Lost in the Woods

A group of musketeers get lost in a thick timber and stumble upon an abandoned cabin. As they spend the night, they start to witness strange circumstances and find out that they aren't alone in the forestland."

The forestland were thick and dark, and the moonlight could slightly pierce through the thick cover of leaves. A group of musketeers, comprising of four teenagers, had gone camping in the timber to celebrate the end of their examinations. But as they wandered deeper into the forestland, they soon realized they were lost.

After hours of fruitless wandering, they stumbled upon an old cabin that looked like it had been abandoned for times. Despite the creepy feeling, they decided to spend the night there, thankful for a roof over their heads.

The cabin was damp and musty, and the rustic bottoms creaked with every step. As they settled in, they began to hear strange noises outdoors, like outgrowths snapping and rustling leaves. But they signed it off, condemning it on the wind.

As they sat around the small fireplace, they heard a loud thud that shook the cabin. The door was still locked, and they had no idea what had caused it. They tried to assure each other, but their fear was palpable.

As the night went on, the strange circumstances came more frequent. The temperature in the cabin dropped suddenly, and they could see their breath in the air. The fire in the fireplace flitted and went out, leaving them in complete darkness. And also they heard it, a low scowl that sounded like it was coming from outside the cabin.

They huddled together, trying to find a source of light, when they suddenly heard a scratching sound on the door. It was as if commodity was trying to claw its way in. Their hearts contending, they realized they weren't alone in the forestland.

The scratching sound persisted, getting louder and more frantic. Suddenly, the door burst open, and they were brazened by a figure, shrouded in darkness. It moved towards them, and they could see the glint of its eyes in the dim light.

They screamed and ran, blindly making their way through the forestland, not knowing where they were going. The critter was chasing them, its growls and tailbacks

echoing through the timber.

Just when they allowed

they had escaped, they stumbled upon a clearing, and there it was, staying for them. The critter was huge, with fur as black as the night, and eyes that sounded to glow with an unearthly light.

They were trapped, and the critter was closing in on them. In their despair, they noticed a small chalet at the edge of the clearing. They made a run for it, hoping to find some kind of armament to defend themselves.

As they trolled through the chalet, they set up an old layoff, rusted and covered in cobwebs. It was better than nothing. Armed with the layoff, they prepared to face the critter.

The critter dived at them, its teeth disclosed and its claws extended. They fought back, swinging the layoff with all their muscle. The critter was important, but they were determined to survive.

In the end, they surfaced victorious, but they were bombarded and bruised. As they stumbled out of the forestland, they realized that they had been changed by their experience. They were no longer debonair teenagers, but survivors of a agony.

Times latterly, they would look back on that night with a admixture of fear and admiration. They had faced their fears and come out alive, but they would noway forget the horrors that awaited them in the forestland.

As they walked back to civilization, they could not help but wonder what the critter was and how it ended up in those forestland. It sounded nearly supernatural, as if it did not belong in this world.

They decided to report the incident to the original authorities, but they were met with dubitation

and unbelief. The authorities dismissed their story, telling them it was presumably just a wild beast.

But the group knew the verity. They had seen commodity that was beyond explanation, commodity that did not belong in the natural world.

The experience left a deep mark on them, and they were noway the same again. They came paranoid and fearful, visited by the memory of that night.

Times went by, and they tried to forget about the incident, but it was always in the reverse of their minds. And also, one day, they entered a package in the correspondence. It was a small rustic box, and inside it, they set up a single piece of paper.

On the paper was a cryptic communication, written in a language they did not understand. But they could feel the darkness and wrong expiring

from it.

They soon realized that the critter they had encountered in the forestland wasn't the only one of its kind. There were others out there, lurking in the murk, staying for their coming prey.

And they knew, deep down, that they were noway truly safe. The forestland held secrets that were best left undiscovered, and they had unwittingly stumbled upon them.

The group noway went back to the forestland, but they were ever changed by their experience. They came hung up with the unknown, spending innumerous hours probing the occult and the supernatural, trying to understand what they had encountered.

In the end, they noway set up the answers they were looking for, but they continued to search, driven by their inextinguishable curiosity and their need for check.

Their experience had tutored them that the world wasn't always what it sounded, that there were effects beyond our understanding lurking in the murk. And they knew that they would noway forget the horrors they had witnessed in the forestland, no matter how hard they tried.

The group ultimately went their separate ways, each carrying the weight of their experience with them. But they remained connected through the bond they had formed during that intimidating night in the forestland.

Times went by, and they noway spoke of the incident again. It came a distant memory, like a agony that fades with the morning light.

But one day, they entered another package in the correspondence. It was from an anonymous sender, and inside it, they set up a single snap.

The snap was of the abandoned cabin, the bone

they had stayed in all those times agone

. But there was commodity different about it. In the background, they could see the figure of a critter, its eyes glowing with a minatory light.

The group knew that they weren't alone, that the critter was still out there, staying for its coming victims. And they knew that they had to advise others, to help anyone differently from falling prey to the horrors that lurked in the forestland.

They participated the snap with the authorities, and this time, they were taken seriously. A hunt party was transferred out into the forestland, but they set up nothing.

The group knew that the critter was still out there, staying for its coming victims. But they also knew that they had done everything they could to help it from striking again.

And so they went on with their lives, visited by their experience but also strengthened by it. They had faced their fears and surfaced victorious, and they knew that they were stronger for it.

But deep down, they also knew that they would noway forget the night they were lost in the forestland, the night they encountered commodity beyond their understanding, commodity that still visited their dreams to this day.