BL - Nine

BL - Nine

A Chapter by lawrence bear
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ghosts in there woods

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I kept walking; as far as I was from that place, I was still too terrified to turn around. The sound of the snowmobiles coming released some stress, I felt my shoulders slump and I could hear the guys hollering at me. They got closer and were yelling for me to stop and when I did, mark pulled up beside me asking if I was deaf, I just hopped on the snowmobile and told him I was tired and wanted to head back to camp. They drove on without question and I was glad they didn’t hound me, although I did feel the urge to look back, just slightly I did but decided otherwise. As loud as the snowmobiles were, I swear, I could hear that thing screech as we went. Chills ran up my spine and I closed my eyes desperately trying hard to forget what was back there.


When we had gotten back to the cabin, I went straight inside and I poured myself a glass of whiskey and shot it back, poured myself another and repeated another. Mark walked in and seen what was going to be my fourth glass, he stepped toward me and held my shaking arm.


“What the hell is the matter with you?” he asked with concern.


“Nothing…” I looked at him but I couldn’t look him straight in the eyes. “It’s nothing,” I said as I pulled my arm away and swung back my head with the shot. “I just need a drink. I’m hanging badly and I just can’t shake it.”


“You’re acting strange, what’s eating you? Why did you take off across the lake without us?” he said with anger in his voice.


“Nothing is eating me!” I barked. “I mean… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… I, I… I got lost. I panicked; I didn’t know where I was, in the bushes there was some…” I almost spilled the beans there. “There was something like a wolf or Timber wolves that stalked me. Defiantly a pack, scariest s**t ever man. Look at me, I can’t stop my hands from shaking.” I held them out to show how unsteady they were. “Gunshots, your gunshots scared them away, and I totally forgot about my fire arm. I just wanted to get the hell out of there…” my voice cracked and tears formed in my eyes.


“I’m sorry for making you go on your own, Marcus. It was stupid of me to egg you on the way I did, I don’t know what I’d do if something had happened to you.” Mark hung his head.


“It’s alright my friend,” I punched him in the arm softly. “Mostly, it’s my fault for thinking I was strong enough to head out on my own. Guess I was wrong.”


“Those Timber Wolves really rattled you huh?”


I wanted to tell him the truth, but I bit my tongue and wiped the tears away from my eyes. I don’t think he would have understood, or even begin to believe one word I could have said about those things. What would they think when I tell them of the ghosts in there woods? Just thinking of it sent chills through me, and how close it was and that rotten stench it had, I could still smell it or it was stuck in my nostrils, I felt like gagging right then and there. I think maybe some things are better left unsaid. For now.


I got up and fetched myself a beer, maybe after a few, I would calm down some. The event has left me drained and disturbed. I sat staring blankly at the wall drinking. After two more beers, I went to lay down a while as Mark went out to help Jack with the snowmobiles. I lay there staring up at the ceiling hoping this mood would pass. Maybe this was a dream, maybe I am still asleep and this did not happen. I thought. Gradually I dozed off.

 





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Thank you RainDancer1997, glad your enjoying the story :)

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