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Corpses in the Woods

Okey doke y'all, so I know I haven't updated anything in a REALLY long time but, this small story was from one of my assignments that I had to complete for midterms here in college and I thought it was good enough to share so enjoy and comment if you like! 

"Corpses in the Woods"

Written By M*K**** S****

I stand there motionless as I watch the life fade from his eyes. After everything he put me through, the abuse, the torture, the cheating, the lying, I can finally take away what's most precious to him: his life.

It's a Saturday afternoon, according to the radio that was on as I climb out of his basement, ruining his perfect, pristine white carpet with his blood-soaked corpse as I drag it out to what seems to be a backyard and better yet, the woods. It's quiet except for the rustling of leaves as I drag his body deeper into the undergrowth.

'It must be late autumn, early winter. Perfect.' I muse to myself as I look ahead of me. What I see next stops me dead in my tracks: bodies of men and women, children and elderly, hanging from the trees like Christmas ornaments. "Dear God," I exclaim softly aloud, "He's sicker and more twisted than I am, and that's saying something coming from a monster."

"Well," I sigh as I lift up his deadweight corpse, "Time to add him to his own display." I look around, finding some rope and a ladder by a nearby tree and with some struggle, I manage to get his body up to the branches. Using my knot knowledge, I tie the rope to the tree first then the Hangman's Knot form what rope is left. I practically have to throw him into the noose and hug the branch in order to avoid plummeting after him. I hear the snap of his neck as the rope stops him from nosediving into the ground and climb down off of the ladder, putting it back where I found it.

As I walk back towards the house, I get a feeling of uneasy and sniff at the air. It smells like burning... I run the rest of the way and find the house halfway destroyed, burning to the ground. I look around frantically, trying to find the culprit and notice movement going into the forest on the other side of the house. Immediately, my body shifts and bones snap, grow, and change as I take on my true form: a wendigo. Once I finish shifting, it takes a couple of strides to catch up with the creature and snatch it by the throat.

"Hello there, human" I growl with a lipless mouth, sniffing and licking its quivering neck, "Why did you burn the house down?" Without giving it a chance to speak, I rip into its shoulders and tear off the head, tossing the body aside to play around with the head. After getting bored with the head, I chuck it at the burning house. A few seconds after I throw it, an explosion occurs from the propane tank judging from the smell. "Whelp, time to scram," I say in a sing-song voice as I run off into the woods, away from the sirens that have started to head my way.