So far, we see our two protagonists, Beth and Marcel, out animal-spotting in the notorious Rotter's Grove. They've never been to this particular area before. In fact, nobody goes there... and they're about to find out why. Legend has it that a dead man roams the forest, guarding a supposed prize in the center of an eerie marsh. Anyone who dares get too close to the treasure meets with gruesome consequences. Of course, it's just a myth, right? A story the locals feel must be passed down throughout generations. Some believe in the tale, but Marcel doesn't. Ghosts are scientifically improbable, he thinks it's all a load of nonsense. Well...he's dead wrong.
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When faced with the inexplicable, Marcel scrambles for answers, but only digs up more questions. Who is haunting the forest, and why? What is the spirit guarding? He's about to find out. His adventures flip his entire set of morals inside-out, and, most importantly, leaves his insatiable curiosity horrified yet absolutely ravenous. He may very well be the only hope for these vicious hauntings to finally come to an end; he's the light shining through the darkness of it all.
In this experimental little excerpt (which may or may not be added in the final project), I've left out enough crucial information to hopefully peak the readers' interest.
Trigger Warning, Mature Content
Gore, violence, cursing, sexual jokes, maggots, mutilation, brief fight scene, implied dark undertones, graphic depictions of gore.
It was a dark cold night-the night where the birds lay dead on the cold ground, listening in to the deceased whispers. This is the night where blood was once spilled.
Jeremy hid behind a tree, holding on his thigh-his thigh was bleeding as he got stabbed. Jeremy looked at his wound, cursing under his breath. Jeremy looked around to see if anyone was nearby, there wasn't anyone nearby but he could hear the screaming of his pals. He could do nothing but to weep, he got out of his hiding spot and went deeper into the woods. He was wincing in pain as he dragged his injured leg.
It was dark, too dark to the point even the moonlight couldn't provide light. Jeremy tripped over a tree root, he winced in pain, squeezing his injured thigh in pain. He soon heard a twig being snapped close to him. He pulled himself together, getting back on his feet. Dragging his leg once more. This time he raised the pace, panicking as he knew that he was being followed.
He soon came across an abandoned truck that was in a small field. He smiled in relief, getting inside of the truck. He heard movement from his right, seeing a silhouette of a being that was coming closer to him. He panicked, climbing to the other seat to close the door.
Once the door was closed, he locked the doors-backing away after. The door handle was being pulled aggressively but soon stopped. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around his thigh, he winced in pain as he made it tight.
He looked around the truck, trying not to move too much. He eventually found a pen and a piece of paper. He started writing on it as a way to let anyone who came to the amusement park to leave immediately.
first chapter of "The Drafted Reality and Dreams" has been rewritten! it's a bit shorter and has the same details just like the first chapter originally did.
⚠️ !This novel includes drugs, murder/murderers, cussing, suicide! ⚠️
[Draft] - No Proofreading or editing.