Some buddies and I were about to go on a wilderness trip, we stayed in a campsite where you park your car the night before we left.
Once bedtime came around a couple of my friends set up hammocks and one pitched their tent. I thought getting all my gear torn apart just to sleep in the tent was too much work so I decided to sleep in the car.
I laid there, sleepless and tired. Paranoid for whatever reason but I'm human after all so what can you do?
The time ticked by and I just laid there listening to music and chilling.
At about 1:20 am I noticed something walking up the road, a person maybe? At this time?
I looked and the closer it got the more paranoia sunk in. I paused my music and sat there in nearly complete silence beside my heart beating out of my chest.
This thing was hunched over, had white skin and long, lanky, arms.
It slowly shuffled up the road as I sat in terror.
My heart raced and I had no idea how to react.
I watched as it walked by, then, it stopped. Right in front of my car.
I was staring at it, then it just... looked up. And starred back. Its eyes pierced my soul. The eyes of this thing were so black that it stood out in the night. It had a snake-like nose and no hair. And this mouth.. this damned mouth that I swear to god went from ear to ear.
We starred each other down till it looked back at the ground and shuffled away.
I was frozen, and after a few ever more desperately sleepless hours I passed out.
The worst part was waking up the next morning, not in my car but hanging by my ankles in the middle of who the fuck knows where.
I was weak and had trauma, how did I not wake up through what happened and did this thing from last night do this?
I was stripped down to my boxers and I looked as if I'd lost 50 pounds.
I hung there for a day until some hunter found me and was able to cut me down and bring me to the hospital.
My friend came there in tears.
"We thought you were gone, we had no idea where you were!" One of them said.
"What do you mean?" I asked "I've only been in that situation for a while. I'm fine."
"Jim, you've been gone for 3 weeks.." one of my friends told me.
I still to this day have no clue what to make of it.
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Scary Short Stories
Historia CortaThis is a bunch of short scary stories that I have either created myself or have been inspired to write by other authors
