The Crows Warning

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A woman wakes up in the middle of the forest, with no memory of how she came to be there. With an ending leaving you to use your imagination.

Submitted: May 14, 2010

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Submitted: May 14, 2010

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(A/N: This is an incomplete short story that I wrote in my creative writing class.)

She lay on the cold, snow covered ground unconscious. Her brown hair is tousled and she has scratches on her face and arms. It’s a foggy, quiet winter night in the forest. The woman, Julia, is awakened by the sound of nearby crows cawing.

Startled, she jolts in a sitting position, and looks around. She’s confused and doesn’t know why she’s there. The woman doesn’t remember how she entered the forest or what she was doing minutes before; hours, even. All she is aware of at that moment is the numbing in her feet and hands.

A crow caws again and Julia looks in the direction of the irritating sound. They are standing innocently by a black fence, nibbling at the ground. Another crow swoops down from the leafless trees and joins the rest. She receives a nice view of the night sky as she watches it flap its wings. The black sky is littered with clouds and here and there, she can see dark sky speckled with stars. The air feels damp and wet, as if the earth has just been watered by a soothing rain.

The crow that just appeared suddenly looks in her direction, startling her. She gazes at the crow and it stares back into her brown eyes. The woman gets an unsettling feeling of death and violence in the pit of her stomach. She doesn’t know why this is, but her intuition tells her it has something to do with the reason for her being alone in the shadowy forest.

Tearing her eyes away from the crow, she slowly tries to stand up using a nearby tree for support. Quickly, she can feel the blood rushing back to her feet.

Julia stands in one spot for a moment with wobbly legs, trying to process her next move. Does she wander through the forest looking for a way out and risk hypothermia? If she doesn’t have it already. This seems like the only solution.


In the distance, she can hear cars on the highway, so she knows she’s not far from civilization. Sighing, she pushes forward and tromps through the icy snow. Now, she looks up at the sky and see’s only fog.

Walking for a minute, she looks up again, only to see a light from a house in the distance. Grinning, Julia is happy she has found shelter, but still wary that she doesn’t know where she is or who’s house that is.

Unsure of how long, she walks further, until she appears in the clearing of the house. It’s a log cabin, with smoke tunnelling out of the chimney. She can’t wait to curl up by the fire. She wonders if the people inside are friendly and will help her.

Stepping onto the porch, she notices that the front door is ajar. She calls out, hesitantly, “Hello?” and taps on the door. “Anyone home?”

There is a rustling inside and she waits for the person to greet her, unaware of what she is about to face.

She is startled when a large man appears. He is extremely tall, at least 6'3 and dark-haired, with startling hazel eyes. He scares her immediately - not just because of his intimidating looks, but the fact that he’s smiling at her, almost as if he knows her.

“There you are,” he says. Then he frowns and unexpectedly grabs her by the arm and yanks her into the house. She is so jolted that she falls, and lands on the floor on her side. Who is he? She wonders. He has a vial of something in his hands, and looking into the dining room, she sees a table with an assortment of needles and knives. Her imagination takes over and she gasps in horror.

He approaches her with a daunting demeanour and kicks her in the stomach while she’s down. The wind is knocked out of her and she begins to scamper away, but he grabs hold of the collar of her shirt and heaves her to her feet.

He pulls her close to him so they are almost nose to nose, and she can smell alcohol on his breath. She trembles in fear as he smirks and says, “I wondered where you’d gone to.”

And then she remembers.


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