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 |  A place where I fight to survive |
| Jackie and Cliff were both excited as their SUV, climbed the mountain. Jackie always got a nervous feeling going up these mountain roads to their camping spot. Looking out of the window, she could not see any of the dirt road at all. It was a straight drop down the mountainside, with a few small trees, along the way. It always sent a thrill through her like a roller-coaster ride, but at the same time, it scared her half-to-death. After all, this was real life, and the danger was all too real! Pulling up to their spot, the sun shone down in beams through the trees. The beauty of this place was amazing! There was plenty of privacy, and with a short three-minute walk a little down the mountain, you'd be at a gorgeous waterfall, and a fresh source of crystal-clear, cold water. Jackie and Cliff got everything set up and settled into their spot. The sun sank below the horizon, casting long shadows across the forest. The crackling of the campfire, the gentle rush of the river, and the muffled roar of the waterfall provided a nice hypnotic sound for their anniversary getaway. However, as night fell, the atmosphere of the woods seemed to shift. Strange noises drifted through the trees. Rustling leaves and snapping twigs echoed around them. "It's probably just animals," Cliff tried to reassure her. Though, even he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. After a while, with a few beers in their belly, and good conversation. They climbed into their tent for the night. The birds singing woke them up, as the morning rays started to warm their camping spot. Jackie climbed out first and stirred the fire, to heat some water for coffee. After breakfast, they decided to go exploring. They stumbled on an old, dilapidated cabin hidden among the trees. Carefully, stepping over the rotten plyboards, they made their way inside. The interior was dim and musty, dance motes danced in the sunlight that filtered through dirty, cracked windows. Jackie picked up a weathered journal lying on a rickety table. Its pages were filled with faded ink. As she leafed through the entries, her eyes widened with horror. "Cliff, do you think this was what was out there last night? She asked while handing Cliff the journal. Cliff scanned through the page, and read an entry that described a creature known as the "Forest Stalker," better known as Big Foot. This Big Foot had red eyes, threw boulders, and screamed with chilling loud howls, hoots, and hollers. He was about eight to nine feet tall, with brown, long hair all over his body. His face was surprisingly human. He left footprints in the mud that were at least 3x longer and wider than a man's size 9 to 10 shoe. "We have to leave," Jackie said, her voice quivering. "Honey, we don't know what these people really saw. There's no telling what frame of mind they were in. They could have seen any kind of wildlife and thought it was something it wasn't. Come on. Let's get out of here and make our way back. We'll get some dinner, make a nice fire, and things will look better." "I guess you're right." Back at the site, they relaxed around the fire after having a good meal. It was starting to get dusk, and the night air smelled sweet and fresh. They were sharing a bottle of wine, and a lot of laughter, when all of a sudden, a horrible sour smell filled the air. "Ew, do you smell that, Cliff?" "Yea. It must be a sick animal." Bam, Bam, Bam. Three distinct knocks came from somewhere beside them. It sounded like someone banging on a tree with an axe handle. Cliff jerked his head around, "What the hell?" Jackie jumped out of her chair. Her eyes were wide with anticipation and fear, "What was that?" "I don't ..." With a thunderous thug, a huge boulder landed just a few feet in front of them. Before they could speak, two more came right after. "Jackie, run!" They took off running toward their vehicle when a monstrous roar enveloped their being. It was so loud, their bodies vibrated from the sound. More pounding noises followed them, with small trees being pushed down right from where they stood. Reaching the SUV, another holler raised every hair on their head. Looking up, they saw two Big Feet standing several feet away. Their stare was unmistakable. We had to get out of their territory and do it now! "Cliff, hurry!" Cliff fumbled with the keys, finally pressing the button and unlocking the door. He put the key in the ignition and sped off. The last thing they heard was a tree falling close to where they just were, and another horrible, fear-filling scream. They would never camp in the woods again. 824 Words x5 11. Set your story in the woods or on a campground. |
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