They say deep in the dark, unexplored woods of the United States exist monsters that creep in the night; some living, others not, yet still able to creep upon the earth, their tentacles of malice strangling whomever they touch. Are these tales of death and evil just mere ramblings of old men whose vulnerable minds twist into fear after they’ve had one too many drinks? Or are these stories of dread more fact than fantasy?
Journey to these destinations, and discover for yourself.
Rick zigzagged between trees through a thick darkness. Twigs snapped under his feet, just as his frayed nerves threatened to do. Gasping breaths echoed in his ears. Thorny vines, bushes, and trees blocked his every turn. He staggered against a trunk, rugged bark scraping his back. He trembled to his knees, sobbing for air.
The mutilated bodies of his friends were burned into his memory.
Dried leaves crackled in the distance. Something pushed through the tangled brush.
Rick gazed down the hill. A beam of light pierced the night and flashed up, blinding him. His heart nearly stopped, and he fumbled around in the dirt for a rock, a branch, anything.
An old man stepped from the foliage, his aged face just visible, ghostlike, in the light’s radiance. “I see you crouching behind those trees up there, Rick. Come back! We need each other more than ever.”
Rick clawed at the nearest tree, hoisting himself to his feet.
He mustered enough courage to shout through his fear, down at Jason Sammons. “G-go to hell, you crazy, old bastard! You killed them. You killed them all! I saw you.”
The old man moved closer, the gawking, sunken eyes from his gaunt, ashen face more prominent. “You saw me, what?”
“Their blood was all over you!”
“Damn right it was!” he said, nearly shrieking. “I dragged their bodies from the bushes. D’ya really think I could’ve pulled their spines out? D’ya have any idea the force needed for that? You’re terrified. We both are, but if we don’t stick together, neither of us will ever leave this forest! We have to—” He stopped talking and looked over his shoulder as if he’d heard something.
“What the fuck’s that?” Rick gasped and lurched against a tree.
A dark fog billowed from the shrubbery behind Jason, and slammed him face down, into the ground.
The old man lifted his head, mouth twisting. “Run, boy! Run!” he gasped, his voice as thin as the vapor that covered him.
The phantom bent the old man’s torso back. His spine snapped, cracking his screams into silence.
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