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Witching Hour


(Sarah’s Journal)

2:56 a.m.

I am lost in the forest. The cold wind blows strongly against my numb skin, sending me chills down my spine. I look at my watch, 2: 56 a.m. The Witching Hour is starting. The time when the evil spirits and demons and wicked witches and goblins are preying on humans.

The end of my hair stands when the wolves howl and I can see their evil red eyes staring at me like they are going to swallow me whole. I walk faster to avoid them, but they are like a tunnel full of glowing orbs. I can’t keep them out of my sight.

2:59 a.m.

Time is running out. I’m getting anxious. The Moon is like a huge eye staring at me stingingly into my retina, the wolves’ howl is getting louder and longer, red eyes never get so red. The stupid camping trip is to be blamed. Fuck it. It is already useless to blame anybody.

My watch gives out a low beep. Time is being such a douche, it is already 3:00 a.m. 

3:04 a.m.

I’m not religious, in fact, I’m not a Christian, but for my safety’s sake, I pick up two sticks and make a rosary out of them. I tie them up with a rubber band I found in my pocket, I usually find weird things in my pocket like tobaccos and cookie crumbs. Weird.

I put the rosary into my pocket, I’ll be finding another weird thing the next time I wear it. I randomly walk around the forest, hoping that my camp is just around where I’m standing.

3:11 a.m.

I found some extraordinary things in the forest. I found a dead bird which its neck is twisted to face the East. I walk further, and found a dying bonfire. To make thing short, I found a bowl of fresh water which the Moon dances on the surface and a piece of wood which its shape is like an arrow pointing at North.

According to my knowledge on witchcraft, this is a circle that is cast when a witch is working on spells. Maybe I step into their freaky coven or something. It is supposed to be safe because this is what they call: a ‘Sacred Space.’

3:27 a.m.

Nothing creepy happened. I’m glad. I didn’t expect that the Witching Hour was like this, harmlessly obscure. I was just frightening myself.

3:29 a.m.

Something happened just now. Something like a soppy hand, touched my right foot. I looked down to it, but, because of the dark, I couldn’t tell what it was. It escaped like a shadow. Now that’s what I meant creepy.

I feel a slight pain under my foot. The darkness hides everything, so I can’t tell what causes it. The pain grows and now, I can’t even walk properly. Damn that fucking ‘thing’ that touched my foot!

3:33 a.m.

I heard somebody called my name. At last, a glimpse of hope. Its voice sounded croaky but jovial. It sounded odd, but I replied and convinced them that I was here. I started running, not concerning about my foot, and yelling and yelling and yelling and I stumbled on something.

I discovered that I’d spilled the bowl of fresh water which the Moon was dancing on the surface. Darn. I broke the circle and all those malicious things would come and get me. What’s worse is that the voice has disappeared.

3:49 a.m.

Oh Lord, I’m scared. I don’t think I can make it out of this forest. A grotesque-looking creature chased me while shouting my name in a freaky sharp voice. I ran so fucking fast that my foot hurt like hell but that fucking strange thing got closer and closer to me as I ran.

I kept on running as fast as my heart could bear. That monster shouted and shouted and shouted until at last, I fell on the stony ground. It had stopped. I panted for air. I waited, still lying on the ground. Everything seemed okay now.

3:59 a.m.

I’ve been lying here for 10 minutes. Some parts of my body cramp and some hurt. I search my pocket for the rosary, it’s not in there. I think I’ve dropped it when I was running. My watch gives out another beep. It is 4 in the morning already.

Far away, I heard a voice. It’s saying something very slowly. I can’t tell what it’s saying at first but later, I can listen clearly. It says, "Are you there, Sarah?"

(Morrow, on the newspaper)

"A 16 year old girl is found dead in a forest near Greenstone Highway. She is hanged upside down naked on an oak tree. It is said that she was on a school camping trip and got lost. Several wounds are found on her body and the most drastic one is under her right foot. It has moss on it and, according to Inspector Reynolds, it smells like dead cat.

"Inspector Reynolds said that it is a murder case, but according to the girl’s journal, which is found under the oak tree, she wrote down some evidences that assure doubtful Inspector Reynolds that her death is caused by supernatural beings."

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  • 1) hahaha... she need to look for Mr Porter& friends when she found herself lost.

    nice dude.keep on writing!

  • 2) So fucking strange,mate!

    /gimme five!

  • (Author)
    3) putri_alya: hahaha Mr. Porter and friends thx
    26life: i love writing strange stories
  • 4) browsed through it and a good job for the thriller genre. Like the ending!

  • (Author)
    5) you just read the ending? you should read everything...hahaha kidding! thx!
  • 6) this is like paranormal activity (the movie) in a good way i mean. it's fresh.

    true to the title, the whole thing happened in an hour but the only thing im curious is how she managed to write the journal throughout her commotion and all, running, falling and in total dark.

  • (Author)
    7) i thought of that too when i was writing the story. hahaha my bad!
  • 8) This is refreshing. Nicely done.

  • (Author)
    9) refreshing? lol thx

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