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Eyes sewed shut

I am currently 17, and I have a story that crosses 4 years of my life. Backstory: So I live in a small town in southern Ontario, there's lakes all around and a creek with multiple canals nearby (a famous one being the blue ghost tunnel, about a 20 min drive away from my house). Now this story takes place not in the tunnel, but at the creek.

I was 13 when I started to hike and bike these trails, mostly with my friends from elementary, however they haven't seen what I've seen at such a young age. Anyways one day in the middle of July, I was riding my mountain bike down some of the more dangerous and thrilling trails of this section. And whilst on this ride, I come across an old man. I look back at the trail for a moment, and then he was gone. I figured I was just dehydrated, so I took a moment to stop at an old broken bridge nearby (I knew these trails off by heart by then). It was then when I got this sensation. I spiked with energy, the hairs on my neck and arms shot straight up. I looked around, and nothing was out of the ordinary. That is, until I looked in the one place I should've about half an hour earlier, and that was behind me. The same old man, about 20 meters away, but something was off. He had eyes, however I now noticed they were sewed shut. His arms locked in a thick rope as well as his legs. I was a mere second from calling out, when all of a sudden he let out a horrid, deafening scream, as if the whole world itself just let out a painful bellow as it's own life ended. Then the man shuffles towards me. Now this isn't the normal shuffle you'd expect. No, this was fast. Inhuman. As if the bondages weren't there, he moved seamlessly between sapling and over roots. I grab my bike and hightail it the hell out of that spot. I told my friends and family, but none of them believed me. They said it was too far fetched for anything of that sort to even happen. But I stuck to my world and never went back alone. For the next year or so, I went with my two friends (Thomas and Owen), and we all brought our knives just in case. We always had them in our bag, but now we had them in our pocket or socks (they did this cause they felt bad I guess, they still thought I was crazy). I asked my friends if they wanted to see the spot I saw the man, and they agreed. Chuckling and making jokes about how a coyote might come for me. I scolded them. "If you saw what I saw that day on the bank, you would've wished you were never born." They laughed louder. Then suddenly, a snap. We looked in the direction, but nothing was there. We turn around then hear a loud thump. We all stared dumbfounded. There was the old man, eyes sewed shut, hands tied, as well as legs bonded, except this time there was a rope (a noose, specifically) around his neck. This time, we weren't scared as bad so we examined the area for a bit longer. After my two dumbass friends said that he committed suicide, I pointed out that for that to happen, he would have to have his legs and hands untied, and the branches on the great pine tree wouldn't support him. We all draw our knives out when another snap is heard. We look around. Again, nothing, but we didn't stick around to see if it would rain bodies. On our way back, I swore to have seen that old man, standing behind a tree, with an almost inhuman smile, quite literally from ear to ear. And just at that moment, the front tire on my bike snaps the axel in the middle. I freak out, toss my bike off the trail and down the hill, and ran as fast as my little legs could take me. Two years later, at age 15, two months away from my birthday, we are heading down a long windy hill road the crosses the creek, just before the big trails. On our way out, I kept my eyes glued to my iPod, hoping not to see any glimpse of my living nightmare. Luckily I didn't, until our way back. It was pitch black, and we've been out for about 4 hours at this point, when we're turning and heading back up the hill near the creek, when there he was. But this time no smiles were seen. Instead it was emotionless. Stationary. Like he was a statue. I shot the finger, the cold and tired to give a shit. Now only in the past year or so have I started running the trails again. Even tho I never wanted to head back, my running coach used an Under Armour app to log our runs, and just so happens mine and a friends in the running club had to run the 5k down, and then 5k back to the field. Right. Past. The spot. I begged and pleaded but my coach said "Well i guess you better get your asses running you see him. You do that and you may break your time!" He cackled. This wasn't normal. Nervous but ready to run, we take off. 1K. 2K. 3K. The pine tree. Then boom. It happens. The old man slams into a tree just behind me, missing me by millimetres. I shout at my friend to book it. He was faster than I, so he kept checking on me as I sprinted with the man behind me. He looked horrified. As if happiness wasn't a thing. I screamed "WHAT?!?" With barely any breath left, I glance back. The stitches in his eyes were ripped out, revealing black eyes, like the abyss. His giant teeth dripping with blood. However it wasn't the blood that scared me. It was the heart in his mouth, surrounded in massive spikes for teeth. After seeing this, absolutely ready to die, I push it. Faster. Faster. And faster. Blinded by tears of fear, I run unknowingly into the woods. I recognize the spot however, it's the path 5 minutes from my house. Right down to the trail. Then I trip. While tumbling back down the hill, I catch the slightest image of That Man, chancing me. The only way I could think to get rid of him was swim. Looking at the creek, I sprint full speed (or as fast as I could after that death run) toward the water, jumping at the bank. I dive directly to the bottom of the bank, and sure enough the old man followed, expect he Instantly sank, as if pure steel. 1000 Kilos of steel is more like it. As I went back to the edge of the water, I look back, and there was my running coach, hands and legs tied, massive grin from ear to ear, floating down the creek, screaming how Thomas has the most tender heart of all, how Madison's was tough, and how much he thanked my help. In the middle of the woods, my partner calling my name, I follow his voice and find Madison, my girlfriend at the time, laying there next to Thomas. My two trusted friends, with their eyes sewed shut, arms and legs bonded, and nothing where there cheek muscle should be.

Posted by u/Eleroux17