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Part Two:
It came again. Last night at exactly 10pm.
I don’t even know how I’m going to tell you what happened. Or why I’m telling you. I guess I’m just hoping that somebody somewhere will help me to find a way to make it stop.
I packed my bags last night, shortly after writing to you guys on here. I thought that if I could get away from this place before 10pm, I would be able to find sanctuary away from this ‘thing’. It took me ten minutes to grab everything that I own, shove it in a suitcase and throw it in the back of my truck, but deep down I knew it wouldn’t let me leave.
The tyres on my banged out fiesta had been slashed completely. All four of them! Ripped to shreds like a beast had used them as a chew toy. There was an overwhelming smell of petrol as I walked around the car, desperately thinking of what I could do. Not wanting to admit the real and present danger of the situation I was in, I retreated back to the cabin and searched for my phone. It wasn’t much use as I hadn’t been able to get any signal at this place for the last three months. It really was an ‘unplugged’ adventure.
There’s a land line in the Main Reception!
Resisting the urge to cry, I forced every bit of bravado I could muster up inside and walked slowly to the Main Reception building, giving every faint noise my complete attention.
The door was locked.
In my haste to leave my cabin today, I had totally forgotten that the season was now at an end and that all of the teens would have been packed on to the coaches earlier this afternoon ready to depart their woodland adventures. This would only leave myself, Roger and Pendle, as skeleton staff for clean up and pack away.
Maybe Roger will have a key?
Walking to Roger’s cabin would be no small feat. He preferred to be sited in the more secluded area of the forest, away from the ‘reckless, annoying brats’ as he called them. Making the journey to his cabin would take at least half hour and there was no obvious path through the trees. It was already 9.30pm and that would mean that I would be getting there just before that ‘thing’ comes. I know Pendle, our caretaker, didn’t sleep on the grounds on the night. He preferred to make an hours commute down the mountain to the little shack that he called home. He was dead against staying overnight, even when we were short staffed and he was offered double pay to be Night supervisor. I thought that was weird at the time, but now I’m wondering if he knows more than he is letting on?
I grabbed my torch and decided that I’d walk to Roger’s cabin. I would be safe there and if I was quick, I would get there in good time. Roger wasn’t a big man, but he was still company and if I needed anything, I needed company.
About ten minutes into the walk through the overgrown pathway to Roger’s cabin, I began to feel myself trembling. The air seemed to be cooler in amongst the trees and I found myself making small clouds of steam with every breath. I folded my arms in front of me and cursed myself for not dressing more appropriately for the cooler temperatures. My ripped jean shorts and vest top were more suited to a summer beach party than a late night hike and I looked like one of those ladies that would offer to wash your car at a service station for charity. It’s funny, even when you’re in the midst of the most dangerous situation you’ve ever been in, you still find yourself judging your own aesthetics.
As I walked deeper into the forest, I started to feel like the trees were getting closer to me, enveloping me in an abyss of darkness. They seemed to be growing larger, making me feel small and isolated in their shadows. I quickened the pace, noticing that it was now getting closer to that dreaded time.
Then, in the distance, I saw a welcoming orange glow from the window of Roger’s cabin. For a moment I felt safe. Untouchable. And I smiled.
I ran the last 150m or so and began frantically knocking on Roger’s door. It didn’t take long for him to open the door and pull me inside, with a look of deep concern on his face.
“What’s going on? Are you Ok? What’s happened?’ He blurted out questions with such urgency and such genuine concern, that it made me cry. I seriously opened the floodgates and grabbed on to him with every bit of strength that I could find within me. I didn’t realise just how much these past few occurrences had exhausted me. Now that I was safe, I didn’t want to explain, I just wanted to stay safe.
Somewhere along the line, Roger had realised that I wasn’t ready to divulge the reasons as to why I had turned up hysterically at his cabin door at night, and he stopped asking questions and just hugged me. I wanted that moment to last forever, however my eyes deceived me and began to search Roger’s lounge area for a clock. And when I found it, that all too familiar sharp stab of fear penetrated through me. It was 10pm.
Roger must have felt my body tense up completely as he grabbed my arms and held me outstretched in front of him.
“Please tell me what is going on. I can help you”, he said in such a calm, soothing voice. He forced a smile through the worry as his eyes pleaded with me to let him in.
Just as I was about to explain, there was a sudden loud bang from the kitchenette area.
“IT’S HEREEEEE, IT’S HEREEEEEEE…….” I shrieked as I grabbed on to Roger’s arm and pulled him towards me.
Another loud bang drove through the silence. This time from down the hall.
“Oh God, Roger, you need to HELP MEEEEEE!”
An even louder bang came from the bedroom…then another…then another….until bangs surrounded us, each from different areas of the cabin. Sometimes on the wooden walls, then on the windows, then on the roof. It was as though a buffalo stampede was encircling the house and even running over the roof.
I screamed and held on to Roger so tightly as he began to shake and look in the direction of each bang. Then there was one final bang and the front door flew open.
It was the ‘thing’. He stood right in front of us and stared, as if he was calculating his next move. His head twitched rapidly from side to side as a foamy substance fell slowly from his drooping lips. His pale, elongated face almost shone through the darkened background of the forest behind him and I found myself staring at his long, thin limbs and his spiny stature. I didn’t dare move a muscle as I felt Roger’s grip on my arm become tighter.
The ‘thing’ glided slowly towards us until his face was mere inches away from mine, then he quickly shot his head in Roger’s direction and slowly opened his mouth. An extremely high pitched scream-like noise was unleashed from the blackness of his mouth, making Roger fall to the floor in fear.
I just stood there. I didn’t help.
I didn’t help as the ‘thing’ raised it’s long bony arm and then thrashed down against Roger’s skull, tearing away a strip of flesh from his forehead that dangled around his eye socket.
I didn’t help as Roger screamed, as the second blow ripped his eye ball out of the socket and tore away two of his fingers that had been used as a shield from the attack of the unnaturally sharp talons.
I just stood there as Roger crawled on the floor, gargling on his own blood and gripping his neck after that humanoid creature had buried it’s nails into his throat and scraped through his jugular.
Before he died, he looked up at me. He looked right into my eyes and it looked like he was asking ‘why?’
I just screamed. And screamed. And screamed.
The ‘thing’ didn’t even look at me. It just turned away and glided out of the front door. Before it exited completely, It raised its arm in front of it and I could hear what sounded like a slurping noise. I didn’t even want to think about what it was doing, but I’m sure that what I heard was that humanoid freak sucking Roger’s blood off it’s claws.
Then it was gone.
I don’t know how long I stayed there, but I must’ve said sorry a hundred times. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I didn’t understand why it was happening. I still don’t.
But I do know that I can’t get anyone else involved in this nightmare. I need to deal with this myself. I can’t risk anyone else getting hurt.
But maybe Pendle knows something?
Part Three:
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