Out of Sight

Chapter 1

The era had bought notice to how not every person was entirely human and that the creatures surrounding society were not always of this world. People theorized Cryptids as unknown beings that had eluded the human population for centuries, whether being placed around bodies of water or deep in the forest. The water had always scared people for holding all types of strange creatures and their minds could wander to the deep unknown and what could lurk down there.

However, they should fear the monsters that nestled in the darkness of the thick woods, they had little been theorized and society remained clueless of their existence. Bigfoot was belittled in the shadow of what the woods really held. Mothman could be seen as a bug in comparison, easily dwarfed by the claws of the monsters.

Even if little knowledge was had of the creatures, people had seen them. This was known but yet no one ever went in search of what the forests held, as the souls that found those creatures had never returned the same – if they ever did emerged from the darkness. Fear was not was necessarily what kept them back but rather the imagery of the broken souls came back from those journeys.

Most people described the look of their faces as distraught yet also held no emotion, their clothes were stained with blood and dirt but never torn. When people found bones in the forest they never had to question whether they were from an animal kill or from the creatures devastation, the bones were always bleached white and were rarely scattered from a whole skeleton; sometimes tendons and ligaments remained and also had no pigment. Some tales also told of white ash being found littered on the forest floor, mixing with dead leaves, dirt and congealed blood, while others told of mangled remains being hung from trees by ropes of skin but no blood stained the area where the bodies hung.

The people who lost their lives were left unrecognizable and lost in the minds of society. The legends of the forests say that the beasts who lurk behind the tree line feast off the minds of the people who wander too far into the forest, doomed to be lost forever – even if they survive their trip. The ghost stories that surround the area speak of spirits who trudge aimlessly through the thick trees, hiding when sounds echo through the woods; not wanting to relive their fate again.

History slowly forgot the evidence and tales that surrounded these creatures, more so wanting to forget what happened in the 'past' and to move on in time without the haunting mystery that stays stagnant in the forests. Society may have forgot that these things but the souls who came in contact with them would never get rid of their memory.

A/N - I wanted to set the lore before i went into the story

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