Setting
Surrounds the town. Best described as spooky during the day, harrowing at night. There are old buildings hunters cabins and other hidden places.
Minimap
northwest |
north |
northeast |
west |
You are here. |
east |
southwest |
south |
southeast |
The Woods is a part of 
Cartwright Falls A Psychological Horror Story.
Kyle Renner blew gently on his mug of soup before taking a tentative sip.
Too soon, his burning lips told him.
He looked at the steam rising off the cup and wondered how long it would be until he could gulp the whole thing down. All he needed was some food, that would calm him down.
He looked up at the clouds coming in from the north and knew his hunting trip was over and he’d nothing to show for it. In fact it had been eerie how few animals he’d seen, no deer, foxes or rabbits even the birds had split. All he’d seen was a solitary Grey Wolf on his first day and even that had been heading the other way.
A part of him thought he knew why, the woods felt different not scary but quiet and still. He couldn’t quite put his finger on the sense of unease and during the day it was nowhere to be found. It only came late at night when he had just turned off the torch and was trying to get to sleep. For an experienced Hunter feeling this way was something of an embarrassment, yet he started sleeping with his Beretta.
It was on the fifth night that things got really strange and he heard the whispers. At first he thought it was the wind but soon he could make out the words.
“…eyes open, eyes wide, eyes open, eyes wide…”. That’s all he could make out and it would always pick up just as he was about to drift off to sleep. He’d take the Beretta and a torch and checked around the camp but found nothing. As soon as he returned to his sleeping bag the whispering started again. Now it seemed foolish to get spooked like that but he could remember the fear quite clearly.
“Hey you!”
The voice snapped Kyle out of his memory. He turned to face a group of people in hiking gear.
“Hey what are you doing here?” A man dressed in a black fleece asked.
“Uh… Camping, hunting actually.”
“How long you been here?”
“This is my sixth day.”
Kyle looked at the people again, they had very light packs and no camping equipment. A few were carrying medical kits.
“Seen anything strange up here?”
“No.” Something was wrong these people were eyeing him like he was dangerous. “What’s going on?”
“Haven’t you heard about the missing kids?”
“No. What happened?”
“Couple of kids went missing up here it was… suspicious. We’re the search party.”
“God, I didn’t see a thing. Hope they’re ok.”
“Yeah, well if you remember anything you’d best get down to the Sheriff’s. Speaking of what’s your name?”
“Kyle, Kyle Renner.”
“Can I see a driving licence.”
“You a cop?”
“No, My name is Hank but the Sheriff asked all the search teams to check out anyone we bump into.”
As Kyle got his wallet he eyes fell on the Beretta and a crazy thought fluttered through his head. He shook it aside and handed over his licence.
“Far away from home Kyle.”
“Yeah my Dad and I used to come here every year for a few days until he died. First time I’ve been back in about five.”
Hank’s face broke into a smile. “Thanks, Sorry about all this. I reckon all the search parties tramping through here scared off and game.”
“Yeah it’s been a bad trip. How long did you say those kids were missing for?”
“The weekend. Anyway we’d best be going. I’d pack up and get out of here Kyle. With everything going on folks are a bit jumpy.”
“No problem hope you find them.”
“Sorry about your soup by the way.” Hank said as he trudged off with his group of searchers.
Kyle looked down at the croutons floating in his mug of stone cold soup. Then something strange happened, he found himself mumbling a strange mantra.
“…eyes open, eyes wide, eyes open…”
It felt calming.
Kyle looked at the Beretta again and knew what he had to do.
Too soon, his burning lips told him.
He looked at the steam rising off the cup and wondered how long it would be until he could gulp the whole thing down. All he needed was some food, that would calm him down.
He looked up at the clouds coming in from the north and knew his hunting trip was over and he’d nothing to show for it. In fact it had been eerie how few animals he’d seen, no deer, foxes or rabbits even the birds had split. All he’d seen was a solitary Grey Wolf on his first day and even that had been heading the other way.
A part of him thought he knew why, the woods felt different not scary but quiet and still. He couldn’t quite put his finger on the sense of unease and during the day it was nowhere to be found. It only came late at night when he had just turned off the torch and was trying to get to sleep. For an experienced Hunter feeling this way was something of an embarrassment, yet he started sleeping with his Beretta.
It was on the fifth night that things got really strange and he heard the whispers. At first he thought it was the wind but soon he could make out the words.
“…eyes open, eyes wide, eyes open, eyes wide…”. That’s all he could make out and it would always pick up just as he was about to drift off to sleep. He’d take the Beretta and a torch and checked around the camp but found nothing. As soon as he returned to his sleeping bag the whispering started again. Now it seemed foolish to get spooked like that but he could remember the fear quite clearly.
“Hey you!”
The voice snapped Kyle out of his memory. He turned to face a group of people in hiking gear.
“Hey what are you doing here?” A man dressed in a black fleece asked.
“Uh… Camping, hunting actually.”
“How long you been here?”
“This is my sixth day.”
Kyle looked at the people again, they had very light packs and no camping equipment. A few were carrying medical kits.
“Seen anything strange up here?”
“No.” Something was wrong these people were eyeing him like he was dangerous. “What’s going on?”
“Haven’t you heard about the missing kids?”
“No. What happened?”
“Couple of kids went missing up here it was… suspicious. We’re the search party.”
“God, I didn’t see a thing. Hope they’re ok.”
“Yeah, well if you remember anything you’d best get down to the Sheriff’s. Speaking of what’s your name?”
“Kyle, Kyle Renner.”
“Can I see a driving licence.”
“You a cop?”
“No, My name is Hank but the Sheriff asked all the search teams to check out anyone we bump into.”
As Kyle got his wallet he eyes fell on the Beretta and a crazy thought fluttered through his head. He shook it aside and handed over his licence.
“Far away from home Kyle.”
“Yeah my Dad and I used to come here every year for a few days until he died. First time I’ve been back in about five.”
Hank’s face broke into a smile. “Thanks, Sorry about all this. I reckon all the search parties tramping through here scared off and game.”
“Yeah it’s been a bad trip. How long did you say those kids were missing for?”
“The weekend. Anyway we’d best be going. I’d pack up and get out of here Kyle. With everything going on folks are a bit jumpy.”
“No problem hope you find them.”
“Sorry about your soup by the way.” Hank said as he trudged off with his group of searchers.
Kyle looked down at the croutons floating in his mug of stone cold soup. Then something strange happened, he found himself mumbling a strange mantra.
“…eyes open, eyes wide, eyes open…”
It felt calming.
Kyle looked at the Beretta again and knew what he had to do.
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