Ad blocker interference detected!
Wikia is a free-to-use site that makes money from advertising. We have a modified experience for viewers using ad blockers
Wikia is not accessible if you’ve made further modifications. Remove the custom ad blocker rule(s) and the page will load as expected.
Well, to start this off my name is obviously classified, just in case... Something... Finds this.
Anyways, About seven weeks ago... Or was it last week? Hm. Anyways, I decided (because I had absolute no fucking common sense) to go explore my nice pretty spacious backwoods with nice little trails.
So, I set out, flashlight and knife in hand, and sauntered into my woods, not scared even after recently re-reading the Slenderman creepypastas. Yes I was (am still) an avid creepypasta fan; Slenderman, the Rake, Jeff The Killer, BEN (<- That was a good one)
I watched Marble Hornets, EverymanHYBRID, TribeTwelve etc. So you could call me a bit of an expert on most creepypastas. ((Meh kinda)) So 100 ft or so in, I come up to this fork in the crossroads. I being me, decided, "Fuck trails, let's go off road." So, I decided to go straight through them, starting to wade through tall grass.
"Maybe I might find some wild Zubat!" I exclaimed happily to myself, coming up to a dead old crooked tree. I stopped, and inspected it. "Hm," I muttered, a creepy, eerie feeling pulling at my heart as I turned around to go back to the trail. A tall black flash obscured my vision.. And from there this is all based on what I believe to have happened.
I stared into the trees, frowning. And I shook the feeling off, deciding that I was just being jumpy after reading the creepypastas before leaving for my woods. I decided to move back to the trail, double tracking and coming back to the crossroads, where I turned left. Since there's gaps, a lot of gaps. But I'm guessing, maybe an hour or so later, I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, something moving, quickly. It was such a quick white flash. I didn't catch anything but the blurriness of the figure, and yet...
That feeling returned to me, and my heart sunk down into my chest, I shook it off, and walked forward again, my mind whirring as I nervously tapped my hand against my thigh, my other hand tracing the handle of my knife. Another hour or so later, I stop, caught by an unexplainable force as I saw something stop in the corner of my eye.
I turned slightly, deftly pulling my knife out of my pocket before turning to face it. That thing, an easy 6 ft, but so hunched and grotesque that it looked about 4. Its eyes were black holes, and its hands formed long, grotesque, deadly looking talons. I blinked, and finally released the breath I had been holding.
Automatically classifying the creature in my head.
"It's The Rake," I blurted out, my eyes widening as I realized I spoke.
I took a large step backwards, and another, and another. Until it started walking slowly towards me every step I took back. Next thing I knew, I was running. Running as fast as I ever had in my life. I looked back, and it was rushing at me, gaining fast, its talons outstretched, trying to catch me.
I whimpered slightly, and added more steam, my small stamina soon quickly failing me. 'It would take thirty minutes to get back to my house' I figured, calculating the probability of me living. It was about 10:1, which wasn't good odds when you're trying to run from certain death. I turned quickly, praying that I was somehow finding a shortcut. The Rake followed, crashing through the underbrush at an amazing speed. I felt it reach for me once more, and it easily slashed through part of my jacket, reaching my skin.
I cried out in pain, and pushed forward, breaking out of the underbrush, screaming as its claws ripped through my back once more. I rushed into the first clearing I had originally come to when I strayed from the path, and collapsed next to the tree, officially giving up on any hope of possibly living.
I curled up tightly and pressed myself closer to the tree, waiting for the end. In an instant, I heard the stopping of the steps it was taking towards me, and a soft voice whispering something inaudible. I took a deep breath and looked around myself, finding that I was completely, and utterly, alone.
My heart was pounding furiously in my chest, my breathing rapid as I rushed to my feet, shaking as I realized in the confusion, I had dropped my knife. I could feel my back wet with blood, and as I tried to walk back to my house, the pain shot up it every time I moved. And I whimpered, looking backwards and seeing that everything was clear. I started limping back to my house slowly, and that's when everything in my memory cuts off.
The last thing of that event that I sanely know and remember, was waking up in the middle of my room's floor, my wounds bandaged and no longer bleeding. According to the friends I had been talking to before I left, I was gone for three hours, and until a couple nights later, I had absolutely no memory of anything that had happened in that span of time past the old tree.