A place where no one dies

Lost in the Woods - Creepypasta

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As a journalist, I journey loads within the nation. A part of my work consists of chronicling small city myths and legends. It isn’t probably the most factual a part of my job, however I take pleasure in it anyway.

At the very least I did till I discovered a city referred to as Silverwoods. In response to my nameless supply, this was a spot that hadn’t modified for the reason that late fifties. A remnant of a bygone period, affected by a horrible curse.

In response to the parable, nothing was allowed to die there.

Be warned, this was earlier than the times of Google Maps. I needed to depend on my supply’s directions when researching town. I actually anticipated it to be a prank, however my job was precisely that: show or disprove info.

I began my journey. After a number of hours on the street, I took a well-hidden grime street. It had been badly maintained and it might take me one other three hours earlier than I even discovered a touch of civilization; an outdated picket signal.

“Silverwood. Flip round now,” it learn.

Within the distance, I noticed what appeared like an outdated farming group. Only a small city with a number of partially collapsed buildings and rusting vans past restore.

At first look, it appeared deserted. I parked my automobile on the aspect of the street, able to name the parable bullshit. Then I heard somebody scream.

“Why did you come right here?” stated a weak voice.

I turned to the voice. It belonged to a frail outdated man, who was standing with a cane. He was bald and his tooth had virtually fallen out.

“Who’re you?” He requested.

Feeling barely uncomfortable, I launched myself.

“Why are you right here?”

I defined that I had acquired hints from an nameless supply and was monitoring down myths and legends.

He sighed. “Ignorance is bliss, however because you’re right here…I will provide you with what you got here for.”

It was solely then that I observed his leg had damaged. He dragged it whereas hobbling. The strangest factor was that his pores and skin was coated in scratches, all wanting contemporary.

“Are you high quality?” I requested nervously.

He ignored the query and easily motioned for me to observe him.

“Are you alone right here?”

“No, there are others.”

On the bottom, I observed what I assumed was a lifeless fowl. His chest had been torn open, exposing the organs inside. It appeared like a cat had attacked him. Nonetheless, he tried to maneuver on, residing regardless of his extreme accidents.

“The fowl is – it’s –” I attempted to get out.

The outdated man glanced at it with out blinking.

“It’s not allowed to die. Nothing right here is allowed to die,” he stated.

He led me inside an outdated home. No sooner had I walked by means of the entrance door than my nostril was assaulted by the stench of rotting flesh.

There have been a dozen folks, scattered across the room in numerous states of dismemberment. But they had been all respiration, residing with inconceivable wounds.

The parable had turned out to be true, however I could not consider it.

“We should name for assist!” I stated, a man whose arms had no pores and skin left.

“It will solely make issues worse,” the outdated man stated.

I had already pulled out my telephone, able to dial 911. However, in the midst of nowhere, I did not have a single bar of sign to assist me.

“Sit down, let’s speak.”

Shocked on the sight, I could not discover the phrases to argue.

“You got here right here to study the historical past of Silverwoods, and I’ll inform you,” he stated.

I sat down and checked out all of the struggling folks round me. Most of them had been too damage to utter a single phrase, solely letting out moans of agony the place they sat. Each wound appeared contemporary. It appeared that not a single day had handed since their acquisition.

“For the reason that founding of our city in 1911, now we have been a daily farming group. A small city that has infrequently seen guests. Most of us had been born and raised right here, so on the uncommon event somebody handed by, it was an enormous deal. A trigger for celebration.

The person paused and checked out his damaged leg.

“Then in 1956 a person got here to Silverwoods. Along with his fancy garments and costly automobile, he was a stark distinction to our modest environment. He didn’t come for enterprise and didn’t search to settle within the area. All he wished was to spend a 12 months with us. On the finish of his go to, he promised us an unforgettable present.

As he completed his sentence, I heard low screams coming from outdoors. They sounded horribly hoarse and gave off a transparent message of agony.

“The person by no means stated a lot. He simply watched us as we went by means of our days, by no means hesitating to assist. He was well mannered, useful and inside a month we had already accepted him as a part of the group. But he all the time wore that fucking go well with and by no means appeared affected by something round him. Whatever the scenario, he was calm and appeared high quality.

The screams acquired louder. Within the midst of them, I may hear faint pleas for mercy.

“Then, after his 12 months at Silverwoods was over, he requested us a easy query.”

“What was that?” I requested.

“Do you need to stay ceaselessly?”

He stopped and sighed. The screams within the background grew louder, as in the event that they knew I used to be there.

“At first we laughed on the suggestion. Dying was not an enemy, however neither did we regard it as a pal. After an extended dialogue, every part ended with a vote. I suppose the result’s clear…”

I took a step in direction of the window and tried to know the place the screams had been coming from. I wished to run, however one thing inside me was stopping me. I felt sorry for the folks of Silverwoods and wished to assist them.

“So you’ll stay ceaselessly? »

He nodded. “He promised us that our our bodies wouldn’t age. Alas, with out the climate affecting our physique, now we have misplaced the power to really feel starvation, thirst and the necessity to sleep. Our our bodies can’t be killed by any harm, illness or destruction. However, we are able to additionally by no means heal. Each wound we undergo, whether or not minor or critical, stays with us till the tip of time. It’s our curse.

“And the individuals who shout? ” I requested.

He sighed. “It is from the barn. That is the place we preserve individuals who wished to get out.

“Out? What do you imply?”

“Some folks had the concept they might escape our curse by destroying their very own hearts… others tried to crush their heads. However, they had been all incorrect. They cannot die, they don’t seem to be allowed to.

“How can I make it easier to? Is there any solution to cease this?” I requested.

Then he laughed. It was not a cheerful giggle, however stuffed with mischief.

“Cease it? We do not need it to cease!” he stated. “Ten years in the past, this identical man got here again to our city. He hadn’t aged a day and was nonetheless smiling fortunately as he greeted us. He supplied us demise, liberation from our horrible lives.

“Why did not you settle for it?”

He stopped, his smile disappearing from his face.

“As a result of he instructed us what occurs to us after we die. And I can promise you it is a far darker destiny than the one we had been doomed to.

WRITTEN BY: Richard Saxon

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