
What Happens at 2 AM
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username: NotaBear | kalon name: Athena | gender: female
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username: NotaBear | kalon name: Athena | gender: female
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spooky story:
Prologue
There she sat, looking with her blind eyes into the roaring campfire. Excited bundles of fur talked about the activities that day. Comparing points, and bragging about their bounties. But she seemed to pay no mind to the busy atmosphere. She simply sat and gazed.
She looked to old to be a part of the activity. At the same time, she didn't look like a camp counselor either. She wasn't wearing anything special, no Kamp t-shirt, no bag full of winnings, or ballcap with her team name. She just wore a simple grey shirt and old blue Jeans. Her fur was ragged, and her shoulders slouched. The only thing that it seemed she really cared about was her neat bun resting on her head. In a way, she seemed to be smaller than she really was. Her sad eyes just blankly stared at nothing.
Her head suddenly shifted to blankly look at the peeping Tom taking in her odd appearance. Pip jumped and his cheeks flushed red, and in that moment, he was very glad she couldn't see it. She smiled at him in a motherly way. Pip wondered for a second how she noticed him, but the thought was interupted as the woman opened her mouth to speak. " In the mood for a ghost story?" she asked in a smooth voice.
As if in a trance, Pip walked forward to sit next to her on the plain wooden bench. Her head followed him as he walked. Once he sat down, the woman gifted him a smile again. She looked pretty in the orange glow. But she also looked sad, like a bride left at the altar. She shifted to rest her elbows on her knees, and she placed her chin on her folded hands. Her motions looked fluid, and graceful, but once again, in a way that can only be described as sad. She moved her head back to stare at the flames. Pip followed her lead and glanced into the dancing fire. Again, she began to speak.
The Clock's Ticking
" Trever glanced at his watch, 12 o'clock. Two more hours, he had two hours. He looked at his surroundings, tall trees closed in around him, blocking out much of the light of the moon. He let out a long nervous sigh, then swung the booksack that rested on his shoulders onto the ground. He reached into a smaller pouch and pulled out his flashlight, then swung the bag back onto his shoulders. And hesitantly started on his way.
Twigs snapped under foot, making him flinch slightly. Even after years of studying, this thing still terrified him. And now he was walking strait into its territory. But he found a strange sence of comfort in the fact that he had a reason. His poor wife, Athena. She was out on a dangerous mission to track down this monster when it attacked her group, and left her stranded out in the woods. After getting the news, and hearing that all nearby searchparties deemed the search too dangerous, he then flew out here to find her himself.
But Trever didn't have much experience. While Athena was collecting evidence and chasing it down, he stayed in the comfort of a lab and studied the evidence she brought back. Sometimes he felt like he was a coward for staying safe while she risked her life, but he knew Athena was capable and could survive anything.
Despite his confidence in her, Trever's thoughts wandered. Visions of Athena getting ripped apart, and her bloody body abandoned on the forest floor plagued his mind. His heart beat faster, and he quickened his pace.
He pulled his small GPS tracker out of his pocket. A small blip flashed at Trever, the only sign that Athena was still alive. His face relaxed as he saw he was half way to the blip. Next he checked his watch, 12:15. He smiled with confidence, they'd be out of there in no time."
Survivorwoman
"Athena gripped two end of a sturdy vine, and pulled. She stifled a shriek, instead she shut her eyes and rocked back and forth. The burn from the friction hurt more than anything, but it didn't hurt as much as an amputation. Athena glanced down a her makeshift tourniquet stopping the bleeding of the gash that ran down her right leg. Even in these circumstances, she considered herself lucky.
She glanced down at her watch, 12am. Fear gripped her heart. She had faith that someone would come for her, but would they come in time to save her. She looked nervously at the trees around her, she suddenly felt very vulnerable out in the open. She knew that there was a better chance to find her if she stayed in one place, but if she didn't find shelter she would die. Athena decided to put off that decision until she figured out what kind of shelter she needed.
The Giant Hound is as the name describes, giant. But from the expeditions she had been on, Athena knew that the hound mostly hunts things on the forest floor. It has incredibal eyesight, and a good sense of hearing. The thing its lacking in is its sense of smell. The problem was that she couldn't just sit very still on the forest floor, or try to keep moving out of sight. The only way she could escape its watch was up.
Athena looked up a the branches that swung above her head. The tree that gave her the vine that's keeping her from bleeding to death was going to save her life once again. It wasn't going to be easy, the tree she sat under was a massive pine. The lower branches undoubtedly broken off by the Hound.
Athena sighed, then struggled to her feet. She slowly put pressure onto her injured leg. The shock of pain made her knees buckle, but she stayed standing through sheer desperation. This was going to take a while. She glanced down at her watch, 12:15. She had time, but it was quickly running out.
Unexpected Enemies
Trever stomped through the forest, snapping every twig in his way. His over-stuffed booksack jingled and clanged as he walked. He never had any practice in survival or dangerous animals. But this didn't deter him. He was determined to find his wife, or die trying.
That last thought sent a chill down his spine. Despite his confidence, he really didn't want to die. He shook the thought away. Trever seemed to have the amazing ability to just stop thinking about it. He didn't know whether this ment he was stupid or genius, but either way he was glad to have it.
Instead of worrying, Trever focused on the terrain around him. The trees were mostly tall pines with some smaller trees he couldn't identify. There wasn't much undergrowth, but what was there seemed to have eyes. Eyes. Trever watched them warily. They watched him back.
He started walking a bit slower now. Suddenly another set blinked into existence to his right. Then another set in the trees above him. Trever's heart started to pound in his throat.
More and more eyes appeared until there were to many to count. The pitch black woods glowed from their menacing glare.
Trever started to breath heavily. Shivers ran up and down his spine, and his fur stuck out in all directions. He felt the intense stare of a thousand eyes on the back of his neck. More eyes started to appear all around him, and he felt the overwhelming urge to run.
And so he did, his booksack rattled loudly behind him. Dead leaves picked up behind his feet. The eyes followed quickly, flowing like a river. Shadows flitted by in the corner of his eye. His eyes widened with panic as he looked this way and that at the predators that matched his pace.
All at once the eye converged like a flood. Trever shouted at the eyes like a madman. The eyes kept moving with steady rithum, coming in closer to their prey. Then, as if the earth was trying to kill Trever, a root caught his foot, and he was sent tumbling across the forest floor here a ravine was waiting.
It swallowed him whole, Trever bumping and breaking against the limestone teeth. The rock ledge hit him once in the arm, and twice in the ribs. Trever shouted out in pain, but his call was cut short as his head struck a outstretched ledge. He landed on his back with a thud against the rocky floor, knocking his breath out and causing everything to go dark.
Fragile Mind
Athena's claws dug into the old bark of her savior. She reached up as far as she could with her other paw. Then for the moment of truth, she lifted her limp leg up, and ran her foot down the trunk until she found a place she could put her weight on. She slowly shifted her weight onto her injured leg. A jolt of electricity shot through her body and rattled around in her brain. She gritted her teeth, and growled.
Athena didn't stop or slow. She had an iron will, and wasn't going to give up. Nature seemed to be on her side, the old, stiff bark left many opportunities for hand, and foot holds, even in the areas the hound rubbed up against the tree.
Athena struggled her way up, having to stop every few minutes to rest her leg. Half way up the trunk, Athena became light headed. She swayed slightly where she balanced. Her breath quickened, and her heart beat faster. Athena glanced down at the spinning earth. Then she saw it, a drip off the end of her boot. She glared now at her blood soaked pants. " No, no." she groaned.
Tunnel vision threatened to take over. Athena's breath turned into short, sharp gasps. Her heart beat faster, making her leg bleed more. Her thoughts became fuzzy with the dark of night only making everything more confusing. Athena thought aloud, " Wha..t, I mean why....why." She looked around in confusion. She looked up at the stars above, and reached out with one paw, swaying as she did so. " So...pretty." she sighed.
She dragged herself up without a thought. Leaving an alarming amount of blood behind her. Her vision danced, and her leg hung limply behind her. She didn't fell the pain, her brain couldn't comprehend it. Time seemed to slow around her.
She finally reached a branch she could put her weight on and sat there. Her injured leg stretched along the limb while the other dangled. she rested her back on the rough wood. Athena looked up at the stars above her, and smiled. She took long blinks, her vision fading. After minutes, she dozed off.
Robbery
A sound rattled around in Trever's mind, a little ting, ting, ting. He liked the sound, it reminded him of windchimes. He liked how they sounded, his mother had a little chime that blew calmly in the wind. Hers was a butterfly made of beautiful, ruby glass. He wondered what this one looked like.
His eyes creaked open to the dark world waiting for him. Then realization hit him. He felt claws on his chest, and stomach. He heard small chitters and clicks surrounding him. The tinging came from something digging in his bag to his right. He felt fear grip his heart again, and panic swell in his chest.
He laid completely still on the damaged leaves until he had a plan. He launched him self up and shouted as loudly as he could. twenty or so raccoons scattered in every direction with various things in their mouths. Trever emidiatly felt embarrassment turn his cheeks red. And for a moment he was glad he was alone.
Trever stood slowly, as his adrenaline faded, a dull pain pounded in his ribs. He lifted his shirt to reveal a large black and purple bruise. " Damn..." he whispered as he ran a hand through his short, grey-brown hair. He fixed his clothes and surveyed his suroundings.
The ravine was about eight feet tall, a few more than Trever was himself. The walls were made of a fragile limestone, cracked from resent rains. He walked to the far edge, and tried to climb, but every attempt was met with pain and broken stone.
He looked down the ravine either side. To the left the ground stayed steady for a while then started to rise, but it lead away from Athena. On the other hand the path leading toward her had no sign of a changing elevation. A though suddenly struck him. He remembered the map in his bag, and rushed toward the ripped cloth.
Trever hunted through the the bag only to find that he couldn't find anything. " The raccoons!" he growled. He stood up, and kicked his bag. His flashlight, map, compass, snacks, a few tin mugs, and worst of all, the tracker were all missing.
He stormed through the dead leaves angrily. He memorized where Athena was, but if she moved he would have no idea where. So he grit his teeth and moved quikly down the right passageway. Leaving his ruined bag behind him.