the old haunted house in the woods (standard:Ghost stories, 2245 words)
Author: stanley mcqueen kentucky backwoods writer	Added: Apr 08 2007	Views/Reads: 4655/2580	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
haunt tales backwood camping trip turn sour , two friend learn what fear is in the dark of the night on a camping trip hope you kids enjoy this and it gives you the creeps

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the people that was with the man that comes up missing reported that 
his friend had set some drop lines in the near by stream and went late 
to check them to see if he had caught any fish. They waited for his 
return according to their story,and he never showed back up, and they 
left that next morning and reported him missing, then the search was on 
folks from residing country help in the search , but he was never 
found. That haunted me thinking about what had happen right in the same 
woods we were now in, suddenly we both heard a loud thump , it almost 
sounded like some one using and ax to chop down a tree, this place was 
giving both of us the creeps, and it was getting no better, fear is a 
terrible thing to deal with , but fear is natural something God give 
ever man for his survival , 0ur camp fire had been drenched by the 
heavy rain, the total darkness and the storm had really made this night 
bad and hampered us seeing what was going on around us, what ever was 
out their new exactly where we was at , really we was helpless in a way 
, I feared what ever it was might attack us or something, we both were 
alert to that fact and kept the knives and the rifle in our hands. The 
darn booger wants get me without a fight Frankie said”me to I 
whispered, we both set looking our tent window watching for anything 
that might be approaching. Another storm was brewing we could hear the 
thunder from a distance, the rain of the previous storms was coming 
down hard, ever things seem to be going against us from ever angle. We 
discussed just leaving every thing behind all our camping supplies and 
trying to walk out of here with a dim flash light but voted against 
that , because of the rain and storms that was making this scarey night 
miserable for the two of us.. The new storm began right behind the 
first one this one brought heavy gust of wind driven rain, the thunder 
made us jump at the large claps of thunder, what a night to recall im 
thinking that is if we too make it out of these wood alive that is.. 
All the old scarey haunt tales were coming back to my mind that I had 
heard as a young boy growing up here , Grandad had told many a tale 
about this part of the woods and how he had been spooked on several 
occasions during his young day of camping and coon hunting , oh how I 
wished we had never come camping tonight not listening to the weather 
reports was our first big mistake. Another loud noise busted out even 
louder that the thunder claps . Terrifying Loud deep course growls were 
coming from near by our camping area, this was getting under our skins 
and we really did not know what move to make, but to set quiet and 
listen. And just hope that whatever was making this noise left us 
alone, something was certainly strange about this all , what in the 
world was this making all these noises, Frankie kept the rifle clutched 
to his hand , I could tell he was expecting trouble , and I was too, 
the storm finely blew it self out and the winds calmed and the rain 
quit , now might me a good time to make a run for it , but we had ten 
miles of nothing but thick woods that had bluffs and high ridges that a 
person could fall off in the night without proper lighting, I asked 
Frankie what he wanted to do and he said let get out of this cursed 
place and leave all our camping stuff and come back to get it all later 
in the day light. So we hurried out of the tent and I walked in front 
and carried the rifle and Frankie carried the flashlight behind, the 
wood was wetting us with the leaves dripping from all the rain, we both 
become dripping wet before to long, then we got to hearing something 
following us , it was breaking sticks and thrashing around , and 
following us . When we would stop, it would stop, that was what was 
bothering me . It was as if it was taunting us for the kill, something 
told me in my mind that we needed to keep moving and not to stop , the 
feeling of something watching our ever step was in the air , we were 
being stalked like wild prey  would be stalked in the jungle by a lion, 
fear was creeping and setting in, we were both feeling the need to run 
, but new better somehow , I felt if we began  running in panic that we 
most likely might run off a bluff and be killed by the fall , the night 
was cloudy and we were just more less feeling our self along threw the 
dense woods, It become apparent that we were in serious trouble , and I 
had tried to think what we might do to avoid being killed by something 
that we both never had a idea what was after us , if it was a animal we 
might of been able to shot it with the rife and wound it and cause to 
go away, but I fear this was some sort of a demon from the old haunted 
house , we were warned many times that the old place was haunted and 
not to ever go near the old abandoned spooky place, but we never listen 
as young would do and thought it was just old spook stories that people 
had make up about the old house for many years as it stood deep in the 
woods.. Frankie was getting tired he breathing was getting harder we 
were both not so use to fast walking especially on rain soaked soggy 
wood ground.. Ten miles is a long way and we headed north which would 
lead us to the main road where my truck was parked, it must of taken us 
five full hours of hard walking and it was near full light when we got 
to the main road and found my truck. All the way the thing followed us 
when we would stop it would stop ,several times we took rest and once I 
shine the light on some fiery eyes and they vanished at the second the 
flashlight hit them, me and Frankie got in my truck and we shook hands 
on that we would never be caught in them woods camping again, we both 
are old guys now with wives and family , but one thing we have vowed 
and still keep that we will never let night fall ever ketch us in the 
wood where the old haunted house still stands for the most part its 
about fallen down and near rotten but the old rock stone chimney will 
remain , and always remind us of the old abandoned haunted house.. The 
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