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Keep An Open Mind
There is no truth behind this, no right answers. Why does he stay inside? Why is he going mad? What is the willow?
What is going on outside? I wrote this in such a way that every time you read it you see a different story in your mind.
Each reader will create their own world and the willow will be their own personal demon. I do hope you have fun with this simple short story.
So tell me, what demons haunt your dreams as you read "The Willow Tree"?
The Willow Tree
June 17th, 2027
It rained again today. It used to always rain on my birthday, but these days it seems to never stop raining. I suppose I should be grateful. The sound of the drops hitting my front porch reminds me of footsteps, and brings me some small measure of comfort. I feel less alone.
June 20th, 2027
I woke up from a long nap today to find the rain had stopped, or at least the noise of it had. Every now and then I hear the trickle of water, but outside my window all I see is haze and fog. I can't really tell if it has stopped, or if it's only slowed. As I stare out into the fog I know I must have been going mad, I could swear there was something moving out there, but I knew that couldn't be true. No one has been out this far for longer than I can remember. The fog was just playing tricks on me. It was probably just the old willow tree a few houses down.
June 21st, 2027
There is no rain today. Not even a trickle. But yesterday's fog seems thicker somehow. It is the summer, so it must be the heat. The sun is beating down hard out there, and on all the moisture from the weeks of rain. That must be it... Oh and the figure is there again. I can't help but feel like it is watching me as I look out at it. I really need to find something to do around here before my madness gets out of control. I know it's just a tree, but it seems so big for a willow... And all the bushes around my house have been dead and shriveled for days. How is it still standing?
June 22nd, 2027
I awoke in the middle of the night, or at least I think it was, to what sounded like an explosion. I got up and rushed to my window... It was horrible. The house just two doors down from mine was in flames. Shrapnel and debris from its burning carcass had been cast all across the neighborhood. Was it a gas leak? A meteor? Something must have set it off. Was someone left alone inside there just like me? How could anyone blow up a house they were still inside of? That would be madness. But I'm one to talk. The old willow looks like it is in front of my neighbor's house now. I really need to get some sleep.
It took me a few hours but I finally got to sleep again. The house is still burning. I can still hear the wood cracking under the heat of the fire. It almost sounds like someone snapping twigs to toss onto a bonfire. It's not helping the mood though. The wind raking across the burning building sounds like howls from some feral beast. If there was anyone around to watch it, I could almost turn these wild musings of mine into a script for some movie.
June 27th, 2027
It didn't wake me, I don't know how... When I finally got up and looked out the window, my neighbor's house... It's gone... Just fallen to the ground like a house of cards... I shouldn't worry though... Not long left... The willow is in my yard.
This story has been edited. I do not take credit for this piece of writing, or for the idea of the creepypasta. Credit goes to whomever originally wrote this. I simply edited so it would not be taken down from the site.
Original can be found here. spike30.deviantart.com/art/the-willow-372513796