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Join Date: Nov 2003
Location: Minnesota. The Icetray of the WORLD.
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Green Bluff
Green Bluff
Sid hated nature.
He hated all of it. The plants that made your skin irritate like fire, the annoying bugs constantly swarming around him, and the idiotic trees that deserved to be shredded into newspaper.
Then why was he here? He didn’t want to come, but his father loved camping, and “Great Mother Nature”, or so he said. No, he didn’t want to be here. A nameless dread filled this forest, every time his father came out for a father-son hiking trip. Often, when he was younger, he enjoyed these trips. But the forest, once warm and welcoming, now seemed dark and brooding. The fear gripped his mind and edged it to the point of insanity. Pushing the thoughts of horror to the back of his mind, he continued to hike up the mountain side. But pushing things into the back of your mind is only avoiding the problem.
“Sid? Sid, are you alright?”
Blinking, he stood up. He couldn’t let his dad know this fear. Fear was weak; the fear was a sign that he was a coward.
The fear was a sickening reality.
“Oh, sure Dad. Lets go.”
“If you don’t hurry the monster will get you.”
Sid’s father chuckled. It was always a little joke with them. If Sid wasn’t good during the trip he’d be fed to the monster. That innocent child monster story was now one of the most terrifying things Sid heard that day.
“Heheheheh, don’t worry, I’ll catch up.”
Later that night, they set up came at the top of Green Bluff. He’d enjoyed it here, when he was young. The grass and moss was like a cushion around him, the trees shading him from the bright sun. Usually he would look over the bluff and see an endless sea of trees, some waving slowly, leaves rustled by the wind.
Not anymore. Now, at night, anything beyond the glow of the firelight seemed dangerous. In the shadows hid his very fears, his imagination supplying the images. Poking the fire with a stick, he watched the sparks fly up into the air, like fireflies dancing though the night sky. He sighed. It was almost boring here now, except for that horror that clawed into his tender soul. Entering the tent again, he crawled into his sleeping bag and let his mind drift into a world of sleep.
It was late night when he heard it. The soft, slithering sound, like a serpent rustling through the bushes. He turned on the flashlight and glanced over to his father. He was sound asleep of course. Slowly, Sid took the jacket out of his backpack, secretly hoping to wake up his father. But he snored onward, so Sid donned the jacket and walked outside.
The dark forest seemed to call out at him. He was terrified, but drawn to it. The rustling continued throughout the forest. Never at one place, but surrounding was the slithering noise.
Suddenly, he heard a dripping behind him. A dripping of a warm, sticky substance as it landed on his shoulder and slid slowly onto the forest floor. Carefully, he shined his flashlight behind him, revealing the last thing that he would ever see. The entire thing seemed to be made with vines, some draped across trees, others spreading like roots, and some beginning to edge towards Sid’s feet. Extending mouths, like Venus flytraps silently screaming, and teeth with dried gore upon them making the sound of knives sharpening everywhere. This was his fear, and it was no longer nameless, it stood right before him. Stumbling, he tried to run away, but was dragged back by two vines, wrapped around his legs and pulling him ever closer to his doom. More and more vines dropped down, covering his arms, neck, and chest. As he was drawn face to face with the beast, he could smell the caked blood coating the teeth. The mouth shot forward at a blinding speed, and ripped the face right off him. Eyes, skin, lips, and muscle all plummeted down the abominations throat, leaving a bloodied skull front, eyeless sockets staring and jaw grinning ear to ear. Sid had time for one last gurgle, with his throat ripped out and blood pouring from the cracks of his teeth and splattering onto the forest floor.
Sid’s father awoke, groggily checking the sleeping bag beside him. Finding it empty, he gasped with shock. Leaving the camping equipment on the ground in disarray, he began to run to the site of Sid’s death. What was left was only a skeleton, with rags of clothes blowing gently in the wind, weighed only down by bones. No sooner when he spotted the remains, when the monster dropped down from the trees with the familiar rustling and slithering. He stared at it, hatred burning in his eyes like a flame.
“Fine you monster, I gave you my boy. Now, keep the end of your bargain and give her back!”
The monster, even without having any lips, formed a mouth in a crude smile and reached into a trunk of a branch. Out it dragged a female corpse, unrecognizable from the weeks of decay, but it was clear she suffered much before dying.
“You, you, horror! We had a deal! We had a deal! I give you my child; you give me back my wife! We had a deal! A deal!!!”
The father choked back sobs and collapsed on the floor, for now he had no one left. His mad desperation to get his wife back led him to the death of both of the people he cared for most.
The green fiend opened a mouth and started to speak. It had a raspy, thin voice that had a slight mocking ring to it.
“There’s no need to worry, old man. You’ll soon be joining them both.”
With that shot out from the undergrowth and wrapped around the old man’s heart.
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