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The forest of the Monster
One day, there was a man, walking through the woods to get back home. The man had quite a way to go to get back home but, it was getting late, and all he had was a flashlight, a small knife, and a video recorder. The man was hearing weirder and weirder noises as he was walking, he was also starting to see weird shapes in the distance, almost as if it was a tall thin man looking at him with tentacle like things coming out of his back, and spreading in the air.
The strange thing kept appearing as if he was real and the man was being watched, the man also strangely kept on getting this strange feeling that went down from his neck, through his spine. Almost as if his body was telling him to run out of the strange place.
The man took out his camera to see if the camera could see what he could see, but the camera wouldn’t stop acting weird and fizzing the screen. He closed the camera and tried to fix it, he tried pointing the camera again but all he got was trees and mist the figure was gone, but the man didn’t feel like he was alone yet.
He turned around so that he could see what was awaiting him… he saw a man figure again, but this time he was a lot closer than ever before, the man he saw much closer wasn’t moving at all, he was just standing there, as if stalking until he had the chance to go in for the kill.
The man thought that it would be best just to run from the figure and get out of the forest as soon as possible, but the more the man ran the more he saw the figure, it was as if there were many of them wherever he looked, the man started to slow down to pull out his camera and flashlight, just to record if anything bad happened and anybody need to find him.
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...en a strange feeling down his spine again, as if something was breathing on his neck. He turned slowly… seeing if someone was behind him and then boom! The figure was right there, about seven feet away, trying to grab him with his big, skinny, hands, with his sharp and dark fingernails that could rip a man’s heart out… He fell down, so surprised by the strange figure.
The man got up and had to run the fastest he possibly could, when he got at least thirty feet away he turned and the figure was in the same pose, but his head was turned and he was looking at the man.
The mans heart was racing as he ran, he had his flashlight in his hand, but his other hand was empty, wait… wasn’t his knife in his other… but alas, it wasn’t there. He must have dropped it when he started to run! That was the only weapon that he could possibly fight back with.
To be continued…
To her, the youngish black man 一 a broad six feet two inches with a beard and billowing hair, both hands shoved into the pockets of a bulky military jacket 一seemed menacingly close. After a few more quick glimpses, she picked up her pace and was soon running in earnest. Within seconds she disappeared into a cross street.”(294)
My friend Carl was attending a reenactment of the Battle of Gettysburg. He went to a rocky corner of the battlefield filled with boulders, called Devil’s Den, to take a picture of the battlefield. He took out his camera and as he was about to take the picture, he heard a voice say, “What you’re looking for is over there.” Carl looked up and saw a man who resembled a hippie, wearing a floppy hat, no shoes and had long hair, pointing somewhere in the distance. Carl looked to see where the man was pointing, and when he looked back the man was nowhere in sight.
In the story The Thing in the Forest written by A. S. Byatt, the characterization of Penny and Primrose is portrayed as very similar individuals. They both start out in the story as young girls in a world of conflict. This world of conflict helps represent the main theme of the story and their lives in response to the conflict. The main idea of the scary thing in the forest, that they think they saw, symbolizes their response to their childhood experiences as something realer than themselves as the characters both relate this in the story The Thing in the Forest as not even remembering their father's presence before dying at war. They both experienced the terrible childhood and both were affected by it, even without intentions the conflict
the ghost or is his conscious getting to him. Then he starts losing track of
To what extent do the belief systems in The King of Trees act as a means of enforcing societal norms?
Guy Montag rested on the floor while dust covering and closed eyes. All around him was silence, and not the silence that you would hear in your bedroom at night. It was a strange and eerie silence that was surrounding Montag. It was disturbing just how silent it really was. It was a suspenseful silence that always follows the main character of a scary movie. It was the silence of death.
He was only a few feet away from the top now. Suddenly, he felt a hand grasp his left shoulder and pull him back. Shrugging off the hand he continued to run, but glanced back to see, how the runner behind him had managed to reach him so quickly and why was he trying to pull him back.
On the way out the game had been plentiful and he had been eating rabbits for all 3 meals. The Night that he had finally settled it snowed about 3 feet and boxed him into the shelter he had made. When he finally got out and stumbled above the snow he realized he had made a mistake, he had not brought snowshoes. He decided to try to make a pair. 3 hours later he had the crudest pair of snowshoes he had seen, he wasn't even sure if he could call them snowshoes. He grabbed his brand new .22 and headed out to get breakfast. On his way out he saw a couple of tracks that he had identified as canine.
“The room was silent. His heart pounded the way it had on their first night together, the way it still did when he woke at a noise in the darkness and waited to hear it again - the sound of someone moving through the house, a stranger.”(4)
I went in to the front lounge and sat on the sofa, all of a sudden I was floating in this black void, I was in complete darkness but I could still see my arms and legs, I could here a voice calling, a cold eerie voice but I didn't understand it.
We traveled for miles trying to find Skyler’s car all through the bumpy lands the twisted spider webs. We stomped our way through the jungle gym. After hours of walking and figuring out our plan we made it to the road. We saw an old warehouse and we walked up to it to see if anybody was there. An old man about 50 or 60 years of age was sitting there he asked politely
The man was so scared that he scream the most piercing scream ever. He had all of the creature meet him at the center unless they want to die today.
It was a beautiful night. It was perfect for a walk. As I strolled further into the park a figure approached me. It was as dark as pitch so I couldn’t make out who it was. It was late; you wouldn’t usually see anyone at this time. My heart was beating faster and faster. The strange thing was I wasn’t frightened; it was just my heart beating rapidly. As the masculine figure approached, I began to walk slower. That was when I heard the voice.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.
With a slow dawn I remembered. Had I slipped or had he hit me with something? My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth as I relived the figure advancing towards me. It was dark. The street light that shone from behind the man in the faceless thickset man in the grey hoody ensured anonymity. Now he was coming. How long had I been here? My head ached as I struggled to assess my surroundings.