Dílis Fuil~Faithful Blood {creepypasta}

4:Some fun in the woods...

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Basically im writing this a 1:00am because.....idek.😂Anywho i hope your day has been great.
Sorry for waisting your time on this authors note lol
The stuff up top is a meme and my fav youtuber 🤷‍♀️have fun i guess.... bai👋

Well damn, not posted in years. Sorry :/ heres the update guys!!!
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Ive been wondering around these woods for a while...maybe about 3 hours? The feeling of being scrutinised hasn't left. Dexter ran back as soon as i entered the woods i think, it doesn't bother me.

The fact that this forest is apparently haunted or demon infested is all anyone hears about, yet here i am.
To be honest this walk has been pretty calming. It began to feel so relaxing i started to doubt the amount of sanity i had left.
There aren't any birds in the trees.
No living animals but deer.
You can smell blood but it was so faint im surprised I actually noticed the metallic scent. The trees had rusty iron nails stabbed into almost all of them with remains of shredded parchment hanging of it.
"im going crazy..."i mutter absent-mindedly.
Eventually, after walking so far i sit down against a tree, unknowingly waiting for something.

What? you may ask...well to be completely honest i have no idea.

I start playing with the idea that im going to get killed here, no one would notice, no one would really care, it wouldn't affect anyone and it would be around a month before people would look for me. Maybe if it was the other way around? What if i was the one to kill someone here? Depending on the person it would be fairly easy, and i'd never get caught if i cover my tracks well enough and due to my antisocial behaviour it'd be almost impossible for me to get suspected....
"This is getting morbid" i whisper under my breath. "maybe i should write a song about my feelings."Putting my voice in a ear-bleedingly high tone on the second sentence. Not able to hold in my laughter of what i just said my cackling bounces around the forest echoing slightly making the place more eerie.

*Anyone here would be pretty creeped out by whats happening*i ponder gazing at the trees surrounding me.

"Hehehe what do we have here?"I murmur in a crazed tone, flicking the black pocket knife id been reaching for all day- open after slipping it from my pocket.

Gaining some inspiration i stand up and stretch pulling my arms behind my head and yawning quietly.
Then drifting over to the tree in front of me i dreamily drag the knife across the bark creating little faces all over, ranging from sad to happy, dead to screaming.... maybe a couple of wendigos in the mix.

Blowing away some of the remaining pieces i take a step back to admire the work, the tree now looking like a creepy childish shrine of sorts
Ive always liked wendigos, they have strangely been a favourite creature of mine since way long then i can remember.
They're always disrespected and even though they have an vicious uncontrollable thirst for human flesh and that they are technically cannibals they are still looked down on. Even if they are feared.
Most of the time things like this scare people so I probably shouldn't be shocked... tilting my head slightly i inspect the other carvings.

Being me has its struggles, i cant fully comprehend emotions. I might be feeling an emotion i wouldnt know but mostly its just blankness...except the insanity, that is on another radar entirely.
I suppose i have a habit of analysing people, putting their habits and emotions in categories, learning their movements to add them to my own. So most of the time the 'emotions' i show aren't real, just copied movements from others.

After blankly staring at my art for the next 5 minutes deeply thinking. Unintentionally not blinking.
I hear a cough behind me.
I blink multiple times to get out of my daze and turn my head to the side first then my body, moving slowly and precisely. Hiding my pocket knife behind my back in a graceful movement.
Behind me is a guy in a white (slowly-turning-grey) hoodie and black worn out jeans. The hoodie is covered in a red substance ,which im guessing is blood, and his hood is up covering all his face. *Ah well its a fashion choice* shrugging internally
"Hello." I speak blankly only now just realising my voice is weirdly deep but not in the least affected by his clothing choice. "i like your hoodie, where d'you get it?" My face expressing slight boredom but mostly nonchalance, just staring straight at the guys hood since i cant see his face.
All i get is awkward silence and a slight choke/gasp/cough from the guy across from me. Sounds like he didn't expect that reaction.
My eyes widen slightly in realisation after going over his clothing again.
"Oh-my-decapitated-heads your Jeff the killer...." i mutter in utter awe, only being able to cover it a small amount.
'Huh..?' I hear him say gruffly and look up slightly making me see part of his bloody smile the ripped skin on his cheeks barely visible.
The corners of my mouth slowly pick up at the sight until im grinning psychotically like the Cheshire cat. I step forward a couple of times -him stepping back once in turn and me consciously making sure that im in his personal space to make him feel uncomfortable. The smell of blood stronger now, as well as the small hight difference. Him only about a quarter of an inch taller, me being around 5'8? ((A/N Idk the concept of hight))

I lift my shaking hand up, barely being able to contain my excitement as i slowly reach to pull his hood down, treating him as if he was a scared deer. I grasp the top of his hood and pull it down so it rested against his shoulders. Our noses now almost touching i stare gleefully into his ever open eyes.
*Is he shocked? No i'd definitely say stunned.* chuckling coldly in my mind.
My grin seems to get impossibly wider,

'Hey' I whisper in dark amusement.
'Um hello.' He mutters, still too stunned to fully believe this is happening it seems. I ignore his stupor and look down to his smile. Fascinating.
Putting His chin between my index finger and thumb, apathetically dismissing his attempt to hold in a flinch. I move my eyes across his smile from one ear to the next, examining the ripped skin and almost noticeable cheek muscles in between the sides of the cuts.
'Intriguing' i murmur under my breath, my smile now gone instead being replaced by inept concentration....

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Thanks for reading so far everyone! Hope you enjoyed this update, starting the next very very soon.

I want to change the name of this story so if any of you have any ideas it'd be a great help! 😁

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