Creepy - Fenter Woods

Episode Date: July 9, 2018

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credited to user Mr.12 on creepypasta.com. I used to live in a small town called Fenter. It was a quiet place to grow up. One school, doctors, police station, a cinema, with films shown a month after the national release date, two restaurants and a host of local shops on the west side. Over on the east side of Fender was a residential area with about 40 houses, the town bar,

and the local woods, which were about 20 square miles across. Even though I'd grown out my whole life playing in those woods, it was still easy to get lost in them. So my father used to tell me and my friends to never go past the creek that ran through about a mile in. Still, this gave us plenty of space to play in, and we spent many summers building tree forwards and playing hide and seek amongst the tall trees. One late summer evening, me and my friend Jess were out near the creek, seeing how close we could sneak up on the rack. habits that inhabited the woods before they'd noticed and run away. I'd spent about ten minutes searching for one end, in my eagerness, I had left just behind.

She'd stopped to examine some odd-shaped rocks and being impatient. I told her to catch up when she was finished. I was just reaching the hill where the creek bent and curved around to travel off north for another three miles when I spot one chewing on some leaves near an oak tree. I held my breath, grabbed my jacket to stop it flapping in the breeze and began solely inching towards it. I was careful to avoid stepping on any twigs. If one snapped underfoot, it was a definite game over, and with the sun going down, this

would probably be the last chance I got to play before I had to go home for dinner. The rabbit was blissfully unaware of my presence. Its brown coat tinged orange by the setting sun. Ears flopped down like a hunter's hat. The irony didn't escape me as I crept up on it. Silent as the leaves floating in the breeze. I smirked. I was about four meters away from it now.

And still hadn't noticed me. Not my best, but not bad. I slowed my pace even more. I didn't want to make a rookie mistake in my excitement and ruin this opportunity. The rabbit finished on its last. leaf and casually began sniffing the next one before digging in. Two meters away now. Closest I'd ever gotten.

I felt my heartbeat in my chest and for a second I was scared the rabble would hear thudding against my rib cage and dart off. I shook my head and continued up behind it. It was almost within arm's reach. I couldn't believe it. I stretched out my arm, fingers extended. Wait till just heard about this. I'd be the first kid in town to have touched a forest rabbit.

My hand was about a foot from brushing its soft pelt now. I could see each individual hair on its back. 30 centimeters. I'd done it. I'd done it. Suddenly an ear splitting scream pierced the air, shaking the silence of the woods into shock and causing arresting birds to panic and scatter from the trees.

I gasped and quick as a flash the rabble was under the bush and gone forever. I cursed aloud and spat, frustration clouding my head. There's a good few seconds before I even stopped to think where the scream had come from. Then like a falling tree, it hit me. Jess. I sprinted back up the creek as fast as I could. She'd been about 200 yards back when I'd last seen her, near the old silver birches.

It took me about two minutes to reach the spot, next to the weird pile of rocks. My brow was covered in sweat, my hair was messed up where the wind had whipped through it. But all I could think of was finding Jess. Even though I knew the woods were perfectly safe, I cursed myself for having left her alone. I spun around in a circle,

scanning for any sign of her, but there was none. Jess! I yelled out, my voice traveling through the woods and echoing off the trees. He's getting darker and tall shadows were being cast all around me like a net. Jess, where are you? Blow to me! Jess! I stood and listened, but there was no reply.

I was just about to run further up the creek where the trail began to see if she had started to make her way home when I saw it. On the other side of the creek, About fifty yards away, it stood. Tall as the lowest branches of the sycamore next to it, about seven foot up. It was covered in black rags, ripped and torn across its thin, wiry body, with a hood pulled tightly around its head, scaring its features. Two white, pupilous eyes stared at me from the shouted recess, and I spied the flash of teeth long slender arms with hook-like fingers

spaying off of stumped hands almost draged against the floor by its sides. I suddenly noticed an overpowering smell. I wondered how I'd missed it. I'd smelled it before on the farms when the cattle were harvested in the slaughterhouses. It was the smell of death, thick and despairing. I almost choked, but my mouth wouldn't make a sound. Just kept staring at it, petrified. Blood running cold through my veins.

The birds had stopped yelling in protest. And now there was nothing but silence. It, in a gaze that I would remember to the day I died. It felt like minutes, but it was probably only a few seconds. Suddenly it shifted its weight and hunched down. For a brief second, I thought it was going to start running at me. And I almost threw up. uncontrollable fear racking my body.

But then I noticed that it stooped to collect something from the ground. I cried out silently. It was Jess. Her limp body looking like a doll compared to its freakishly proportioned frame. Despite being thin and stick-like, it picked her up in one bony hand with ease. Fingers clasped around her waist. teeth barred in a crooked humorless smile. It opened up part of its shawl and pulled her close against its blackened torso.

I caught glimpses of a rib cage and rotten flesh. I reached out my arm as if somehow I could pull her back to me. But it was too late. It had turned and started to stride off deeper into the forest. even if I'd known the area of the woods and had the strength to move my legs I would have never been able to catch up to it and before I even knew it

it had disappeared from sight like it had never been there at all only the heavy smell of decay was left lingering in the air the only evidence that I hadn't just imagined the whole thing I snapped my head around and began to run back towards town It was a good miles distance, and I'd never run that far before.

But that day I ran and ran and didn't stop, jumping over fallen logs and ducking branches. I dared not look back. The darkness was almost complete by the time I burst from the undergrowth and into town's edge. I sprinted to the bar and threw myself into the door, directly collapsing onto the floor. I don't really remember much after that. But from what I was told later on, it took them about ten minutes to stop me from screaming

about a demon I'd seen in the woods and that we had to find Jess. By the time they'd actually gotten the story out of me and organized a search party two hours passed. Jess's dad shook me and shouted at me, asked me what happened to his baby girl. I could only stare dumbfounded and mute until my own father dragged him off me and told him to get a grip. The sheriff organized the town's folks in two groups, and the age took a section of the woods. I tried to tell them that they all needed to bring their guns, that the thing had to be killed.

The thought of going up against such a nightmare unarmed was too much. I begged my father to stay, but he told me to calm down, and that I was talking nonsense. and was probably just in shock. My mind making up stories to deal with what had happened. He sent me home to rest under the watchful eye of my mother as he led one of the groups into the woods. Three hours passed. I was laying in bed unable to sleep,

huddled in my blankets, paranoid of every shadow and creak, convinced that it, the nightmare, was going to come back for me. The only witness to its abomination. When I heard the front door open, and the heavy steps of men entering the living room downstairs, I listened as they sat down and began to talk. But the dogs.

I was the sheriff speaking. Oh, the speaker, but he sounded young. Maybe one of the farmhands. The ground's got a sin, started going mad, then tore off into the woods, fans for not ever seen them around. and they didn't come back. Now we're two dogs and a little girl down. Jesus, H.

Then the voice of my dad. I eased up a little, knowing he was back in the house made me feel safer. Chris said he found poor girls' gloves down by the creek. Right where my voice said they were playing. The unknown voice came again. Obviously Chris. It's true. They were coming in some kind of slime or something.

Don't know what if it's not. God awful. One of the boys almost upped his liquor. Okay, well, at least we know she was there. I'm not hoping for much, but I'll pray. And it's one big for us and chances to find her a mighty slam. The sheriff sighed. ...for the possibility that they will never receive Jess again. Fuck.

No man should have to out with his kid. And then not knowing like this. didn't Travis say he saw something big moving to the forest Another unknown voice This one knew You ready to do it in So you saw something kind of Shit, I don't know

Giant moving in the distance But the man was half pissed and as dark As the bottom of a well out there Probably just jumping in shadows Nah Most likely a bear Or wolf or something, jumped her from behind and dragged her off.

The sheriff again. My father spoke, voiced so everyone could hear. Okay, let's all go home. It's been a tough night. We'll search again forward tomorrow, even if it's only a body we find. It's better than the poor folks on what happened. I want everyone to tell their kids not to go and go.

that force no more to we know for certain what occurred. Understood? There were mumbles of agreement, and then solemn goodbyes. The men left and the front door locked shut behind them. My father moved about downstairs for a few minutes before climbing the stairs and going to bed. Before he turned in, he poked his head into my room to check I was okay. I just pretended to be asleep. I had nothing to say.

I didn't even know what to tell him. But one thing I knew for certain, I hadn't been hallucinated. I'd really seen, and whatever it was, it had Jess. I waited for about a half hour after I heard my dad climb into his bed before I sat up and switched my bedside light on. I crept out of my bed and got dressed as quietly as I could, then I descended the stairs. My father taught me out a shoot and maintained a gun,

a few years back. Out here in the country, it was important to know. Hunting was a tradition amongst the men, and when I was old enough, my father would take me camping in the woods for a weekend, a game shooting. Like his father before him, I knew where my dad kept his 44 magnum,

and rounds in the garage. And after searching around for a few minutes, I found the key for the lockbox. I opened it up, loaded the pistol, and grabbed a flashlight before leaving the house knocking the door behind me. My breath misted in the air as the unseasonably cold chill hung around me. I looked at the forest, once a place of fun and laughter,

now dark and sinister in the moonlight, branches stretching and contorting toward the sky like skeletal fingers. That thing had Jess, and I couldn't live with myself if I didn't do a damn thing to get her back. after all It was my fault for leaving alone out there I swallowed back the lump in my throat and began tenaciously walking down the road towards the woods

Don't worry Jess I thought I'm coming As I entered the woods I immediately began to question my actions I knew that what I was doing was not smart by any stretch of the imagination that my foolhardiness could very well get me killed The thought of bumping into the creature out here, alone in the dark, was more terrifying than anything I could ever imagine.

Knowing that Jess was in that very situation herself was the one thing that drove me on. I trudged on the familiar old trail for about 20 minutes or so, until I eventually came to the creek. I'd never been here before in the dark, and although everything was where it should be, It looked different. It was as if these were my woods to play in during the day. But now in the dark, it was an alien place. This was its domain.

I was a stranger here. I'm welcome. This feeling was reinforced by the fact that I had no idea what lay beyond the creek, except from what I had seen in the immediate area from the other side. Carefully I crossed the creek. the water soaking through my boots and dampening my trouser legs. As soon as I stepped out on the other side, I felt like I was lost. How would I find my way back?

Which direction would I go in? I ignored the first question. I had bigger things to worry about at the moment, decided head off in the direction I'd last seen the creature going. I started walking, vigilant for any signs of movement or noise. I'd expected there to be animals out this late. at night. But eerily it was silent, which made me feel vulnerable. Every footstep sounded like an alarm, telling the creature where I was. I stopped for a moment and looked around with my flashlight.

I felt like the darkness was swallowing me, that the thing just sat outside the borders of light, laughing in my efforts to find it. I realized that if there were anything out there, the light would only served to give away my position, effectively ending any kind of advantage I would have over it. After a pause, I switched off the flashlight and waited for my eyes to adjust. It was difficult at first, but after a few minutes I could make out enough of the force to start slowly making my way through. It was about ten minutes later when I heard it. A short, sharp yelp to my left in the distance. I paused and waited to see if any other noise was made.

A moment later, a snap echoed through the darkness and a dull thump. I was not alone anymore. Swallowing fear. I sunk to my haunches and slowly made my way towards the house. I had plenty of experience to be quiet when the rabbit came. And even in the dark, I didn't find it too hard to distribute weight so as to move more silently. After a while, I reached a clearing where the trees parted to a grassy patch about half the size of a football field. In the center of the clearing was a rocky depression that sunk down into the earth.

I was about to make my way over and investigate when I saw it. I was standing near the edge of the clearing to the south and was slowly limping its way over to the depression, dragging something behind it. In the dark, I couldn't make out what it was, but it was about the size of a child. Except if the child had been snapped in the middle. It flap limply with every bones like a paper. fan eyes. I wasn't sure if I was more scared or sad.

I prayed to God to not let it be just and continued to watch it as it reached the pit and then hurled the object over the rim. It hit the ground with an unmistakable sound of crunching bone. The creature bent down head first as if to crawl down the rocks and then stopped. Slowly it stood back up and instinctively pressed my back to the tree, removing my seat. self from view and strained to listen. I heard it sniff again softly and walk around what sounded like a small circle and then nothing for what seemed like an eternity I waited.

I was unbearably tense, expecting to see its milky eyes slowly peep around the side of the tree followed by that big crooked smile at any second or a long hooked finger to slide out of the darkness and rest itself on my shoulder. Nothing happened, though. It might nothing continue to happen for the next couple of minutes. Gathering my courage, I hesitantly glanced around the trunk only to see the clearing was empty. I double, triple, and quadruple check the area, making deadly sure it was gone. Then I stepped out back to the clearing edge, making sure to keep low to the ground.

To step out into the clearing was out of the question. Suicidal. What if it was only hiding? the clearing edge itself or waiting in the rocky fissure at the center. It would defy all logic. Rebell against every survival instinct, had to know. Come here looking for Jess. If I turned back now without checking to see if it was her, crumpled and contorted at the bottom

of those rocks, then I may never know. The sheriff was right. The not knowing was the worst part. Before I stepped out, I pulled a magnum from all my. waistband and cocked the hammer back, being careful to mute the click by smothering it between my legs. When it was loaded and ready to fire, I began to solely inch my way out of the safety of the tree line and into the open.

I took a few steps and stopped, waiting to see if anything came crashing towards me. When nothing did, I continued my cautious journey to the depression. When I reached the lip, I aimed the gun ahead of me and looked over. There's a couple of feet deep, about ten or so. It was a little larger than I expected. One side of the hole was hollow and extended into the ground as a sort of cave, much enough to drive a car through. At the mouth of the cave was the body, slumped over a jagged rock.

I glanced around making sure I wasn't being snuck up on and started to lower myself down. I'd just need a quick glance to make sure it wasn't. or was, Jess, and then I'd leave, run back to Fentter, and I'd wake my dad and the others, lead them here and we'd kill it in this cave that was surely its dwelling, be in there right now, watching me struggle down the smooth rock, but I reasoned that if it was in the cave, then there was nothing I could do about it. I must be crazy. Here it consumed my brain so completely that I must not be able to feel.

feel anything anymore. I thought, this was proven wrong when I slipped and fell off the side of the rock, lending awkwardly and sending pain shooting through my ankle. I almost cursed a loud, but bit down on my lip and shouted silently in my head. Luckily it wasn't twisted, just achy. I was able to walk on it without a problem. The last thing I needed now was a broken foot. My thoughts were so preoccupied with the sudden pain that I'd forgotten I was now of

right next to the cadaver. My leg bumped against it, and I spun round, gunned at the ready, almost firing it off into the rocks. I quickly paraded myself of being so trigger-itchy, and then looked down. Relief and repulsion flooded through me. From this close I could see it wasn't Jess. It wasn't even human. Instead, I realized it was a large dog. One of the sheriff's hounds that had gone missing earlier, back with the sheriff's hounds.

snapped into and folded upon itself and its snout was crumpled back into its face, turning it into a flat, tooth-filled gap. Blood, fur, bone, and brain were splattered over it and one eye hung loosely from the socket. The eye was positioned in such a way that it appeared to be staring right at me. I looked away and felt bile rise in my throat. The smell of death and decay was overpowering this close to the cave and I dreaded to think what other corpses were nestled away inside. I was about to begin scrambling back up the edge of the depression when I heard a sob. I spun round and stayed into the darkness of the cave. It sounded faint, as if it had come from quite a way away, echoing through narrow rock passages

until eventually finding its way to the surface. It came again. This time it was unmistakable. It was the sound of a child crying. The first thoughts to rush through my head were joy. She was alive. Must be Jess. Hidden away deep in this creature's layer.

And as soon as the thought had come, I realized, was a fear unlike any I had ever thought possible to feel. That I'd have to go into the cave and get her. I didn't have a choice. I just couldn't turn back now. I may as well kill myself with a gun I held in my shaking hand and live with the guilt, but the flashlight and, readying the gun, switched it on. The beam stung my eyes for a few seconds as they adjusted to the sudden light, a few meters before widening into a kind of large, rocky chamber

that had passages of varying sizes detouring off further underground. I entered the mouth of the cave and shown the beam over the walls of floor. It was being danced over bones scattered across the ground. It looked as if every type of animal in the forest had eventually wound up in here, torn apart, then stripped of flesh. I covered my mouth and nose with the sleeve of my gun hand and continued to walk. There were four passages, and the sobbing appeared to be coming from the one furthest to the left. Thankfully, it was one of the wider ones, and I found I could comfortably walk down and still

have enough room to stand up straight. If the creature were to come down from the mouth of the cave, I would be trapped. If it was already in the cave, then I was walking straight into it spindly, disproportionate. I swallowed hard and continued to walk. After a couple of meters, it turned right sharply and opened up into a small version of the chamber I'd just come from. I was amazed to find it was full of items. Watches, jewelry, passboards, letters, glasses, glasses, clothes.

those, books, wallets, it went on, as if a museum of sentimentality and trinkets. I picked one of the passports and opened it up. Paul Ashcroft, born 1942, Hereinford, Ohio. Another red Richard Blunt, born 1954, Westville, California. I shone the light over the letters, seeing that addresses were to places all over the country. Then it dawned on me. I finally understood. It all made sense.

The reason I had never seen this thing in the woods before was because it had only arrived a short time back. It must have traveled from place to place. From forest to national park to desert to mountain, picking people off. Taking their effects and then moving out of the next town. It was like a sick scavenger. hunt. It was killing people, then keeping their items as souvenirs. Another sob brought me back to reality, and I dropped the passport to the now called the museum, and found another short passage, and then a medium-sized cavern.

Inside was Jess sitting on the floor. She looked up when my light shone over her and covered her eyes. Let me burst out into fresh sobs, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. I stood paralyzed for a second. I was so intent on finding her that now that I had, I didn't know quite what to do. I decided I had best let her know that it was me before deciding on anything. I shone the light upwards illuminating my face. Jess stopped sobbing and stared. Jess, I've come to rescue you.

We don't have much time. We need to go now before that thing comes back to find me here. I whispered, kneeling besides her. She did nothing for a few moments and threw her arms around me. Her body shaking. I thought I was going to die down here. I thought it was going to meet me. Like it did the rest.

I just... I don't... It's... She trailed off unable to get her words out through the tears. I squeezed her back for a moment. Then went to lift her. The sound of metal cleaned. against rock reverberated through the cave.

I shone the light down and my heart sunk. She was chained to a heavy metal ring pen that had been nailed deep into the rocks beside her. I couldn't escape. She sniffed. I tried to pull it out, but it's no use. I stood for a second, defeat washing over me. I could go get help, come back and...

No. She squeaked. Please don't leave me here. Panic spread across her face. It was all I could do to promise not to leave. I thought for a few moments, and then realizing my only option, I took her chin and looked her in the eye. Jess, I have a gun.

I'm going to have to shoot the chain to set you free. It's going to be very loud and the nose will probably attract the thing here. She said nothing, just looking at me. As soon as it's broken, we're going to have to run for the cave entrance and back through the woods. She looked thoughtful for a moment herself, and then took my chin, kissed me, and then nodded. I blushed, sitting below ground in a monster's cave, and I was blushing. I almost laughed. I forced the emotion down, just smiled before taking my gun.

and aiming it at the chain. Cover your eyes. I'll do it on three, okay? One, two. And sounded from the mouth of the cave and carried its way to us. I saw the color drained from Jess's face and I knew mine was doing the same. It was back. Without thinking, I pulled the trigger.

The gun cracked, deafening in such a small space and the chain shattered. I grabbed Jess before she could. could react and pulled her up, sprinting towards a museum. As we entered into it, I'd die behind a table full of brick or brick, pulling her down with me. No sooner had we landed on the floor. I saw the creature enter into the room and scramble over to the passage we'd just exited from. As soon as it was gone from sight, I pulled her back up and pushed her towards the passage

that led to the cave mouth. She didn't need to be told twice, and we ran as fast as our legs carry us. As the cavemouth came into view, a scream. Dream, full of horror and anger, rang from behind us, as it discovered its meal had been stolen. As we got to the cave mouth, I could hear wood splintering, and it tinkle of dozens of tiny objects sitting stone as it tore to the museum after us. I grabbed Jess's foot and hoisted her up till she grabbed the lip of the depression and pulled herself into the clearing.

I spun around and saw it exit the passage into the main chamber. Its hood had fallen down and exposed what can only be described as a half-insect, half-human face. I fired a shaft in its direction and screeched in agony as the 44 bullet connected with its thigh, knocking it back for a second. I took the distraction and spun around, leaping for the ledge of the depression and grab them hold. Just seized me by the collar and helped pull me up just as I felt hooked fingers burst the bottom

of my shoe. We started to run across the clearing. The sun was coming up now. The sky was pinky red, casting us like glow on everything. We ran and ran and ran and ran. The whole while I could hear crashing through the trees after us. If I hadn't hit it in the thigh, I don't think we would have stood a chance about running it, but somewhere.

Some God was watching over us. It was about 45 minutes before we reached the creek. By the time we saw the edge of the woods an hour had passed, I still to this day do not know how we managed to run so fast and far without stopping. But I do remember the adrenaline coursing through me so violently that I shook for hours afterward. When we reached Fentor, I fired the gun off into the air. Within two minutes dumbstruck towns people surrounded us. So I'm asking what had happened.

grabbing, hugging chest, and I was just staring blankly. When Jess' father arrived, he broke down and cried, holding his girl to his chest and thinking, God and me, equally, where his daughter's safe return. When my father arrived, he took the gun from me, put his hand on my shoulder, and gave me a look. There was a look that said he didn't care what happened, just that he was glad I was safe. Regardless, we had to explain to the sheriff. what had happened.

After we both explained our stories, the group was organized and armed. I was asked to lead my dad, the sheriff, and 20 or so other men to the cave. I was tired and reluctant to go back. Next to my dad, I felt safe. After a couple hours, we came across the clearing and found the cave system just as we'd described. The museum was empty. The shattered chain was found at the back untouched.

and a brief examination of the other caves revealed them to contain skeletons of other people. Later identified as other missing persons from the towns that had backed off of inner woods. A medical check showed they'd been dead for days. The woods were searched all day and nothing was turned up. As I looked out my window before going to sleep, I saw it again, standing at the edge of the woods. It looked at me through my window for a while and I stared back. like when we'd first encountered one another, and then it turned and walked back into the woods. I knew this would be the last time I saw it, and it was moving on to another place, away from Fenner, from this area.

The woods were searched for another week, but nothing was found. The official report stated people have been kidnapped and killed by a maniac who escaped into the wilderness before he could be apprehended. Although the people of Fentter never questioned our versions of the story. So that is my account. This all happened 12 years ago now, and it is but a distant memory. Just just finished university and it's going to become a lawyer for animal rights, family farm after dropping out of college. I tell you this story not to entertain you, but is a warning. next time you decide to go hiking in the mountains or camping in the woods,

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