rocks into the fireplace, and put the metal back in the shop. Immediately after i left the shop i felt uneasy. And being the paranoid person i am, i ran inside. In my livingroom were the evascirated remains of a dears carcass. Im not one to be queezy to blood and stuff, but i threw up on the floor, and fell to my knees. I fell to my side, and fell unconscious. I woke up, to eyes, staring at me. I shriekded, and rolled over and got up. Im so scared. Its head, follows me. It just stares. Blood drips from its neck, but it doesnt hit the floor. It pools in the air under it. The head is cut up, and its eyes are rolled back into its head. I dont know how to deal with this. I tried to hide, but it finds me. When i try to run, it keeps its same slow speed. But i cant run forver. When i try to drive, its head appears in the back, and it goes limp. Ive tried everything. I even tried taking the ace to it, but it just goes right through. I hate waking up to it staring at me. I only noticed a fews hours ago that its blood dripped in symbols if it stays still. I dont know what they mean, but they are only there for a second. I woke up, this morning feeling strange. Like im not myself. The axe wasnt in my hand anymore, so thats a plus. I went into the bathroom to was my face, but what i saw wasnt me. It was this grey thing, with black eyes and glowing orange cuts across its face. I jumped back from the mirror, and slowly got up to look again. It was the same thing. I looked at my hands and arms. All flesh and skin. The carcass was gone, and i was suprised about that. I walked to he kitchen.

The head was on the floor, with the axe in it. I tried pulling it out, but its wedged in the floor. I wasnt in the mood to deal with these things today, so i went out to the shop. What concerned me is the rustling if the gravel outside, and the accsional hiss of a, motor? I went for lunch, in my house. Walking back, i turned and looked behind me. Some thing, a pale, hairy beast with deformed legs and arms and a hunched over body was running at me. It had my granpas face, but he looked furious. It stopped when i looked. But i didnt look for long, before i was running back into the house. It looked like a skinwalker, but somehow worse i dont get it. What is happening to me?