>>132797526>>132797526My friend finally snapped out of whatever state he was in and began to run back to the house. I was still staring at the figure... unable to run. It was not until it started speaking in, what I personally think is tongues, that I realised I needed to escape from this thing.
My friend got back to the house first, I was behind him. I had fallen over a tree branch and hurt my leg. (After this event, all my nightmares consist of me falling down over and over and limping away from something.)
He opened the door to his house, ran inside, closed the door.... and locked it. That's right, the fucker locked me outside. I turned around, on top of the stairs to his house looking into the mask of this figure. Thinking I was going to die, I sat down on the steps and accepted my fate. To my surprise, his mother opened the door behind me and pulled me into the house.
5 minutes later my friends mom went back outside with a gun to see if the figure was still outside.
No Figure.
Only footprints were from our boots.
She says she did not see this figure when she opened the door, even though I was looking directly at it.
My friend and I never spoke again. That night I punched him in the face for locking me outside, his mom put me in the guest room... the only room in the house with nice big view of the woods.
Luckily, that night, no figures jumped at me in the window.
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I have two other stories, but I'm going to sleep.....
