The Curse of Disappearance Forest – Yeti

                Hey guys! I just want to give a quick preface here. I have a seven year old boy who is already following in my footsteps. He loves the classic creepypastas like The Rake, Slenderman, and Jeff the Killer and today he came to me and said he was writing his own creepypasta. I was at my desk about to send out some emails to try to get a soulless corporate writing gig but instead, we sat down and brainstormed on a story. We talked through everything from the character names to the kills and creature design and I took a bunch of notes. Then, I sat down and wrote the story you’re about to read. We really hope you enjoy it.
               They called the little wooded area “The Disappearance Forest” and the local kids had been telling stories about it for years. So many went missing there that the townspeople said it was cursed. To Billy, it was just a patch of trees along the river on the back of his Uncle Todd’s property. He had heard all of the stories but had also been told that the people who went missing were drunk high school kids who didn’t understand that swimming in swift deep water was a bad idea. Either way, it was a great spot to camp. No one ever went out to those woods and there was hill that would give a great view of the moon reflecting on the river and that is where he would set up camp. It is also where he would finally pop the question to Jessie. It was quiet, private, romantic, and a little bit creepy: in short, it was the perfect spot.
                After weeks of planning and excited talks, the time had finally come to hike out to the little hill and set up camp. It was a long walk through the overgrown field but the chill in the fall night air made it comfortable. They packed light: clothes, dry food, a cooler for drinks, and the bare minimum camping gear. Jessie pulled the cooler along behind her and Billy insisted on carrying everything else in one of those oversized hiker’s packs. Despite the extra weight he was carrying, the smile never left his face. This was going to be the best night of his life.
                It was almost dusk when they got to the little clearing on top of the hill. Billy got to work setting up the tent while Jessie dug the flashlight and battery powered lantern out of his pack.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to help,” Jessie asked.
“No, I’ve got it, babe. I’ve done this a million times; plus, someone has to hold the light. You’re already helping,” Billy said, hoping he looked like he knew what he was doing. The YouTube video made setting the tent up look much easier.
“Whatever you say, my love,” Jessie said, trying to stifle a laugh. It was the little things like this that made her love him that much more. “Ya know,” she quipped, not hiding her grin, “you’re going to have to start letting me help with things. You’re not going to be able to do everything in the apartment by yourself.”
“Okay,” he grunted, doing a horrible job of masking the level of effort he was putting into sliding the last of the tent poles in place, and giving their tent life, “Monday. You can totally help unpack the new place. How’s that?”
“Sounds fair to me,” she said handing him the pouch of tent stakes.
                Once the tent was up, it didn’t take them long to finish setting up camp. The fire was roaring and Jessie fished a shopping bag out of the pack. “I thought,” she said with a smile, “that since we’re responsible adults with our own home now, we should do the mature thing and make s’mores.”
“Sounds great, babe! But first, I need to go use the little boy’s tree, I’ll be right back,” he replied, chuckling at his own joke.
“Okay, but get some distance. I want to keep some things a mystery for at least a few more days, okay?”
                They both had a laugh at this and Billy made his way down the hill toward the river, disappearing into the trees. Away from the fire and closer to the water, the night was a bit cooler. The wind blowing off the river was cold enough to pull his skin into goose bumps and double his need to find a suitable tree. The moon was full and river reflected it like a mirror. Billy turned and looked behind him. He could see the glow of the fire and the top of the tent but nothing else of the campsite. “This’ll do,” he said turning back to the campsite and reaching for the zipper of his jeans.
                What he didn’t see was the small cave opening at the bottom of the hill, covered by a well placed bit of overgrowth and fallen branches. There’s no way he could have seen the yellow eyes reflecting the moonlight watching him from just inside the cave. The sounds of the river covered the low growl coming from the creature’s throat and the vines and leaves being pushed aside.
                In truth, Billy was barely aware of the river or anything else for that matter. He was caught up in planning. He would walk back into camp, pretend to trip, land on one knee in front of Jessie, and then he would do what he came here to do. With any luck, he would leave here tomorrow with a fiancée.
                Billy never got to do any of that. Before he could lower his zipper, pain shot through his sides as long thick claws tore through his skin breaking the ribs that they couldn’t slide between. Before he could scream, he was being pulled backward through branches and vines. His head slammed into a rock as he was dragged through the cave’s entrance and all went black. Billy was blissfully unconscious as the rows of curved razor-like teeth sank into his neck, nearly severing his head in one bite.
                Jessie looked up from the marshmallow she was slowly turning over the fire, “took you long enough, did you get lost?”
“No, I just got…distracted,” Billy replied walking slowly into the campsite.
“Well, come on! These are going to burn! There are graham crackers and chocolate on those plates over there,” she motioned with her head toward the cooler, “bring those over here and let’s eat.” After not getting a reply, she turned to look at Billy and saw a strange, blank expression on the face that she had planned to wake up to every morning. The fire caught his eyes, throwing back a sickly yellow glow. His head tilted slowly to the side, his eyes boring into hers.
“B-Billy? What’s wrong? Are you oka…” the question died in her throat as a smile spread across his face. Not his smile, though. This was something alien. His lips seemed to go from ear to ear and revealed teeth that were too large and numerous to fit in a human mouth. She hoped that if anything like this had ever happened, her love for horror would have prepared her but she was frozen in fear. She couldn’t even scream. Jessie stood, silently holding the now flaming marshmallows over the fire. She simply could not believe what she was seeing.
                The air around Billy seemed to shimmer as the beast let go of its disguise.  Where her boyfriend once stood, now stood something that didn’t belong in this world; something that looked like it was forged completely of nightmares. It was tall, a full head and shoulders taller than her six-foot-tall boyfriend. It’s skin was mottled tones of grey, black, and brown stretched grotesquely over its sinewy arms and protruding gut. It opened its mouth, revealing rows of teeth that looked cruel and were stained with what she could only assume was the same blood that covered its face and body. At the ends of its arms were gruesome parodies of human hands. The fingers were elongated and tipped with horrible claws. Blood and bits of flesh covered those claws. In that instant she knew that it wasn’t just blood. It was Billy’s blood.  It’s eyes were the color of gold and pond scum and they were large and staring through her. Between those eyes was a single horn; it was twisted, weathered, but still appeared dangerously sharp.
                Though it looked like it would be an awkward and lumbering thing it moved quickly. The beast let out a grunt and then became a blur of motion. A scream had started to escape Jessie’s lips when the cruel horn atop the beast’s head plunged into her chest. Her hands rained blows on the beasts back and neck but her legs hung limp and unresponsive to her body’s commands. She could not feel them but the pain in her chest was like a fire.
                The world spun and she slammed into the ground on her back, staring into the night sky. The wind was knocked from her but that was the least of her worries. Her field of vision was taken over by the grinning blood-soaked face of the monster. She felt it’s claws sink into her as it began to rip her apart. Before shock took her and she passed out, she was forced to watch as the beast gleefully devoured her entrails. Then, luckily for Jessie, all was black.
                Neither Jessie nor Billy was ever seen again. Their campsite was found ransacked. The only traces of the happy couple were Jessie’s blood staining the ground and an engagement ring in a small black velvet box at the bottom of the hill.


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