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The Deformed

Don’t go in the forest at night

By Brandon CorlinPublished about a year ago 4 min read

For years, the people in the small town at the edge of the forest had whispered about the deformed man who lived in the rundown house on the outskirts of town. They said he was born with a twisted spine and a face that frightened even the bravest of men. They said he was dangerous, that he hunted children in the forest and kept their bones as trophies.

But most people dismissed these stories as nothing more than idle gossip. Until one day, a child went missing.

The boy's name was Jacob, and he was only eight years old. He had been playing with his friends in the forest near the deformed man's house when he vanished without a trace.

The town was in a panic. Search parties scoured the forest, but there was no sign of Jacob. Some people whispered that the deformed man had finally snapped, that he had taken the boy and was keeping him hidden in his house.

But no one dared to confront the man. They were too afraid of what they might find.

That was until Sarah, Jacob's older sister, decided to take matters into her own hands. She had always been close to her brother, and the thought of him being held captive by a monster in the forest was too much to bear.

One night, Sarah crept out of her house and made her way to the edge of the forest. She knew it was dangerous, but she was determined to find her brother, no matter the cost.

As she made her way deeper into the forest, she began to hear strange noises in the darkness. Twigs snapped underfoot, and the rustling of leaves filled her ears. But she kept going, driven by a fierce determination to find her brother.

Suddenly, she heard a low growl. She froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She realized too late that she had walked right into the deformed man's hunting grounds.

As she turned to run, she saw him, looming in the darkness. His twisted form was silhouetted against the moonlit sky, and she could see the glint of sharp teeth as he bared them in a savage snarl.

Sarah ran as fast as she could, her breath coming in ragged gasps. But the deformed man was faster, and he closed in on her quickly.

Just when she thought all was lost, she saw a glimmer of hope. In the distance, she could see a small cabin. It was her only chance.

With renewed strength, she sprinted towards the cabin, the deformed man hot on her heels. She burst through the door, slamming it shut behind her, and leaned against it, panting.

The deformed man slammed into the door with a force that made the cabin shake. Sarah could hear him snarling on the other side, his twisted fingers clawing at the wood.

But she was safe, for now. She had found a place to hide, a place to rest and recover before she set out again in search of her brother.

As she lay there, listening to the deformed man's savage snarls, she realized that she was not alone. Something was in the cabin with her, something dark and malevolent.

She turned to see a pile of bones in the corner of the room. They were small bones, too small to be anything other than those of a child.

And then she saw it. The glint of an eye in the shadows, the shape of a twisted, deformed face lurking in the darkness.

The deformed man had found her. And he was hungry. Sarah scrambled to her feet, her heart racing as she backed away from the creature in the shadows. She knew she was trapped, with no way out of the cabin.

The deformed man stepped forward, his twisted face contorted with hunger and rage. He reached out a gnarled hand, and Sarah recoiled, pressing herself against the wall.

As he drew closer, Sarah searched frantically for something to defend herself with. Her eyes landed on a nearby fireplace, and she saw a fire poker lying beside it.

With a surge of courage, Sarah lunged forward and grabbed the poker. She swung it at the deformed man with all her strength, striking him in the chest.

The creature stumbled backward, snarling in fury. Sarah saw her chance and bolted for the door, slamming it shut behind her.

She could hear the deformed man pounding on the door, trying to break through. She knew she had to get out of the forest, to find help and bring an end to the monster's reign of terror.

With a burst of adrenaline, she ran deeper into the forest, the sound of the deformed man's snarls echoing in her ears. She stumbled through the darkness, her heart pounding, until she finally emerged from the trees and saw the lights of the town in the distance.

As she stumbled into the town square, she saw a group of people gathered around a small figure lying on the ground. She ran over, her heart in her throat, and saw that it was her brother.

Jacob was alive, but barely. He was covered in scratches and bruises, and he was trembling with fear.

Sarah collapsed beside him, tears streaming down her face. She had found her brother, but at a terrible cost.

The deformed man was never found, but the town was never the same. Children no longer played in the forest, and parents kept a close watch on their kids at all times.

Sarah never forgot the horror she had faced in the forest, and she knew that the deformed man was still out there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for his next victim.

For years afterward, she would wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, with the image of the deformed man's twisted face burned into her mind.

And even now, long after she had left the town and moved on with her life, she could still hear the creature's savage snarls echoing in her ears, a reminder of the darkness that lurked just beyond the edge of the forest.

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