A few years ago me, my mum and her partner went on holiday to Cornwall, we stayed at a quaint little cottage nestled in the woods not too far from the sea. The weather had been beautiful all through out our stay until our last day. It was raining quite hard as we began to pack up, we would be leaving the following morning. I was 16 at the time and quite reclusive and stubborn. Not wanting to waste the last day I went out on my own for a walk.
I had gotten to know the surrounding area quite well in the past two weeks so I headed out confidently in the direction leading towards an old fashioned wood shed.
Despite the loud patter of the rain, the wood seemed quieter than usual.
As I reached the shed I noticed a large pinecone chewed up on the ground, this was one of many pinecones used as a toy by the owners dogs.
I began scouring the ground for more large pinecones to collect to take back with me.
I must have walked off without realizing how far I was going because when I looked up I could see no sign of the shed. It was pretty dark even though it was early afternoon. I began to retrace my steps when I spotted something.
A beat up old car rusting away between the trees, I curiously started to move closer to inspect it when I became conscious that I was being watched.
I listened for a few moments thinking my mum might have come out looking for me however it was silent except for the constant rattle of the rain.
A prickly feeling crept up my spine as I stood alone in the woods not quite knowing what to do. Brushing off the silly feeling that had come over me, I walked up to the car but before I was close enough to see inside I spotted something moving in the trees behind it.
I stopped again. Did one of the dogs follow me out here I wondered.
I whistled loudly calling out the dogs names, hearing the familiarity of my own voice was comforting and I stepped around the side of the car to take a better look.
There as though it had been watching me the entire time was a face coming from behind a tree. Its features were blurred by the down pour however I could see it was heavily creased and had a grotesque appearance. It was terrifying and looked as though it belonged in a fancy dress shop.
As soon as I saw the face I turned and ran in the opposite direction. Nothing could make me look back.
Like a primeval instinct I knew I had to get as far away from it as possible.
I have never been so scared in my life. I don’t know what it was i saw in the woods that day but I am certain I escaped something evil.
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