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>but because of what he did we let our guard down for the rest of the trip and that was a mistake, it would become worse
>a few hours pass, it’s closer to 3:00AM now
> half of us are passed out, it’s just me , the dick, and another guy we’ll call kyle from here on out
>Kyle and I are less pissed than we were a few hours ago, but dick is still laughing his ass off.
>”lol faggots pissed yourself lol"
>remind him I could’ve shot him, he just doesn’t care and we get to arguing a little.
>the fucker is really drunk by this point, he keeps saying “Well if you almost shot me why don’t you do it now?” And keeps calling me a pussy, Kyle has to break us up
>At this point dick goes to sleep, I’m just left with Kyle.
>He and I shoot to shit in the other room for an hour or so, it’s around 4:00AM now
>While i was talking, kyle just drops his tone, and gets really wide eyed.
> “Fuck, kyle. What is it?”
>Kyle says he herd another noise from outside, we both look out the small window
>It was one of those windows that had that blurry kind of glass, like you’d find in a bathroom. And it was only 1x2 big. We couldn’t really see anything but vague shapes in the dark
>we hear rustling from a few feet away, at this point we’re guessing it’s an animal
>all of a sudden, it rushes the window and bashes into it. All we made out was a black blur
>freak out, and start swearing out dick’s name. We head into the living room so we can go outside and scream at the fucker
>but when we get there, he’s just sleeping.
>I wake him up and we both say he’s a faggot and that he needs to stop fucking around
>has no clue what we’re saying
>the only reason we believe him is because it would’ve taken him forever to put on snow boots, a jacket, pants, run outside, scare us, and be back in his underwear and sleeping bag in less than 10 seconds
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>kyle and I tell ourselves it was probably just an animal, but we’re uneasy. The rest of the night we feel watched. Still hearing scrambling noises at a distance
>next morning is normal, business as usual. Only two of us are hung over. Kyle and I are feeling shitty because we got very little sleep
>we’re all still talking about dick and his antics from last night
>Kyle and I are still racking our brains about the window incident
>”you know anon and I heard something in the office room”
>”fucking shit you did, stop trying to fuck with us"
>kyle gives up, figures no one cares and it might’ve been a raccoon or whatever.
>it’s getting closer to night, and the drinking has started again. Only this time it’s heavier
>everyone is drinking like a maniac, being loud, uncharacteristically loud
>kyle and I have only slept a few hours still. we can’t stay asleep for some reason
>the yelling and nonsense dies down and it gets quiet for a moment. We all of sudden get very uncomfortable. Anxious.
>Then we here it.
>A long humming noise, like a buzzing light only at a lower tone.
>we actually do think it’s a light somewhere that might be burning out.
>we talk for a little and then we see that kyle and dick are fixed staring ut the screen door.
>on the ridge by the treeline is a black mass. it’s oblong an no one can see exactly what it is.
>we all start getting more nervous
>"how long has it been there? is that a stump?"
>kyle and dick say that they both just started staring outside, and it’s been there for that long
>we’re getting panicky. I grab my gun again.
>then it did something that made us all shit ourselves.
>it began swaying back and forth slowly. at the same pace. and the humming inside got louder.
>we back off into the office room and say it could seriously just be a tree or something. and we’ll check it out again in the morning.
>no one really slept that night.

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>we’re all super uncomfortable the next morning. we sleep more than the other night so at least no one is tired. but no one is feeling all that chatty either
>i refuse to have my gun leave my side. same with my knife
>friend who’s dad owns the cabin grabs his pop’s crossbow he kept in the cabinet a few arrows too.
>he and i joke about werewolves, ghosts and shit, but we’re both nervous.
>the rest of the group decides we have to go out and check the treeline, since we’re armed. at this point everyone is kind of nervously holding onto some weapon
>we say alright, it’s broad daylight after all
>once we get to the spot we freeze or asses right there. something just feels off. like we’re not supposed to be here
>then we see the ground
>there’s just a black patch of dirt right where the snow should be. and it’s dry
>theres no way something could dig up the frozen dirt underneath and have it be dried out in the morning
>there is no mass, we now assumed it moved
>”you think it was an animal anon?”
>I don’t know, and we book it back to the cabin
>the entire day we’re all fucking pissed off at each other and scared.
>no one knows what’s happening and we’re all easily agitated and angry
>it’s as if something wants us to be angry and irrational
>we keep telling ourselves it’s seriously nothing, but no one actually believes it.
>we watch movies until night
>between putting in another movie, I think it was Iron Man, (That’s not relevant but for some reason it sticks out) we hear a loud bang from the back of the house
>everyone shoots up and grabs something heavy.
>crossbow guy pulls his weapon up, I have my navy at the ready
>the humming starts again, and gradually begins to get louder, higher pitched, just more violent
>then it becomes a shriek. As corny as it sounds it definitely wasn’t human. And it keeps getting louder and louder. Until we hear it on all sides.
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>thumping is now bashing. it’s on every wall and outside every window. we are all shitting ourselves
>then it stops. and we all stay in place.
>while we’re staring at every corner and frantically trying to find a way out Dick begins to head towards the porch
>niggerwhatareyoudoing.
>he moves like he doesn’t have control of himself
>as he approaches the screen, we see something outside
>It was man shaped with no eyes or hair. Standing on two legs, it’s skin was a mottled grey and looked wet to the touch, it’s body heaving inward and up as it drew breath. It had long arching fingers that came to a slender point. But the worst was it’s mouth. It looked like torn and burned skin that had healed.
>No one fucking moves
>dick opens the door And walks straight towards it
>it wraps it’s thin fingers around him, pulls him down, and begins beating him and shrieking at the same time.
>dick begins panicking, he’s screaming in pain. No one else is moving, until kyle grabs my gun and fires twice at the bipedal beast
>it looks back and snarls, then grabs dick and drags him as far as the treeline
>I take my pistol back and kyle and I follow
>we find him at the treeline, knocked out.
>Kyle must have hit it. A trail leading away from dick led into the trees. It was a thick black film that looked like oil, and it smelled like rotting shit and food
>we didn’t dare follow it

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>>32648927
That's it?
No aftermath?

>>32650469
Thats the part that I copied, I might have missed the last part, but I know the story ends with them Noping the fuck outta there

Bump.i like new content

>>32650020
i saw this on /x/ a few months back

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What are some good, cheal AM/FM radios for innawoods? I have a tiny, roughly palm sized one my buddy gave me but it's not that great. Doesn't pick up hardly anything.

>>32651947
OP here, I dont have any clue, Im not the type of guy to know that

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OP posting,
This is one of the better ones I have read

>>32650020
Fuck, my eyes are watering. I live just outside of DC on the orange line too, but on the other side. I usually take the train to Potomac Avenue to hang out with friends every once in a while. My best friend lives in DC around Eastern Market, we should probably go out to Capitol South and all along the red line after hours. I'll post on /x/ if we find anything.

>>32650020
>>32652076
Bump. Wish I could read these but I'm on my phone at the bar. Anybody able to resize these so they're not so blurry?

>>32653108
In the URL, after the number of the picture should be an "m" by itself. Delete that and it should load an uncompressed version.

>>32653137
Awesome thanks anon

>>32650020
So that's why the Metro maintenance people can never get shit fixed....

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>>32653293
>mfw SafeTrack delays on the orange and red line are partly just the US Government discreetly fighting monsters under DC

>>32652918

Me too but for different reasons.

I'm a Canadafag. Back in 1991, my family took a vacation to Washington DC. I remember that we always caught the metro at Cheverly station. Probably the only reason I remember that was the black train driver with a heavy southern accent repeating "Oahnge Lahn New Cahlton" and my parents telling my brother and I that our stop was two from the end on the map.

I -ALSO- distinctly remember my dad being concerned about crime and asking someone about it. They advised us against taking the Red line out to Shady Grove anytime after dark; especially with two young children. To which dad says, "Oh, are there a lot of black people out that way?" (Dad's a bit racist).

And the guy he's talking to just says, "Worse."

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>>32654402
>schizophrenic
This is why I like the group stories better.

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oh BOY innawoods thread now I can post this