Feel free to print it out and show friends, and please leave feedback. This is my first horror piece that I was able to put together in a few hours and display.
I suggest taking the time to dim the room you are in and crack a window to let a breeze through, isolate yourself and enjoy.
By James Fulginiti
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What a wonderful cabin I have made a home out of for myself. It’s well lit and very surrounded by woods. I can hear all kinds of sounds out here, even some new animals I never heard before. The day is still young, I have to set up and get a sense of the time! The sun is still up but I don’t really have any other way of telling the time without putting some batteries in the damn clock. Technology these days..
It has been three whole hours since my last entry. I did some walking around my new home. I have quite a bit of land available to me , there’s a beautiful path leading right from the back of the cabin. When I did some walking I heard a noise however. Something that sounded a little… off would be the best choice of words. I set my clock based on the segment of the sun as I faced the south. Apparently it is already somewhere around 6PM. I would assume that is right since the sun is rather low.
I am so excited to begin my new writing experiment out here in the woods. I think it will be a revelation for me.
I heard some crashing noises outside of the woods. There it was again! The whole cabin is shaking! I feel like a deep darkness is lurking over my shoulder. I’m trying to calm myself down with a little drink but it’s not helping much.
Got little sleep. Can’t really focus. It’s morning. Loud bangs all of last night filled the forest. Had it been a bear?
After taking a nap I feel quite refreshed! I couldn’t move last night out of fear after I hear the loud sounds get closer to the cabin. This cabin is made out of purified wood but it wouldn’t hold up against a bear. That’s my take on it anyways. I had bolt locked my door but even that wouldn’t hold if it were to be attacked. However, I do have a little pistol with me just in case, tucked under my bed mattress. I don’t think I’ll ever be using it but just in case…
Went picking today, got a lot of wonderful berries and beautiful flowers, some which could even be chewed on! I really enjoyed myself today. I wonder how Mom and Dad are doing back at home since Uncle Mour moved in. I don’t think he’ll be too much of a problem, Dad has been good at getting people motivated.
The noise is back. I feel chills up and down my spine as it seems to be closer than ever. I thought I heard a woman crying after every slam. The ground shook and my lanterns have began to putter out. I have plenty of kerosine before I need to bike down to the town so I don’t feel concerned about the light but there wasn’t a breeze in this cabin.
I heard it again!
What is that noise!? God, please God help me please don’t let me die here tonight please.
A woman crying again. Oh my God. Why is she crying? Another large slam!
can’t see typewriter
Finally I found my way to the box of matches. I bumped my typewriter off the stand. It seems to be functioning just fine.
I overslept today, I woke up a few hours ago to have breakfast and make sure everything was alright outside my cabin. I found a bunch of wood chippings outside of the house. I wonder if a beaver has been causing all of that ruckus and perhaps it has a few pups with it.
I was walking around outside again until I heard more whimpering of a older woman coming from the woods. I began to run back to the cabin but it sounded like the whimpering was following me. My heart hasn’t stopped pounding against my chest as I struggle here to breathe. God help me.
I refused to go outside all night. I didn’t sleep again. Stepping out into the woods at dawn was very peaceful. It’s midst of fall. I like to consider this the season of rainbow colored forest. Stepping on the crisp leafs made a lot of crackling under my feet as dry branches snapped from under me. It’s inspirational to write about the seasons in it’s prime time, I feel it’s going to be one of my best.
It was a short lived scene of beauty as the thunderous clouds rolled in. I went inside the house to keep myself warm. I like to think that the odd circumstances around this area are a mere coincidence.
I was sound asleep until I heard a laughter coming from the top of the ceiling. Is it the same voice of the weeping woman? It sounds so similar. Luckily I kept my lantern at my bed side with a low light setting. Typing helps me calm down so I don’t think I want to stop. The laughter is so haunting. It sounds like a cat choking, and it hasn’t stopped. I .. I .. I wish it would stop. I feel like I am going to lose my mind. My pistol is at my desk and I refuse to let anyone or anything touch me.
The laughter hasn’t ceased. I silently listened for any other disturbances besides the laugh. It sounded like the woman was walking around on the top of my roof laughing. How? It is a very uneven roof yet I hear footsteps all over it.
Lantern blew out again but I got to light it back up When it did blow out I thought I heard walking besides myself in the cabin with me. What the fuck is going on around here? I am starting to lose myself. I think I am leaving here tomorrow.
I didn’t sleep all night. I played chess against myself for as long as I could remember. When I woke up the chess pieces were arranged differently than I thought but it was a long night.. I went outside this morning to find my motorbike has been stolen. I can’t get home any other way Until I get preparations done for a very long hike.
The woods have changed their aura. I walked around my entire cabin again to find a odd trail of blood surrounding the cabin. I don’t feel right about any of this. The beauteous trail behind my cabin had an odd figure of some shadow hunched over looking down the path at me. I rubbed my eyes repeatedly to make sure it wasn’t my imagination. Every time I blinked the figure came closer so I began to run.
What the hell is in these woods? I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all. I feel like I need to escape right away but I can’t get the hell out of here!
I cant find any of my journal! What the hell is going on here? I kept the stack of papers under my bed. Now it’s all gone but my fresh stack of papers were still left untouched.
I am low on rations. I have eaten a very stale stew for some time now. I planned on visiting town more than this. I am so bored. No electric here of course and I really can’t go out into the woods.
What the hell!? I hear singing! Voices of old woman whispering a chant of some kind. Fuck! God help me! I feel like I am losing my mind. I swear to god I am going to put a bullet into my head if this keeps up. I am packing my bags and leaving immediately.
God help me. God help me.
God help me.
I was walking home in these woods these haunting woods. It was until I came to a point where I heard the woman whimpering again in the woods that I hesitated. When I did, I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. Turning around with flashlight in hand I saw it.
It was there.
She was there
The blood stained face.
God Help Me.
The bullet is so shiny. The way it rolls in your hand back and forth, perfectly rounded. So shiny.
I loaded in into my gun.
It’s snug, locked into the pistol. The calibration of the gun ready to blow apart my brains at my will.
I can’t stop laughing at this thought.
Didn’t catch sleep yet. Been rolling the bullet around in my hand.
I fell asleep. When I woke up I found all of my journal entries hanging on my walls with blood stained fingerprints. I laughed and cried in a corner for three hours after.
The woman laughed and cried outside of my cabin with me.
The laughter is back.
This time it’s louder than ever.
It’s so loud.
I prayed for an entire hour. I feel my faith has regained. I think I might try to get out of here again.
I tried all night to escape. When I went in one direction I heard the cackling of that woman.
When I went another direction I heard her weeping.
Is there a way out of this?
I took a count of what food I have left. I have three days left of supplies. Once I run out I hit zero, and need to get to town one way or another.
I’ve been staring at this bullet for two hours. Who the fuck would care if I died out here? Mom and Dad won’t call any rescuers for me. They know I decided to do this trip on my own. Big mistake.
So nobody would call for help.
Except this bullet.
I think the woman has been weeping this entire time outside my door. I learned to just ignore it after awhile.
Waking up from the floor I found my head was bleeding. I had to repair my typewriter it seemed like it was damaged from whatever happened. I don’t even know what time it is.
Oh my god.
My clock is gone.
No no no.
Now I am stranded out here without any sense of time too?
It must be midnight I heard coyotes outside. No sign of any woman though, what a relief.
I saw a face outside my window. I went to take a closer look but nothing was there.
I looked again and saw the face of a little boy, full of blood.
I puked all over my floor.
After cleaning it I decided to go for a walk.
I felt hands touching me but saw nothing. Is it all a mirage? Did I lose my mind?
This bullet is so peaceful. I heard it singing to me a familiar chant I heard from these woods.
I have some food left I think.
It’s night time.
I hear kids.
Many kids singing.
I prayed but I only heard the voices of children grow louder until I heard many knocks on my door.
My lantern is running low on kerosine.
It’s daybreak. I’m going to make one last attempt to get out of here.
I ran back to my cabin. I saw the most disturbing scene I could ever imagine. Some creatures were ripping apart a coyote and eating it alive as it screamed and howled for help. It crawled on fours and it’s head extended as it ripped a part of the coyote out and retracted back to it’s body.
I feel like I am starving.
I can’t live like this anymore.
The woman is back.
I had a conversation with her.
She told me I was going to die out here alone.
I loaded my gun.
I went to pull the trigger.
It didn’t go off.
I’m still alive.
Why am I still alive.
I’m going to die out here a slow and painful death I know it.
I am taking off my clothes and running into these woods the darkness can have me.