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a little story i wrote first bit
DIR By: anonymous
Date: March 13, 2022, 12:36 pm
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Here's my story:
>be 16
>be black and have family down in Alabama
>they farm and own a huge amount of land down in Huntsville
>uncle owns a big house and a bunch of trailers they put out in
the woods for hunting or camping
>down south cousins suggest that we go out there to camp
>know I'm a city kid from Chicago so they tease the freak out of
me
>collect food, kill a pig and some chickens, and bring
necessities to camp out for a few days
>we get to the camp and it's obvious something is weird
>air has this weird electric smell like right before a storm,
like ozone
>we think nothing of it and unpack and go down to a little creek
to swim for a few hours
>All of a sudden some older white guy and a white teenager come
out of the bushes
>he has a shotgun in the crook of his arm and says hello and ask
us what we're doing this far back in the woods
>tell him about my uncle, who he knows, and say we're camping
out
>he tells us we need to be real careful out here and stick
together there was a big animal in the woods
>His son, who is my age asks if he can stay and hang out with us
>he says OK
I'm going to stop greentexting because the story is fairly long
and the format is harder to write in.
So we end up playing football. Dicking around with me, there's
the white kid "Tanner", five of my cousins, and then four of
their friends. In total, there were five girls and six boys. We
all were around 15-17.
We ended up just dicking the day away. So, we head back to the
camp and pulling out some stuff for a campfire, even though the
trailers both had kitchenettes. Tanner says that his family's
property sits up against my uncle's. He wants to run home and
ask his dad if he can come out camping with us. My cousin
Rooster says he's going to go with him since it's going to get
dark soon. One of the girls also wants to tag along.
It's about 7 o'clock, and it's starting to get pretty dark. They
take flashlights and take the trail toward Tan's property. The
rest of us chill. We make smores, drink and kiss on the girls.
About thirty or forty minutes later, there's the smell of ozone
again. You could smell it over the smell of the fire we had
started. This really nasty, coppery smell like right after
you've had a nosebleed and it's stopped. It wasn't exactly like
dried blood, but it was that nasty metallic, back-of-your-throat
smell.
We immediately think that it's some kind of electrical
malfunction, or someone left a hotplate on or some bad. We
search the trailers and nothing is on, and we can all smell it.
All of a sudden, we can hear people booking down the path toward
us, and Rooster, Tan and the girl all come running into the
clearing, out of breath. And they don't even break stride; they
all run into the trailer, right by where the fire is.
We all get the freak outta there and into the trailers. They end
up calming down; even Rooster is crying his freaking eyes out at
this point. All the while, the fire is guttering lower and
lower, so my other cousins say freak it and are about to go
outside to get the generator out of a shed between the trailers.
Tanner goes, "Freak no! Lock the front door, ain't nobody else
going outside!" He's been crying too, and his eyes are bloodshot
and puffy and his pants are dirty as bad.
He goes on to tell us that they went up to his house. His father
said sure, he could go out camping, but to make sure they were
careful on the way back, and that maybe they should take one of
the hunting rifles just in case.
Evidently, Tanner had seen something in their yard a few days
before. One of their pigs had come up, ripped up and half eaten.
They assumed it was just some big cats or coyotes, even though
they don't usually freak with live animals.
He had gone upstairs and packed his stuff, and told his dad they
would be OK without the rifle because coyotes avoid people. So
they started walking back toward where we were camping.
So, Rooster finally stops crying and shaking; the girl already
had, but she was just staring out the window with a dumb look on
her face. He says they had gotten halfway into the woods toward
the camp when they started to hear bad in the forest. It was
almost pitch black by this time, so they weren't sure at first
what the freak it was. The girl says that she heard something in
the bushes right off the trail and they all beamed their
flashlights over there and there was someone standing back in
the woods in a little hollow. Rooster said they shouted at him
and told him that he was scaring the freak out of them and what
a dick he was.
He says that's when he realized that the guy was facing away
from them. So they keep walking, and they start smelling the
nasty coppery ozone smell. They say that they look off into the
forest on the opposite side, and it's a dude standing in the
forest, backward slightly closer to the path.
So now they start powerwalking and Tan keeps going, "I should
have taken the freaking rifle."
As they're telling the story, the smell is still super strong
even inside the cabin.
They say that after they started walking faster, a kind of low
gibbering had started coming from both sides of the wood. And as
they started booking it back to the trailer, the girl said she
had flashed her flashlight out into the woods to the side of
them and had seen something jerking itself through the woods.
The gibbering just got louder and louder, and when they could
see the light from our camp fire, something had come out of the
woods about 40 yards behind them onto the track, and they had
just flat out ran as hard as they could to the trailer.
So we're out in the freaking woods, and we're assuming at this
point it's some rednecks or some bad trying to freak with us.
All of a sudden, my other cousin, Junior, starts going on about
how he went to school with a native kid that was telling him
about the 'Goatman' or some bad. We promptly tell him to shut
the freak up because we don't need any spooky talk right now.
But he just keeps going on and on about how it's the freaking
'Goatman,' and how we're in his woods and blah, blah, blah. Now
at the time, I had never heard of this goat man or any of that,
but then a couple years ago -- the year before I graduated from
college -- I had a Menom for a roommate and I ended up asking
him about it. And to sum it up, it's basically a freaking man
with the head of a goat and he can shape shift and he gets among
groups of people to terrorize them. It's also supposed to be
kind of like the Wendigo, and it's bad mojo to even talk about
it and even worse if you see it.
Keep in mind, I didn't know this back when I was sixteen. So my
cousin is going, "The goat man's going to get in and freaking
get us." The girls are all terrified and my cousins and I are
all freaking trying to figure out if it's just some hillbillies
or if it's some animal.
So all of a sudden the smell just goes away. Like to this day, I
haven't even experienced anything like it. Like, usually smells
fade away or lessen. It just literally was there one second and
then not the second.
So it's after an hour, making it around 9 or 10. We've stopped
craping bricks enough to go back outside and stoke the fire
again. We figure it was just some jerks trying to freak with us,
so we don't go back home, because we think if we do, they'll
chase us through the woods or some crazy bad.
Nothing else weird happens that night. And we stay another
night, and for the main part of the night nothing happens. At
about 1 in the morning, we're outside getting drunk and telling
ghost stories. As someone is finishing some 2spooky story -- I
don't remember what about -- the smell comes back. It's so
freaking strong, that one of the girls literally starts
vomiting.
I stand up, and you can actually feel how clammy the air is. I
say we should get inside and this isn't right; we should have
just freaking left.
We all go back inside, and we're standing around. My cousin just
keeps going on about how it's the goat man. And my cousin
Rooster tries to shut him the freak up, and all the while I'm
just feeling that something is wrong, and I can't figure out
what the freak it is.
We end up sitting in there for a while; the smell is just as
strong, and we're terrified and all huddled in this camper. We
end up cooking brats for everybody because nobody wants to go
outside. It's one of those packs with four brats. We have a
total of 3 packs. I grill them up on the stove and give
everybody a hot dog. I get mine. After a while, one of my
cousins gets up and goes over to the pot to get another one.
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Re: a little story i wrote first bit
DIR By: anonymous
Date: March 13, 2022, 12:37 pm
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I didnt read it all but it was very interesting
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