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Lost In The Forest

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It's quiet
My thoughts forming in rhythm
Pounding in my head
In perfect time with my heartbeat
In the dark
Dying trees surrounding me like blind sentries

He is coming

My every footstep sealing my fate just a little bit more
Dead leaves whisper menacingly beneath my feet
Maybe I should run
What good would that do me
The shadows are cruel
Stealing the path from me
Hiding it behind clotted blackness
I cannot turn around
Far too late for that
The belly of the beast beckons
Seeing him every time I close my eyes
I know he's there
Like an angel of death
Silently
Watching
Following

He is coming

Wishing I were asleep
Safe beneath soft linen
Fingers stroking ebony fur
My beloved dog
If only they were here with me
I continue
From the corner of my eye
A blank visage
Smiling at me
Inviting
It makes no sense
My heart is pounding
Hard enough to stagger me
My breath a cold mist in the frigid night air

He is coming

These woods go on forever
In the distance a light post shines with hopeful light
The full moon behind me
I can't stop to marvel at it's beauty
My fear giving me a desperate resolve
Careful stride becoming a panicked jog
Picking up speed into a terrified run
Don't turn around
Closer with every paranoid turn of my head
A man in a black suit
Am I losing my mind
I won't scream
Won't scream
Won't
His face
His awful face
Featureless
The color of moonlight
Beautiful and terrible
Watching me with a fevered hunger
Tendrils opaque as oil
Extending past his narrow shoulders
Seemingly made of shadow itself

He is coming

What is he
Why does he pursue
Questions screaming past my rationality
Behind me
Silent as a corpse
This is really happening
Nightmare given form
All that's left is to run like Hell
That lamppost beckons me with it's dim light
An empty street only a few more meters
Stopping now would be tantamount to idiocy
I don't even get the opportunity to make my decision
A length of darkness coils around my ankle
Pulling me onto the forest floor
Slowly drawing me towards his dark form
My vision clouding over
Near enough to finally, truly see him
Proving to me that demons exist
My last vision of life
I finally scream
A sound from the darkest depths of my soul
Cutting through the soundless forest

Rose's frantic barking brings me back
My eyes snap open
Cold perspiration stipples my brow
Concerned canine by my bedside
What manner of dream could cause such terrible visions
Tympanic beating in my chest
If it's over, then why am I still scared
Pictures of that strange being remain embedded in my mind
The monster in the night
Coming for me
When I found myself lost in the forest

©A. DeMario 2012
A little piece inspired by the whole, "Slender Man" mythos. I found it a lot scarier then I'd originally thought. I'm hoping I captured enough of the horror of the Slender Man.
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Caroline-A-Muze's avatar
i got chills there multiplin