“Fenter Woods” Scary Stories | Creepypasta (Featuring: Spirit Voices)

“Fenter Woods” Scary Stories | Creepypasta (Featuring: Spirit Voices)

November 16, 2019 24 By William Hollis


I used to live in a small town called Fenter. It was a quiet place to grow up with one school,
a doctors, a police station, a cinema (with films shown a month after the national release
date), two restaurants and a host of local shops on the west side. Over on the east side of Fenter was the residential
area with about forty houses, the town bar and the local woods, which were about twenty
square miles in across. Even though I’d grown up my whole life playing
in those woods it was still easy to get lost in them, so my father used to tell me and
my friends to never go past the creek that ran through about a mile in. Still this gave us plenty of space to play
in and we spent many summers building tree forts and playing hide and seek amongst the
tall trees. One late summer evening me and my friend Jess
were out near the creek seeing how close we could sneak up on the rabbits that inhabited
the woods before they’d notice and run away. I’d spent about ten minutes searching for
one and, in my eagerness; I’d left Jess behind. She’d stopped to examine some odd shaped
rocks and being impatient I’d told her to catch up when she was finished. I was just reaching the hill where the creek
bent and curved round to travel off north for another three miles when I spied one chewing
on some leaves near an oak tree. I held my breath, grabbed my jacket to stop
it flapping in the breeze and began slowly inching towards it. I was careful to avoid stepping on any twigs,
if one snapped underfoot it was a definite game over and with the sun going down this
would probably be the last chance I got to play before I had to go home for dinner. The rabbit was blissfully unaware of my presence;
its brown coat tinged orange by the setting sun, ears flopped down like a hunters hat. The irony didn’t escape me as I crept up
on it, silent as the leaves floating in the breeze. I smirked, I was about four meters away from
it now and it still hadn’t noticed me, not my best but not bad. I slowed my pace even more; I didn’t want
to make a rookie mistake in my excitement and ruin this opportunity. The rabbit finished on its leaf and casually
began sniffing the next one before digging in. Two metres away now, the closest I’d ever
gotten, I felt my heart beat in my chest and for a second I was scared the rabbit would
hear it thudding against my rib cage and dart off. I shook my head and continued up behind it. It was almost within arms reach, I couldn’t
believe it, I stretched out my arm, fingers extended. Wait till Jess heard about this, I’d be
the first kid in town to have touched a forest rabbit. My hand was about a foot from brushing its
soft pelt now, I could see each individual hair on it’s back. Thirty centimetres, I’d done it. I’D DONE IT! Suddenly an ear splitting scream pierced the
air, shaking the silence of the woods in to shock and causing the resting birds to panic
and scatter from the trees. I gasped and quick as a flash the rabbit was
under the bush and gone forever. I cursed aloud and spat, frustration clouding
my head. It was a good few seconds before I even stopped
to think where the scream had come from. Then like a falling tree it hit me. JESS. I sprinted back up the creek as fast as I
could. She’d been about two hundred yards back
when I’d last seen her, near the old silver birches. It took me about two minutes to reach the
spot, next to the weird pile of rocks. My brow was covered in sweat and my hair was
messed up where the wind had whipped through it but all I could think of was finding Jess,
even though I knew the woods were perfectly safe I cursed myself for having left her alone. I spun around in a circle; scanning for any
sign of her but there was none. “JESS!” I yelled out, my voice travelling through
the woods and echoing off the trees. It was getting darker and tall shadows were
being cast all around me like a net. “JESS WHERE ARE YOU, CALL OUT TO ME, JESS!” I stood and listened but there was no reply. I was just about to run further up the creek
where the trail began to see if she had started to make her way home when I saw it. On the other side of the creek about fifty
yards away it stood, tall as the lowest branches of the sycamore next to it about seven foot
up. It was covered in black rags, ripped and torn
across its thin, wiry body with a hood pulled tightly around its head, obscuring it’s
features. Two white, pupil-less eyes stared at me from
the shadowed recess and I spied the flash of teeth. Long slender arms with hook like fingers splaying
off of stumped hands almost dragged against the floor by its sides. I suddenly noticed an over powering smell
and wondered how I’d missed it, I’d smelt it before on the farms when the cattle were
harvested in the slaughterhouses; it was the smell of death, thick and despairing. I almost choked but my mouth wouldn’t make
a sound, I just kept staring at it, petrified, blood running cold through my veins. Even the birds had stopped yelling in protest
and now there was nothing but silence, it and I; locked in a gaze that I would remember
to the day I died. I don’t know how long I was standing like
that, it felt like minutes but it was probably only a few seconds. Suddenly, it shifted its weight and hunched
down. For a brief second I thought it was going
to start running at me and I almost threw up, uncontrollable fear racking my body, but
then I noticed it had stooped to collect something from the ground. I cried out silently… it was Jess; her limp
body looking like a doll compared to it’s freakishly proportioned frame. Despite being thin and stick like it picked
her up in one bony hand with ease, fingers clasped around her waist, teeth bared in a
crooked, humourless smile. It opened up part of its shoal and pulled
her close against it’s blackened torso, I caught glimpses of a rib cage and rotten
flesh. I reached out my arm, as if somehow I could
pull her back to me but it was too late, it had turned and started to stride off deeper
in to the forest. Even if I had known that area of the woods
and had the strength to move my legs I would have never been able to catch up to it and,
before I even knew it, it had disappeared from sight, like it had never been there at
all. Only the heavy smell of decay was left lingering
in the air, the only evidence that I hadn’t just imagined the whole thing. I snapped my head round and began to run back
towards town, it was a good miles distance and I’d never run that far before, but that
day I ran and ran and didn’t stop, jumping over fallen logs and ducking branches, I dared
not look back. The darkness was almost complete by the time
I burst from the undergrowth and in to the town’s edge. I sprinted to the bar and threw myself in
to the door, practically collapsing on to the floor. I don’t really remember much after that
but from what I was told later on it took them about ten minutes to stop me from screaming
about a demon I’d seen in the woods and that we had to find Jess. By the time they’d actually gotten the story
out of me and organised a search party two hours had passed. Jess’ dad shook me and shouted at me, asked
me what happened to his baby girl. I could only stare dumbfounded and mute until
my own father dragged him off and told him to get a grip. The sheriff organised the towns’ folk in
to two groups and they each took a section of the woods. I tried to tell them that they all needed
to bring their guns, that the thing had to be killed; the thought of going up against
such a nightmare un-armed was too much, I begged my father to stay but he told me to
calm down, that I was talking nonsense and was probably just in shock, my mind making
up stories to deal with what had happened. He sent me home to rest under the watchful
eye of my mother as he lead one of the groups in to the woods. Three hours passed. I was laying in bed still unable to sleep,
huddled in my blankets, paranoid of every shadow and creak, convinced that IT, the nightmare,
was going to come back for me, the only witness to it’s abomination, when I heard the front
door open and the heavy steps of men entering the living room down stairs. I listened as they sat down and began to talk. “Damndest thing I’ve ever seen in my life
Jerry, I don’t know what’s out there but it sure riled up the dogs”, that was the
sheriff speaking. “What was it, a bear do you think sheriff?” I didn’t know the speaker but he sounded
young, maybe one of the farm hands. “Maybe… all I know is two of my best tracker
hounds caught a scent, started going mad, they tore off in to the woods faster then
I’ve ever seen them run, and they didn’t come back, now we’re two dogs and a little
girl down, Jesus H” Then the voice of my dad, I eased up a little,
knowing he was back in the house made me feel safer,
“Chris said he found the poor girls gloves down by the creek, right where my boy said
they were playing”. The unknown voice came again, obviously Chris,
“It’s true, they were covered in some kind of slime or something, don’t know what
but it smelt god awful, one of the boys almost upped his liquor”. “Okay, well at least we know she was there,
I’m not hoping for much but I’ll pray, it’s one big forest and the chances o’
finding her are mighty slim”, the sheriff sighed, “I suppose I better go tell the
family that they should be prepared for the possibility that they will never see Jess
again, fuck, no man should have to outlive his kid, and the not knowing like this…” “Didn’t Travis say he saw something big
moving through the forest?”, another unknown voice, this one new. “Yeah, he radioed in; said he saw some kind
of, shit, I don’t know, giant moving in the distance, but the man was half pissed
and it’s dark as the bottom of a well out there, probably just jumping at shadows, no
most likely a bear or… a wolf or, something, jumped her from behind and dragged her off”,
the sheriff again. My father spoke, voice raised so everyone
could hear, “Okay, lets all go home it’s been a tough night, we’ll search again for
her tomorrow, even if it’s only a body we find, it’s better then the poor folks not
knowing what happened, I want everyone to tell their kids not to go in that forest no
more till we know for certain what occurred, understood?” There were mumbles of agreement and then solemn
goodbyes. The men left and the front door locked shut
behind them. My father moved about downstairs for a few
minutes before climbing the stairs and going to bed. Before he turned in he poked his head in to
my room to check I was okay. I just pretended to be asleep, I had nothing
to say, I didn’t even know what to tell myself, but one thing I knew for certain,
I hadn’t been hallucinating, I’d really seen… IT, and whatever IT was it had Jess. I waited for a half hour after I heard my
dad climb in to his bed before I sat up and switched my bedside light on. I crept out of my bed and got dressed as quietly
as I could then I descended the stairs. My father had taught me how to shoot and maintain
a gun a few years back, out here in the country it was important to know; hunting was a tradition
amongst the men and when I was old enough my father would take me camping in the woods
for a weekend of game shooting like his father before him. I knew where my dad kept his 44.Magnum and
rounds in the garage and after searching around for a few minutes I found the key for the
lockbox. I opened it up, loaded the pistol and grabbed
a flashlight before leaving the house and locking the door behind me. My breath misted in the air as the unseasonably
cold chill hung around me. I looked at the forest, once a place of fun
and laughter now dark and sinister in the moonlight, branches stretching and contorting
towards the sky like skeletal fingers. That thing had Jess and I couldn’t live
with myself if I didn’t do a damn thing to get her back, after all it was my fault
for leaving her alone out there. I swallowed back the lump in my throat and
began tenaciously walking down the road towards the woods. “Don’t worry Jess”, I thought, “I’m
coming”. As I entered the woods I immediately began
to question my actions, I knew that what I was doing was not smart by any stretch of
the imagination, that my fool hardiness could very well get me killed. The thought of bumping in to the creature,
out here, alone in the dark was more terrifying then anything I could ever imagine. And knowing that Jess was in that very situation
herself was the only thing that drove me on. I trudged on the familiar old trail for about
twenty minutes or so until I eventually came to the creek. I had never been here before in the dark and
although everything was where it should be, it looked different. It was as if these were my woods to play in
during the day, but now in the dark, it was an alien place, this was IT’s domain. I was a stranger here, unwelcome. This feeling was reinforced by the fact I
had no idea what lay beyond the creek, except from what I’d seen in the immediate area
from the other side. Carefully, I crossed the creek, the water
soaking through my boots and dampening my trouser legs. As soon as I stepped out on to the other side
I felt like I was lost. How would I find my way back? Which direction would I go in? I ignored the first question; I had bigger
things to worry about at the moment, and decided to head off in the direction I’d last seen
the creature going. I started walking, vigilant for any signs
of movement or noise. I’d expected there to be animals out this
late at night but eerily it was silent, which made me feel vulnerable. Every footstep sounded like an alarm, telling
the creature where I was. I stopped for a moment and looked around with
my flashlight. I felt like the darkness was swallowing me;
that the thing sat just outside the borders of light, laughing at my efforts to find it. I realised that if there was anything out
there, the light would only serve to give away my position, effectively ending any kind
of advantage I would have over it. After a pause I switched off the flashlight
and waited for my eyes to adjust. It was difficult at first but after a few
minutes I could make out enough of the forest to start slowly making my way through. It was about ten minutes later when I heard
it. A short sharp yelp to my left in the distance. I paused and waited to see if any other noise
was made. A moment later a snap echoed through the darkness
and a dull thump. I was not alone anymore. Swallowing fear I sunk to my haunches and
slowly made my way towards the noise. I had plenty of experience at being quiet
from the rabbit game and even in the dark I didn’t find it too hard to distribute
weight so as to move almost silently. After a while I reached a clearing where the
trees parted to a grassy patch about half the size of a football field. In the centre of the clearing was a rocky
depression that sunk down in to the earth. I was about to make my way over and investigate
when I saw it. It was standing near the edge of the clearing
to the south and was slowly limping its way over to the depression, dragging something
behind it. In the dark I couldn’t make out what it
was but it was about the size of a child, except if the child had been snapped in the
middle, it flapped limply with every bounce like a paper fan. I swallowed a lump and tears stung my eyes. I wasn’t sure if I was more scared or sad. I prayed to God to not let it be Jess and
continued to watch it as it reached the pit and then hurled the object over the rim. It hit the ground with the unmistakable sound
of crunching bone. The creature bent down headfirst as if to
crawl down the rocks and then stopped. Slowly it stood back up and sniffed. I instinctively pressed my back to a tree,
removing myself from view and strained to listen. I heard it sniff again softly and walk around
in what sounded like a small circle and then… nothing. I waited. For what seemed like eternity I waited. I was unbearably tense, expecting to see it’s
milky eyes slowly peer round the side of the tree followed by that big crooked smile at
any second, or a long hooked finger to slide out of the darkness and rest itself on my
shoulder. Nothing happened though, and nothing continued
to happen for the next couple of minutes. Gathering my courage I hesitantly glanced
round the trunk only to see the clearing was empty. I double, triple and quadruple checked the
area making deadly sure it was gone and then I stepped out back to the clearing edge, making
sure to keep low to the ground. To step out in to the clearing was out of
the question, suicidal. What if it was only hiding at the clearing
edge itself, or waiting in the rocky fissure at the centre. It would defy all logic, rebel against every
survival instinct – and yet I had to know. I had come here looking for Jess, if I turned
back now with out checking to see if it was her, crumpled and contorted at the bottom
of those rocks then I may never know. The sheriff was right; the not knowing was
the worst part. Before I stepped out I pulled the magnum from
out of my waistband and cocked the hammer back, being careful to mute the click by smothering
it between my legs. When it was loaded and ready to fire, I began
to slowly inch my way out of the safety of the tree line and in to the open. I took a few steps and stopped, waiting to
see if anything came crashing towards me. When nothing did I continued my cautious journey
to the depression. When I reached the lip I aimed the gun ahead
of me and looked over. It was a couple of feet deep, about ten or
so and was a little larger then I had expected. One side of the hole was hollow and extended
in to the ground as a sort of cave, large enough to drive a car through. At the mouth of the cave was the body, slumped
over a jagged rock. I glanced around again making sure I wasn’t
being snuck up on then started to lower myself down. I would just need a quick glance to make sure
it wasn’t – or was – Jess and then I’d leave, run back to Fenter. I’d wake my dad and the others, lead them
here and we’d kill it, in this cave that was surely it’s dwelling. It could be in there right now, watching me
struggle down the smooth rock. But I reasoned that if it was in the cave
then there was noting I could do about it. I must be crazy; fear has consumed my brain
so completely I must not be able to feel anything anymore I thought. This was proven wrong when I slipped and fell
off the side of the rock, landing awkwardly and sending pain shooting through my ankle. I almost cursed aloud but bit down on my lip
and shouted silently in my head. Luckily it wasn’t twisted, just achy and
I was able to walk on it without a problem, the last thing I needed now was a broken foot. My thoughts were so preoccupied with the sudden
pain that I had forgotten I was now right next to the cadaver. My leg bumped against it and I spun round
gun at the ready, almost firing it off in to the rocks. I quickly berated myself for being so trigger
itchy and then looked down. Relief and repulsion flooded through me. From this close I could see it wasn’t Jess,
wasn’t even human, instead I realised it was a large dog, one of the sheriffs hounds
that had gone missing earlier. It’s back was snapped in two and folded
upon itself and its snout was crumpled back in to its face turning it in to a flat, tooth
filled gap. Blood, fur, bone and brain where splattered
over it and one eye hung loosely from the socket. The eye was positioned in such a way that
it appeared to be staring right at me. I looked away and felt bile rising in my throat. The smell of death and decay was overpowering
this close to the cave and I dreaded to think what other corpses were nestled away inside. I was about to begin scrambling back up the
edge of the depression when I heard a sob. I spun round and stared in to the darkness
of the cave. It sounded faint, as if it had come from quite
a way away, echoing through narrow rock passages until eventually finding its way to the surface. It came again, this time it was unmistakable. It was the sound of a child crying. The first thoughts to rush through my head
were of joy, she was alive, it must be Jess, hidden away deep in this creatures lair, and
as soon as the thought had come I realised, with a fear unlike any I had ever thought
possible to feel, that I would have to go in to the cave and get her. I didn’t have a choice, I just couldn’t
turn back now, I may as well kill myself with the gun I held in my shaking hand then live
with the guilt. I pulled out the flashlight and, readying
the gun, switched it on. The beam stung my eyes for few seconds as
they adjusted to the sudden light but I could see the cave went on for a few metres before
widening in to a kind of large, rocky chamber that had passages of varying sizes detouring
off further underground. I entered the mouth of the cave and shone
the beam over the walls and floor. The beam danced over bones scattered across
the ground. It looked as if every type of animal in the
forest had eventually wound up in here, torn apart then stripped of flesh. I covered my mouth and nose with the sleeve
of my gun hand and continued to walk. There were four passages and the sobbing appeared
to be coming from the one furthest to the left, thankfully it was one of the wider ones
and I found I could comfortably walk down and still have enough room to stand up straight. If the creature were to come now from the
mouth of the cave I would be trapped. However if it was already in the cave then
I was walking straight in to its spindly, disproportionate arms. I swallowed hard and continued to walk, after
a couple of meters it turned right sharply and opened up in to a small version of the
chamber I had just come from, I was amazed to find it was full of items. Watches, Jewellery, Passports, Letters, Glasses,
Clothes, Books, Wallets; it went on, as if a museum to sentimentality and trinkets. I picked one of the passports and opened it
up. Paul Ashcroft, born 1972 Herronford, Ohio. Another read Richard Blunt, born 1954 Westville,
California. I shone the light over the letters, seeing
the addresses were to places all over the country. Then it dawned on me. I finally understood. It all made sense, the reason I had never
seen this thing in the woods before was because it had only arrived a short time back. It must of travelled from place to place,
from forest to national park to desert to mountain, picking people off, taking their
effects then moving on to the next town. It was like a sick scavenger hunt. IT was killing people and then keeping their
items as souvenirs. Another sob brought me back to reality and
I dropped the passport to the ground. I hurriedly walked to the back of the chamber
I now called the museum and found another short passage and then a medium sized cavern,
inside was Jess sitting on the floor and crying. She looked up when my light shone over her
and covered her eyes. “Please… P-please let me g-g-g-“ She burst out in
to fresh sobs, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. I stood paralysed for a second. I was so intent on finding her that now I
had I didn’t know quite what to do. I decided I had best let her know it was me
before deciding on anything. I shone the light upwards illuminating my
face. Jess stopped sobbing and stared. “ Jess I’ve come to rescue you, we don’t
have much time. We need to go now before that thing comes
back to find me here” I whispered kneeling besides her. She did nothing for a few moments then threw
her arms around me, her body shaking. “I thought I was going to die down here,
I thought it was going to eat me, like it did the rest, I just- I don’t- it’s…”
she trailed off unable to get her words out through the tears. I squeezed her back for a moment, and then
went to lift her. The sound of metal clanging against rock reverberated
through the cave. I shone the light down and my heart sunk. She was chained to a heavy metal ring pin
that had been nailed deep in to the rocks beside her. “I couldn’t escape” she sniffed, “I
tried to pull it out but, it’s no use”. I stood for a second, defeat washing over
me. “I could go get help come back and-“
“NO” she squeaked, “Please don’t leave me here”. Panic spread across her face and it was all
I could do to promise not to leave. I thought for a few moments and then realising
my only option I took her chin and looked her in the eye. “Jess, I have a gun, I’m going to have
to shoot the chain to set you free, it’s going to be very loud and the noise will probably
attract the thing here”, she said nothing just looked at me, ”as soon as it’s broken
we’re going to have to run for the cave entrance and back through the woods”. She looked thoughtful for a moment herself
and then took my chin, kissed me and then nodded. I blushed, sitting below ground in a monsters
cave and I was blushing. I almost laughed. I forced the emotion down and just smiled
before taking my gun and aiming it at the chain. “Cover your eye’s, I’ll do it on three
okay? One, tw-“, a guttural moan sounded from
the mouth of the cave and carried its way to us. I saw the colour drain from Jess’ face and
I knew mine was doing the same. It was back. Without thinking I pulled the trigger. The gun cracked, deafening in such a small
space and the chain shattered, I grabbed Jess before she could react and pulled her up,
sprinting towards the museum. As we entered in to it I dived behind a table
full of brick-a-brack pulling her down with me. No sooner had we landed on the floor I saw
the creature enter in to the room and scramble over to the passage we had just exited from. As soon as it was gone from sight I pulled
her back up and pushed her towards the passage that led to the cave mouth. She didn’t need to be told twice and we
ran as fast as our legs could carry us. As the cave mouth came in to view a scream,
full of horror and anger, rang from behind us as IT discovered its meal had been stolen. As we got to the cave mouth I could hear wood
splintering and the tinkle of a dozens of tiny objects hitting stone as it tore through
the museum after us. I grabbed Jess’s foot and hoisted her up
till she grabbed the lip of the depression and pulled herself in to the clearing. I spun around and saw IT exit the passage
in to the main chamber. Its hood had fallen down and exposed what
can only be described as a half insect, half human face. I fired a shot off in it’s direction and
it screeched in agony as the .44 bullet connected with it’s thigh, knocking it back for a
second. I took the distraction and spun around, leaping
for the edge of the depression and grabbing a hold. Jess seized me by the collar and helped pull
me up just as I felt hooked fingers brush the bottom of my shoe. We started to run across the clearing. The sun was coming up now and the sky was
a pinky-red, casting a slight glow on everything. We ran and ran and ran and ran. The whole while I could hear it crashing through
the trees after us. If I hadn’t of hit it in the thigh I don’t
think we would have stood a chance out running it, but somewhere, some God was watching over
us. It was about forty-five minutes before we
reached the creek and by the time we saw the edge of the woods an hour had passed. I still to this day do not know how we managed
to run so fast and far without stopping, but I do remember the adrenaline coursing through
me so violently that I shook for hours afterwards. When we reached Fenter I fired the gun off
in to the air. Within two minutes dumbstruck towns people
surrounded us, some asking what had happened, others grabbing and hugging Jess and most
just staring blankly. When Jess’ father arrived he broke down
and cried holding his girl to his chest and thanking God, and me, equally for his daughters
safe return. When my father arrived he took the gun from
me, put his hand on my shoulder and gave me a look. It was a look that said he didn’t care what
happened just that he was glad I was safe. Regardless we had to explain to the sheriff
what had happened. After we both explained our stories, a group
was organised and armed and I was asked to lead my dad, the sheriff and twenty or so
other men to the cave. I was tired and reluctant to go back but next
to my dad I felt safe. After a couple of hours we came across the
clearing and found the cave system just as we had described. The museum was empty. The shattered chain was found at the back
untouched and a brief examination of the other caves revealed them to contain skeletons of
other people later identified as other missing persons from the towns that backed off of
Fenter woods. A medical check showed they had been dead
for days. The woods were searched all day but nothing
was turned up. That Night as I looked out my window before
going to sleep I saw it again, standing at the edge of the woods. It looked at me through my window for a while
and I stared back, like when we had first encountered one another and then it turned
and walked back in to the woods. I knew this would be the last time I saw it,
it was moving on to another place, away from Fenter, from this area. The woods were searched for another week but
nothing was found. The official report stated people had been
kidnapped and killed by a maniac who had escaped in to the wilderness before he could be apprehended
although the people of Fenter never questioned our versions of the story. So that is my account. This all happened twelve years ago now and
IT is but a distant memory. Jess has just finished university and is going
on to become a lawyer for animal rights and I am working on the family farm after dropping
out of college. I tell you this story not to entertain you
but as a warning, next time you decide to go hiking in the mountains or camping in the
woods. IT is still out there and next time, it might
be your town IT decides to visit. Be safe.