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A man murders somebody. After following an animal in the woods, the woods seem to be a little odd.

Submitted: March 02, 2016

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There is a predator, and a prey. And I don’t think you understand how fucking good it feels, to be the predator. The rush just hits you and, I can’t even explain it. I had this bitch’s throat right up to my knife. The greatest part is seeing the poor bastard’s face, right before I kill them. Desperate for that one last chance to live. It’s interesting seeing what people would do to live. This guy right here I had to chase down. Almost got away, but he didn’t. You may be asking why I would kill this person. What has he done to me? Absolutely nothing. I could have chosen anyone, luck of the draw I guess. After a while you just crave that feeling of power, a power you cannot experience from anything else. Most people would say that’s fucked up, but you can’t judge what you haven’t done. You really can’t. You may say never kill anyone, I’d say give it a try sometime. I slit the throat.

A throat is harder to cut then you think. You have all the muscles and shit there. I like to the cut the head right off, it’s like, a trade mark so to speak. So, I have to work at it because it’s so hard to cut. Almost done with cutting it I hear something in the woods. “Who the fuck is there?” I say, very aggressively. I’ve killed over a dozen people so far, no one has caught me yet. No way will someone just witness this. I take the knife and wipe it down on the corpse’s shirt. I look up. I see a figure move quickly. It moved too fast and far away for me to see who, or what, it is. But no risks. I get up and start running in the snowy forest. The figure keeps running in all random directions into the forest. I slowly start catching up to it, eye on the figure. Eventually, when it tries to dodge one tree I see a horn. Was I following a fucking animal this whole time? I look down. I didn’t even notice the trail the figure was leaving. Hooves. It was an animal. Goddammit. I left the body there unattended just to follow a fucking animal? Luckily we were deep in the forest, but I like to find a good hiding place for the bodies, I’d hate to leave it in the open. I have a method, and if I could get away with more than a dozen murders, I can do it again. I see my footmarks that I left, and I think to myself I can just follow those back to the body.

After what felt like a really long time, I still wasn’t at the body. The footmarks seemed to just keep going. There was no way I ran this far. I only followed the animal for about a minute. I’ve been walking for what feels like fifteen minutes. There were no other footmarks around, those had to be mine. I didn’t want to go a different direction. I didn’t want to fuck myself over. I felt there was no choice but to just keep following my footsteps back. Even if they weren’t mine, it would still lead me back to civilization and then I can find the body from there, hopefully before other people do.

After what felt like almost two hours I was starting to question it all. No way does this make sense. I didn’t even think these woods were that big. Even though we live in Michigan, it’s not like we live in a completely rural area. I take out my cell phone. It was dead. I just charged it recently. It must be the cold weather, it drained the fucking battery. I keep walking, I didn’t want to get lost so I had to keep following my footsteps back.

After what felt like another hour something hit me. The sun. The fucking sun hasn’t set. It should have set an hour ago. A matter of fact, it hasn’t moved at all. It’s been sitting in the same fucking place the whole time. Maybe it wasn’t three hours I was walking? Was it really only about twenty minutes? I had no clock to tell. No. It couldn’t have been. I know what three hours feels like. When you just follow backwards shoe marks in the snow for three hours, it feels like a pretty long fucking time. It all doesn’t make sense to me. I decide to go right, these footmarks aren’t helping.

I eventually got far away from the footmarks. Looking back I couldn’t even see them anymore. I quit. I don’t care if anyone finds me in the woods with a dead body somewhere in it. I’m a good liar, I’ll get myself out of it if it causes a big situation. I scream, “Help!” No answer. None at all. I scream it again. Nothing. The weird thing is, there was no echo. I always thought if you scream in a dead silent forest there is an echo. In my past experience there was. I’m not sure, I’m not fucking scientist, and it may be because of the snow.

As I keep walking, I see something up ahead. It looked like the body I left! I found my way back! I must have gone in a giant unnecessary circle around instead of strait back to it. It was still kind of weird that it took three hours to take a detour back to the body, although because the sun didn’t shift it may have not been three hours… but it had to be. I couldn’t lie to myself out of this one. It all didn’t add up. But, whatever, let me just dispose this fucking body and I’ll go home and sleep off the rest of this bullshit.

As I ran and got closer I could tell it was the body. But as I kept running I noticed the head was completely off and sitting up, and about half a foot away from the body. What the fuck? I never finished cutting off the head because I ran after that fucking animal. As I got closer I saw the face. The face had wide open, bulging eyes and the biggest smile I ever seen. Like a crazy person smile. I fall backwards out of surprised. Who the hell did this? Why is this man’s head off and just smiling. And at me?! Did it know I was going to find the body at this direction? I then notice there is patted down snow around it, the snow I was on while killing him, but no footmarks. I get up and back away slowly. Who the fuck is in this forest? Who did this shit? As I back away the face keeps staring at me. It looks like it’s almost staring through me. I start to back up and turn a little left while still looking at it, and its eyes followed me. I thought it was my imagination so I started walking closer to it, turning right. The eyes kept following me. Every direction I went the eyes would go that direction too, keeping that blank, lifeless smile.

It’s dead. Its head is half a foot away from the body. It makes no sense. I scream “Stop staring at me!” but it seemed after I screamed that the smile grew larger, and its eyes opened even more. I turn around and start running. As I run I start to hear voices on my right. I need to find people. As I run right the voices get louder. I need to find people and see what the fuck is going on. I hear a police radio and then I stop running. I hesitate to go closer, I don’t want them to suspect me of the murder. But I can’t explain the body, and those eyes. I felt that face was so horrific that it is imbedded in my memory. Maybe the police did this? That’s fucked up, but the only logical explanation, except I can’t explain the eyes following me. I weigh out the pros and cons and I decide to start walking over them. I see two police officers standing by a dead body.

“Male, 32, died of a heart attack in the woods. Cause: unknown”. I look at the body. It was me. I run up screaming, but the officers didn’t do anything. They couldn’t hear me. No, this couldn’t be happening. I look to my left, and engraved on a tree it says, “Welcome to Hell”. I turn around. There was a seven foot creature standing behind me. It had hooves and horns. It was the devil.

 

 

There is a predator, and a prey. And I don’t think you understand how fucking good it feels, to be the predator. The rush just hits you and, I can’t even explain it. I had this bitch’s throat right up to my knife. The greatest part is seeing the poor bastard’s face, right before I kill them. Desperate for that one last chance to live. It’s interesting seeing what people would do to live. This guy right here I had to chase down. Almost got away, but he didn’t. You may be asking why I would kill this person. What has he done to me? Absolutely nothing. I could have chosen anyone, luck of the draw I guess. After a while you just crave that feeling of power, a power you cannot experience from anything else. Most people would say that’s fucked up, but you can’t judge what you haven’t done. You really can’t. You may say never kill anyone, I’d say give it a try sometime. I slit the throat.

 

A throat is harder to cut then you think. You have all the muscles and shit there. I like to the cut the head right off, it’s like, a trade mark so to speak. So, I have to work at it because it’s so hard to cut. Almost done with cutting it I hear something in the woods. “Who the fuck is there?” I say, very aggressively. I’ve killed over a dozen people so far, no one has caught me yet. No way will someone just witness this. I take the knife and wipe it down on the corpse’s shirt. I look up. I see a figure move quickly. It moved too fast and far away for me to see who, or what, it is. But no risks. I get up and start running in the snowy forest. The figure keeps running in all random directions into the forest. I slowly start catching up to it, eye on the figure. Eventually, when it tries to dodge one tree I see a horn. Was I following a fucking animal this whole time? I look down. I didn’t even notice the trail the figure was leaving. Hooves. It was an animal. Goddammit. I left the body there unattended just to follow a fucking animal? Luckily we were deep in the forest, but I like to find a good hiding place for the bodies, I’d hate to leave it in the open. I have a method, and if I could get away with more than a dozen murders, I can do it again. I see my footmarks that I left, and I think to myself I can just follow those back to the body.

 

After what felt like a really long time, I still wasn’t at the body. The footmarks seemed to just keep going. There was no way I ran this far. I only followed the animal for about a minute. I’ve been walking for what feels like fifteen minutes. There were no other footmarks around, those had to be mine. I didn’t want to go a different direction. I didn’t want to fuck myself over. I felt there was no choice but to just keep following my footsteps back. Even if they weren’t mine, it would still lead me back to civilization and then I can find the body from there, hopefully before other people do.

 

After what felt like almost two hours I was starting to question it all. No way does this make sense. I didn’t even think these woods were that big. Even though we live in Michigan, it’s not like we live in a completely rural area. I take out my cell phone. It was dead. I just charged it recently. It must be the cold weather, it drained the fucking battery. I keep walking, I didn’t want to get lost so I had to keep following my footsteps back.

 

After what felt like another hour something hit me. The sun. The fucking sun hasn’t set. It should have set an hour ago. A matter of fact, it hasn’t moved at all. It’s been sitting in the same fucking place the whole time. Maybe it wasn’t three hours I was walking? Was it really only about twenty minutes? I had no clock to tell. No. It couldn’t have been. I know what three hours feels like. When you just follow backwards shoe marks in the snow for three hours, it feels like a pretty long fucking time. It all doesn’t make sense to me. I decide to go right, these footmarks aren’t helping.

 

I eventually got far away from the footmarks. Looking back I couldn’t even see them anymore. I quit. I don’t care if anyone finds me in the woods with a dead body somewhere in it. I’m a good liar, I’ll get myself out of it if it causes a big situation. I scream, “Help!” No answer. None at all. I scream it again. Nothing. The weird thing is, there was no echo. I always thought if you scream in a dead silent forest there is an echo. In my past experience there was. I’m not sure, I’m not fucking scientist, and it may be because of the snow.

 

As I keep walking, I see something up ahead. It looked like the body I left! I found my way back! I must have gone in a giant unnecessary circle around instead of strait back to it. It was still kind of weird that it took three hours to take a detour back to the body, although because the sun didn’t shift it may have not been three hours… but it had to be. I couldn’t lie to myself out of this one. It all didn’t add up. But, whatever, let me just dispose this fucking body and I’ll go home and sleep off the rest of this bullshit.

 

As I ran and got closer I could tell it was the body. But as I kept running I noticed the head was completely off and sitting up, and about half a foot away from the body. What the fuck? I never finished cutting off the head because I ran after that fucking animal. As I got closer I saw the face. The face had wide open, bulging eyes and the biggest smile I ever seen. Like a crazy person smile. I fall backwards out of surprised. Who the hell did this? Why is this man’s head off and just smiling. And at me?! Did it know I was going to find the body at this direction? I then notice there is patted down snow around it, the snow I was on while killing him, but no footmarks. I get up and back away slowly. Who the fuck is in this forest? Who did this shit? As I back away the face keeps staring at me. It looks like it’s almost staring through me. I start to back up and turn a little left while still looking at it, and its eyes followed me. I thought it was my imagination so I started walking closer to it, turning right. The eyes kept following me. Every direction I went the eyes would go that direction too, keeping that blank, lifeless smile.

 

It’s dead. Its head is half a foot away from the body. It makes no sense. I scream “Stop staring at me!” but it seemed after I screamed that the smile grew larger, and its eyes opened even more. I turn around and start running. As I run I start to hear voices on my right. I need to find people. As I run right the voices get louder. I need to find people and see what the fuck is going on. I hear a police radio and then I stop running. I hesitate to go closer, I don’t want them to suspect me of the murder. But I can’t explain the body, and those eyes. I felt that face was so horrific that it is imbedded in my memory. Maybe the police did this? That’s fucked up, but the only logical explanation, except I can’t explain the eyes following me. I weigh out the pros and cons and I decide to start walking over them. I see two police officers standing by a dead body.

 

“Male, 32, died of a heart attack in the woods. Cause: unknown”. I look at the body. It was me. I run up screaming, but the officers didn’t do anything. They couldn’t hear me. No, this couldn’t be happening. I look to my left, and engraved on a tree it says, “Welcome to Hell”. I turn around. There was a seven foot creature standing behind me. It had hooves and horns. It was the devil.

 

 

 

 


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