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I think there's a cult behind my grandparents house (part 2)

Let's start off with where I left off. Oh and by the way, I wrote the last update to the story on my mom's phone (she thought it was a good idea to write about it, it was a ess dangerous way anyways). Anyway, me and my mom drove a couple of hours away to her boyfriend's parents house. They had a guest house so I slept there. It was peaceful there but we couldn't stay long.

I didn't want to lose all my friends and my education itself to some "drugged up hillbillies" as I called them, so we went back after about a week. Some of you might say it's my fault because I went back and your right, but it still made for one hell of a story. In order to get back to my grandparents house we had to drive on these dark dirt roads through the mountains. We were both on edge expecting a hooded man to jump out from behind one of the many trees. We had to drive kind of slow because of the fact that there was a sharp turn every few feet.

Luckily nothing happened on the way back. The house had been searched by my grandparents a week before.

We arived at night which was unsettling. I went to bed in the backroom again but this time I kept the gun in there. The windows were shut tight and the door was locked. That night though I think I got the most bone chilling footage I've ever recorded. This time it was in my backyard (the noise). I was eager to get it on camera so I walked outside. I was planning on confronting it but I was frozen with fear. I'll post this video on my profile also.

The next few weeks went ok, nothing out of the ordinary. I still didn't trust everyone at school. I knew that any of them could of been responsible. There was one day though at school that made me nervous. I walked over to my locker, unlocked it, and froze.

In my (locked) locker there was a message in red marker on the back of the locker that said "welcome back Sexton" with an old Polaroid picture. My last names Sexton. The picture was of seven hooded men. They had the old school executioner hoods. Three were standing in front and four behind. My memory was kind of blurry but I could have swore that the other hooded men had on white hoods.

The only people that could open my locker were me and the school staff. That scared me. After that things escalated. The next day at school another picture was in my locker. This time it was of the man with the deer skull. It looked like he was charging the camera because his mask was blurred and wasn't in center frame. You could only see a part of his mask at the bottom right and the flash of the camera illuminating the obviously once dark environment. I recognized the background though. It was the abandoned barn behind my grandparents house close to the creek. I then realized that the previous picture was taken there too.

I didn't show my fear on the outside but my stomach was turning the whole day. I couldn't concentrate, nor eat. Everything that day was almost a blur.

I jumped off the bus and grabbed the pistol that my grandparents had. I ran down the path only to realize I forgot my phone which I had recovered when returning to the house. I figured I was already too far so I went anyway.

The barn was in a field, surrounded by tall grass. I trudged through the tall grass infested with nats only to find the barn relatively empty. I took short, slow steps listening for any human like noises. I felt like I was being watched again though, like I did so many times before. I was about to turn around to go back when I felt something behind me.

I spun around to see a man with the same hood standing in the big barn doorway I had just entered in. My heart raced but before I could do anything a black hood was pulled over my head from behind. Right after this a hard cracking punch knocked me off my feet. I couldn't do anything because of the amount of kicks and blows that were striking me at once. Even though I couldn't see I knew the world was spinning. Luckily for my adrenaline it didn't hurt as bad as it should have.

I heard a Stern grunt and everything stopped. I honestly thought I died until I felt a hand grab my shirt and pull me to my knees. I felt warm breath on my left ear and a whispered voice said in a chilling manner, "We aren't here for you boy, we're here for your mother. Don't get in our way again and let this serve as a message. Take down the evidence.". I then felt two arms under my shoulders pick me up and throw me out of the barn into the tall grass. I then heard footsteps running.

I knew exactly what he meant when he said "evidence", he was talking about my first post. That was when the pain started kicking in and I could move for a little bit. I finally moved a hand to the cloth on my head and took it off. I looked at my body and my stomach was badly bruised. I could feel blood running off of my face and knew I had been beat up pretty bad. I wasn't scared at all, honestly I was filled with anger.

I stumbled back to the house once again home alone and checked out my face wounds. I had a big gash on my forehead and cuts just about everywhere else. I used my grandparents first aid kit to patch most of it up.

I'm pretty sure I had a concussion considering for one, I was tired, and two, everything was spinning still. I fell asleep without calling my mom mostly because I wasn't thinking straight, it was almost like I was half awake.

I fell asleep pretty fast because of my body being so badly messed up only to wake up again in the middle of the night. I didn't notice much at first until I looked at the back corner of the room. The room was dark but I saw an even darker shape in that corner. I honestly thought it was an illusion until a sharp crackling laugh sent my body into panic mode. I screamed "The fuck!" And the shape in the corner stood up revealing the shape of a man. I didn't need an explanation. I instinctively pulled the lamp string turning it on and jumped out of bed.

I charged the hooded man in the corner and I could tell he wasn't expecting it. I put a right hook into his jaw jaring him and knocking him into the corner. Someone tackled me from my right side and slammed me into the wall pinning me there. I managed to stay on my feet and said "You son of a bitch" before driving my elbow into his back. He let go and I shoved him backwards.

I knew my adrenaline wasn't going to protect me for much longer so I slung the door to go outside open and booked it onto the back patio. I froze and saw the man with the deer skull staring me down face to face. I could see his eyes through the empty skull eyes, they were brown. I was taller than him at the moment because I was on the patio and he was on the steps. He stopped moving when I did and did nothing but stare. When my fear faded it was replaced with anger and I screamed some thing I honestly can't remember. I then drove my foot into his chest but he didn't fall backwards. Instead he charged me but I leaped over the patio railing.

I kept running through the night until a car stopped to pick me up. I was surprised to see it was Brooklyn's mom, my ex. She let me get in her car and I was a bit hesitant at first but figured I didn't ha e much other choice. She drove me to my mom's house and I've been here since. I'm not going back there anymore I don't think. I know I said that last time but my confidence got the best of me. The only reason I made it out of there was my adrenaline.

If I left out any details in sorry, it's late and I'm tired. If I did then please tell me. I'll either update this post or make a third part if anything else happens, hopefully not. I have decided to obviously not delete my first post. I'm not going to let a cult push me around so easily. Maybe I should, but we don't always make good decisions.

Posted by u/Conjured_Ghost