Just Creepy: Scary Stories - Scary Stories Told In The Rain | My Friend Went Out Into The Woods and Something Else Came Back

Episode Date: October 5, 2021

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The Hilton sale is on now. Book on Hilton.com or the Hilton app and save up to 20% to get the stay you expected. When you want savings, not surprises. It matters where you stay. Hilton, for the stay. I am writing this as a complete and total recount of the events I experienced on Sillian Mountain almost three months ago, so I can have my facts straight if the police decide to listen to me.

No, when they decide to listen to me. They have to, because I'm terrified of what will happen if they don't. I know I already lost my friend Ethan, and I'm afraid that whatever that thing was may get more people. I've already tried to contact the local authorities, the news, hell, even the local wildlife conservation group to see if they know anything. But I've either been laughed away or thrown out for wasting their time. So this document is a way for me to gather my thoughts, but also as a warning. At this point, I think I have to be the one to do something about this.

and in case I don't make it back and things get worse, I want someone to be brought up to speed. My name is Ned Harris. I have dark hair, brown eyes, missing the tip of my pinky on my right hand, and a small scar on my left cheek. If you read this and later see me casually walking on the streets of Jericho, West Virginia, it means I failed. Get out while you can. And please, do not go into the woods. This nightmare came to be when my friend Ethan Lancaster and I decided to camp out on Sillion Mountain for a week in celebration of his recent promotion. This was going to be a first for us, but one we were more than excited for. Sillian Mountain was a notoriously difficult mountain to hike, and even more difficult to survive on. Only a handful of people ever made it to the peak and returned, more than a handful.

were never seen again. This would turn most people away, but Ethan and I were avid hikers and campers. We met on a camping forum five years earlier and became close friends almost immediately due to our mutual love of the outdoors. We had been on numerous hikes through the years, varying in difficulty, but when Ethan became a general manager for the firm he worked at, we decided it was time to finally tackle the big one. After a month of planning and saving up for new gear, we found ourselves in Jericho, West Virginia. Jericho was a small, Gatlinburg-esque town that sat squarely at the bottom of Sillian, consisting of only two roads and a population of a few hundred.

It was hardly the Gatlinburg competitor that the ads lead you to believe. It had a few attractions like bars, restaurants, museums, and most famously Sweettooth. The concerningly Oberliners, beast grisly that spent her days roaming in her barren enclosure. Tourists were beginning to trickle in now that the seemingly eternal snow was beginning to melt. But for the most part, Jericho wasn't meant for tourists. It was the place where all hikers began their journey, obsidian, after purchasing all the overpriced gear at the local shops, of course. Ethan and I found a motel for the night, and we were up the next morning before sunrise so we could get a jump start on the three

day hike to our chosen camp spot, which we had marked on our map. Aside from a twisted ankle, and Ethan being charged by a particularly aggressive raccoon, the hike itself was uneventful. The steep, yet relatively short slopes of Sillian scared most of the ill-fit hikers away quickly, but we trekked up the 45-degree slopes with ease, having trained for this journey for months. By the second day, we only occasionally ran into other experiences. hikers, in which we would return their friendly wave and continue on our separate paths. By dusk of the second day, we arrived at our chosen camp spot. It was a small clearing that provided some legroom from the suffocating pines that speckled the landscape, and we had a small

creek babbling away nearby thanks to the melting snow. We had camp set up in under an hour, and began the rituals we had become accustomed to after many years of camping together. I began preparing tonight's dinner, a lovely pack of dehydrated mac and cheese, while Ethan went out to find firewood. Once I had all the cooking utensils out of their cases and set up how I liked them, I grabbed a large pot and headed over to the creek so that we could undo the pesky, dehydrated part of our meal. The area surrounding the creek was picturesque, like something you'd see on a water bottle wrapper. The crystal clear water trickled softly down the slopes. evidence of local wildlife regularly stopping by for a quick drink. I took a moment to appreciate the scenery, taking a deep breath of cold mountain air and feeling the high that made me fall in love

with hiking so many years before. I knelt by the creek bed and began to fill up the pot, whistling softly to myself when something made me stop. I glanced around at my surroundings, scanning the tree line behind me and the steep, rocky slope ahead of me. My ears strained for a sound that I hadn't heard, but my brain still warned me of. The hair on the back of my neck shot up as I quickly looked to my right, at the slopes above me. I saw nothing in the cragit peaks above, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. The once softly babbling creek now sounded like a roaring river as I stared into the rocks above, frozen to the spot with a confusing terror that seemed to come from nothing.

I slowly rose my knee and faced the peaks to my right. It's hard to explain, but it felt as if they were watching me. Not a creature that resided in them, but the mountain itself. The skin of my scalp tightened and my stomach churned as the chirping birds around me fell silent, as if some kind of predator had just came into view. I backed away from the creek, continuously scanning the cliffs above me. It felt as if I was staring into the eyes of an old god, asleep, for millennia that had just decided to wake up and stare directly into my soul, a force so old and

eternal that my existence was a mere blip in comparison. My life, a blink and you miss it moment. I was suddenly overcome with an enormous wave of terror that would have caused me to drop the pot and sprint back home had it not subsided as quickly as it came. The birds began to chirp once more and the creek's deafening roar returned to a trickle. I stood for nearly 20 minutes on moving and staring at the cliff above, before eventually gaining the courage to step away from the creek and return to the camp, never taking my eyes away from what felt like an unseen assailant. A half hour later, I was back at camp, running the water through the pierreifier and staring off into nothing. My rapidly beating heart finally began to slow,

and I began to feel silly. Look at you, Harris, jumping at mountain ghosts, I muttered to myself, chuckling at the absurdity of my experience, but unable to shake it completely. It was like a small rat was inside of my skull, gnawing away at my brain, no matter how hard I tried to shake it loose. I glanced at my watch and frowned. It was almost nine. Ethan had been gone for almost an hour, and it was nearly dark. It wasn't uncommon for him to take long collecting firewood, but we both agreed to be back at camp before sunset. I looked east, the direction he had gone, and grabbed my flashlight. I knew he would give me crap for worrying about him.

But if he had gotten lost or hurt, it would be near impossible to find him in total darkness. I clicked the button, and a beam of light illuminated the woods ahead of me, casting the trees in rocks with a harsh white light and everything outside the circle to be shrouded in darkness. I took a deep breath and ventured into the woods. Ethan? I called out. Following the tracks, he left in the melting snow. It's almost dark. You should head back. The only response I got was that of crickets beginning to chirp. I swallowed, gripped the flashlight tighter, and pushed on. Come on, man, seriously, let's get back to camp. I passed the beam from tree to tree.

My nerves causing me to jump as I expected to see some twisted face peering from behind the trunks, but never seeing anything. I eventually lost his trail as he seemed to turn and ascend upwards. I turned and pointed my flashlight past the trees, and my heart jumped. The same peaks as before loomed over me, staring down with a smug stoicism that seemed to say, Welcome back. My hand trembled, causing the light to dance across the rocks above me.

That feeling of existential terror washed over me once more, crashing into my mind with such a force that I immediately turned and ran, not as a man who made a decision, but as a mindless animal relying on instinct to save it from imminent danger. I crashed through the woods, crying out as sharp sticks seemed to clawed my face and arms. I felt the distinct presence of something behind me, an immense invisible force that was bearing down on me like a thundering avalanche, closing the distance between us faster than I was closing the distance between me and the camp. I picked up the speed, pumping my legs as fast as I could, and ignoring the stinging pain as the branches raked against me. I half panted and half sobbed as I

exploded through the brush and fell into the clearing, going into the fetal position and waiting for an attack that never came. After a moment, I peered through my fingers, watching the gently rustling branches in front of me as everything beyond them was now cast in total darkness from the setting sun. I took a deep breath and rose to my hands and knees, desperately trying to slow my heart rate before I either collapsed or vomited. Once I felt like I wasn't going to pass out anymore, I rose to my feet, backed away from the woods I had just escaped from, and turned back to camp. Ethan was standing in the center of the clearing, his arms held firmly at his sides and his head lulling around lazily, as if he were drunk. Ethan, what the heck man? I panted, glancing around behind me

into the woods again before making my way over to him. Are you okay? I was looking for you. Ethan, what the heck man? Ethan responded, still facing away from me, I froze. His voice sounded rough, as if he suddenly aged 30 years and smoked a pack every day at the same time. Even more strange was that the inflection of his voice. How he said was identical to how I did, almost like listening to a playback recording. Uh, yeah, listen, I... What is that? He suddenly screamed out, making me jump.

Oh, God, please, I... He cut himself off, each word sounding more like Ethan's normal voice, before mimicking a strange snapping noise, like a broken twig or... "'Eithen,' I said, slowly approaching him from behind. "'This isn't funny, man. You're scaring me.' "'Scaring you?' he responded, swaying slightly as I approached. He sounded totally normal now, which didn't make me feel all that better. I stretched my hand towards him as he made a sound that still haunts me to this day.

A noise that sounded like a mix between a click and a short shriek and seemed almost impossible. for a person to be able to make. Before I was able to touch his shoulder, he whirled around and faced me, causing me to jump back and yell out in terror. He bared his teeth at me, a horrific and failed mimicry of a smile. His blonde hair was filthy and shrung over his face and eyes. My God, his eyes were pointing in opposite directions before sliding together focusing on me. My stomach churned and my hair stood on end as those eyes seemed to see.

stare straight through me in a gaze that I had only ever felt before, never seen. Come on, Ned, I have something I want to show you. It stammered, like it was still trying to figure out how to work its tongue. Get away from me, I squeaked out, backing away from whatever this thing was. Every animal instinct in me was screaming at once to run, to get away from this foul mimicry of life, of my friend. It isn't far, just a few hundred yards. It stammered, lurching towards me in unnatural movements as if controlled by unseen strings.

I turned a run and tripped over my hiking bag, landing hard, crying out in pain as my previously twisted ankle became a sprained ankle. It is beautiful. It cried out as it descended upon me. We are beautiful. It grabbed onto my face. as I grasped out in horror. The skin on its hands were rubbery, like frog's skin,

and it caused my own skin to crawl in an attempt to avoid contact with this crazy thing of nature. You are not beautiful. I struggled against the Ethan thing, eventually landing a hit to its face with my elbow. It stumbled. That horrific face still froze into a false smile, as it rose back to its feet and turns towards me. I jumped to my feet and ran, screaming in agony as my sprained ankle, became a broken ankle.

The trees around me rustled violently. The branches clotted my face as if they were trying to slow me down. I cast a glance behind me and screamed in terror. The Ethan thing was behind me. That false human expression unmoving as it followed me at a full sprint. Its arms plastered stiffly to its side. I ducked and dodged the branches as best as I could, breathing so loudly that I didn't even notice that thing behind me wasn't breathing at all.

I could feel it closing in, those yellow eyes staring hungrily at the back of my head. I was done for. I couldn't outrun it, even if I didn't have a broken ankle. My legs weren't even bending. How in the... It continued gaining on me. The branches almost seemed to part for it. Tears streamed down my face as I gasped for air,

pumping my good leg as fast as I could. I could. Closer. My head pounded from the cold mountain air. Closer. I could feel its presence right behind me now. It emanated a scent that smelled old. Closer.

Very old. Closer. Older than everything. I stumbled and began to pitch and spin down the mountain slopes, crying out as I slammed into the tree trunks and rocks. I felt my ribs splinter and my vision went white as my head collided with a large root. with a large route. I rolled off an overhang and free fell for two or three seconds before slamming into something below, causing whatever it was to scream out in surprise and anger.

I swam in and out of consciousness as people crawled their way out of the tent I fell upon. Their voices sounded distant and echoed in the void I was quickly sinking into. I felt hands pat me down and assess my condition and heard the distant beeping and worried voices of someone on the phone. The last thing I saw before blacking out were the trees on the ledge I had fallen from, looming above me like ancient giants. That was almost three months ago now. I spent a few days in a hospital outside of Jericho before being released with my injuries tended to.

I immediately went to the Jericho Police Department and told them my story, in which I was reminded that it was strictly forbidden to have drugs of any kind on Cillian. I spent the next month trying to find someone, anyone who would believe me. I pushed my friends and family away with hysteria and was put on leave at work until I could figure my crap out. The strangest thing, no one seemed to remember Ethan. Whenever I'd bring him up, I would just get weird looks with people saying that I had done all my camping trips solo. Even Ethan's family looked extremely concerned as they hugged their daughter and only child. afraid of the man in their living room, screaming about a son they never had.

I felt like I was losing my mind, so I decided to return to Jericho and try to settle this once and for all. I walked the streets of the small mountain town, jumping at every noise and recoiling from anyone who walked too close. I took a swig from the bottle of Jamison I carried in a brown paper bag, the closest thing I had to a friend these days. I passed the hotel Ethan and I had stayed at, which of course, didn't have him on record, and continued down Main Street toward the path that led to the mountain. I fidgeted with my hands, brushing my unkempt unwashed hair in my face as I approached the trail, passing by a group of tourists who were listening to a trail guide. I froze. That voice. I slowly turned towards the group of middle-aged tourists, taking pictures and listening to the

tour guide standing on a large log. The man wore the ta-tale brown and green khaki outfit of a forest guide, pointing toward a map and telling corny jokes to a group as he pushed the blonde hair out of his eyes. Ethan. I rushed towards the group, shoving tourists away from me as I pushed a path towards Ethan. Hey! I screamed, startling people around me. Ethan turned and locked eyes with me. The briefest flash of recognition in his eyes before he smiled. Hello, sir. If you'd like to join the group, you can sign up in the hut over the... I tackled him, ripping him off the stump. and slamming him into the ground. The crowd gasped as I slammed my fists into his face over and over again.

What are you? What did you do to my friend? I roared, trying to pull his hands away from his face so I could get him again. I felt a pair of hands grabbed me from behind and pull me off of Ethan roughly, sending me sprawling onto the grass. Two cops pounce on me, forcing my hands into a pair of cuffs. No, no, you don't understand. I screamed, struggling again. their grip. Ethan rose to his feet and wiped his nose, smiling down at me. Go easy on him, fellas, he said, flashing a warm smile to the cops. No harm done. Just needs to work out whatever he's on, I'm sure. I wrenched against the cops and tried to lunge at him, but they held me tight and began to drag me away. No, you don't understand what you're doing, I cried. Fighting against the men,

I whipped back towards Ethan, who only smiled at me. I noticed his assistant was watching me too, with an awkward-looking smile that looks like she hadn't quite mastered it yet. No, please! I yelled as I was thrown into the back of a cop car, hearing Ethan's voice carry over the lot as the door slammed close. Sorry about that, folks. Some crazy people, huh?

Anyway, let's get on with the hike, shall we? I have something very beautiful. I'd love to show you all.