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The Shadow in the Woods

Surrounded by darkness, she was alone with the Shadow in the Woods

By Willow PeddyPublished 3 months ago 3 min read
The Shadow in the Woods
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In the heart of the dense forest stood a cabin, forgotten by time and humanity. It was a place where shadows danced among the trees, and the wind whispered secrets of the past. Few dared to venture near, for the stories told of the cabin were tales of horror and death.

Legend spoke of a man who once lived there, a man consumed by darkness. They called him the Shadow in the Woods. His real name was lost to time, buried beneath the weight of his sins. He was a killer, they said, a predator who stalked the night, his eyes gleaming with malice.

One stormy night, a group of teenagers ventured into the forest, seeking thrills and adventure. Among them was Sarah, a brave soul with a curious mind. She had heard the tales of the Shadow but dismissed them as mere superstition.

As they delved deeper into the woods, the trees seemed to close in around them, swallowing them whole. The sound of rain pattering against the leaves filled the air, drowning out their laughter.

But then, as if on cue, the laughter stopped. A feeling of unease settled over the group, and Sarah's heart raced with a mixture of fear and excitement.

"We shouldn't be here," whispered Jake, the self-proclaimed leader of the group. His voice trembled, betraying his bravado.

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a chicken, Jake. There's nothing out here but trees and rain."

But even as she spoke, she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. It was as if the forest itself had eyes, and they were fixed on her.

Suddenly, a twig snapped in the distance, echoing through the silence like a gunshot. Sarah's breath caught in her throat, and she reached for the flashlight in her backpack.

"Who's there?" she called out, her voice barely more than a whisper.

No one answered.

Heart pounding, Sarah took a step forward, her flashlight cutting through the darkness like a beacon of hope. But as the light swept across the trees, she saw something that made her blood run cold.

There, standing among the shadows, was a figure cloaked in darkness. Its eyes gleamed with a malevolent light, fixed on Sarah with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

"It's him," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

The others turned to look, their faces pale with fear.

"We need to get out of here," said Mark, his voice quivering.

But before they could move, the figure stepped forward, revealing itself to be a man, tall and imposing. His face was hidden beneath a hood, but Sarah could feel his gaze burning into her soul.

"Who are you?" she demanded, trying to keep her voice steady.

The man said nothing, his silence more terrifying than any words he could have spoken.

Without warning, he lunged forward, his movements like those of a predator stalking its prey. The group scattered, running blindly through the trees, their screams swallowed by the night.

Sarah ran as if her life depended on it, her heart pounding in her chest. But no matter how fast she ran, she could feel the man's presence behind her, his footsteps echoing in her ears like a drumbeat of doom.

Just when she thought she couldn't run anymore, she stumbled upon the cabin, its door hanging open like the jaws of a beast. With no other option, she darted inside, praying that she would find safety within its walls.

The interior was shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by the faint glow of the moonlight filtering through the windows. Sarah pressed herself against the wall, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

But then, she heard it. The sound of footsteps, slow and deliberate, echoing through the silence like a death knell.

She held her breath, waiting for the inevitable. And then, he was there, standing in the doorway, his eyes burning with an unholy light.

For a moment, they stared at each other, locked in a battle of wills. And then, without a word, the man raised his hand, his fingers curling into claws.

Sarah screamed, but no one heard her. In the heart of the forest, surrounded by darkness, she was alone with the Shadow in the Woods. And in that moment, she knew that she would never escape his grasp.

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Willow Peddy

I am a 24yr old, looking for something in life to bring a spark of excitement and bring back my artistic and imaginative flare :)

I have strange and crazy dreams and people always tell me to write them down so here goes my dream diary!

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