Brasstax said:
ARGH!
Brasstax said:
supernaut said:chupacabraor *NWS*this *NWS*
Brasstax said:One time, I was coming home through the woods late at night. It was in Illinois and the month was January. I was returning from a friend's house and it was around 11:30PM. I was 15.
I walked those woods many times. Every once in a while, I would imagine there were things out there. Bad things. Things that wanted to get me. Sometimes wild dogs, sometimes Indians. Usually, irrational thoughts.
I was walking in the crisp snow along a frozen creek. I was looking down watching the reflection of the moon on the ice which had been swept clear of snow by the wind. My heart lept into my throat. Looking at me through the ice was the bloated rotting face of a corpse. I stopped in my tracks and lept backwards. Surely, my eyes were playing tricks on me. I knew I should run but I couldn't help it.
I prepared to run past the spot and get home as fast as I could. When I looked, the face had gone. I did a double take and then started to calm down. I laughed a little and headed off towards home at a pretty good clip. That was when the ice broke.
My leg went through. To my horror, I felt as if something was pulling me under. I tried to pull away and climb out of the water but the ice at the edge kept breaking. I was struggling in terror now as my face was pulled under. I felt myself begining to give in to the force below. This is when something in me recoiled in sheer self preservation. I literally climbed onto the soft, lumpy mass that was pulling at me and launched myself onto the icey creek. I got up and started running as fast as I could. I looked back over my shoulder once and I saw a skeletal hand with rotten flesh hanging off it pawing at the icey hole. I didn't look back again.
I have never told anyone this story and I feel kind of guilty. I only just found out that at least one kid a year goes missing in that area. I think I know where they are.