A spooky adventure
A spooky adventure
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. I was walking on
dead leaves in a forest where hardly anyone came. I was here searching for a
camper named Jonathan Roberts who got lost here. Our Rescuing People from Dangerous Places (RPDP) team had been getting reports of people who got lost
here for years. Our leader decided to end this mystery by sending me and my
partner Stephen to the forest of death, the name of the forest where the person
is reported lost.
We arrived in the forest the next day. After
we installed our tent and had some food, we started exploring the forest. The
people who lived outside the forest believed that a spirit roamed the forest. While
exploring, we came across a bloody shoe which was ripped a bit. It sent my spine
stiff. We took it back to the tent and scanned the blood. We made a horrific
discovery; the blood was of Jonathan Roberts !!! We rushed to the place where we
found the shoe and saw a bloody trail of footsteps leading into the forest. I
felt a bit scared, but together with Stephen, we went into the forest. The
deeper areas were rough; there were deep gashes across trees and no light seemed
to come from above.
After half an hour of trekking, we came
across a clearing in the forest. A body was lying 20 feet in front of us. When
we turned it, we recognized it of Jonathan. There were deep cuts across his face
and body. We checked his heartbeat and were surprised that his heart was
beating. We were so obsessed with him that we didn’t realize we had got
company. The creature was 8 feet tall, had a scythe in one hand and a bloody
dagger in the other. It was wearing a white gown patched with blood and had a
snakelike face with red eyes and slits for nostrils.
Our chances of escaping were slim and
Roberts’s heartbeat was getting slower and slower. We decided to run for it. We
picked Roberts and ran back to where we came. Fortunately, we arrived in
front of the tent. We rushed in and gave him first aid while Stephen called our
team to rescue us. Within an hour, our security helicopter came and picked us.
Roberts was questioned by us. After we reached back to our Head Quarters, Roberts
was shifted to a hospital where he survived. I told my head everything and the
case was closed forever.
A few years later, I asked Stephen about
our adventure in the forest of death. He said he did not know about it. I told
him about the spirit, but he said there was no forest by this name. I felt
mystified.
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