The Old Man of the Forest. A short horror story written by me. - General

[h2]The Old Man of the Forest A horror short by Sean Martin[/h2] [i]Once upon a night, two men were driving down a lonely road that ran through a pitch black forest. These men were driving home after a very loose party that was held at their friend's cabin. They drove for a while, until suddenly a tall figure jumped from one side of the road to the other, spooking the driver who nearly crashed the car! “Holy shit what was that?!” the driver said. His friend shrugged his shoulders and after comforting the driver, saying it was probably a moose or something, they drove off down the road. After an hour of getting lost, the man in the passenger seat said he had to stop for a leak. The passenger got out and went into the forest for sake of privacy. Meanwhile the driver decided to stay in the car and smoke while his friend went to business. When the passenger returned, he gasped at the horror he saw. The front hood of the car was crushed, as if a large log had landed on it, yet the passenger knew that neither tree nor known creature of any kind could crush a car like that. The worst horror was inside the vehicle, blood was all over the interior of the car. The leather upholstery, and the dashboard was splattered with blood, as if a cow were just slaughtered. The driver door looked as if forced open, nearly ripped out by something. The passenger then noticed a trail of blood, as if someone, or something, dragged his friend away from the car and into the deep, pitch black dark forest. As the passenger looked into the forest however, he suddenly heard a deep, labored breathing. As if a large bear were behind him. The thing behind him grunted and groaned. The passenger gulped, took a deep breath, and turned slowly to face the thing behind him. When he opened his eyes, he couldn't believe it. The figure was humanoid, standing at 8 foot tall. It had bright, red eyes that burned like fire! It was wearing only blue denim overalls that barely fit it's size, they were worn and torn a bit. It had white hair, and a long white beard, like an old man. It's feet were enormous, nearly matching the size of the depression left on the hood of the car. The passenger stood eyes wide open and mouth agape with pure terror as the creature stared down at him. The creature then screeched a bloodcurdling screech that sounded like a thousand broken fingernails screeching against a chalkboard. The passenger screamed in mindless terror as the thing smacked the passenger down on the ground, and dragged the poor man into the darkness of the forest, kicking and screaming for help. ...A week later a 911 call to the local Sheriff office, called the Sheriff to two grisly scenes. One scene being the wrecked car with the now dried blood interior. But the second scene was founded when a pair of hunters noticed the car and followed the blood trail that came from the car. When they arrived, they found a horrible disgusting site. The bodies of the driver and the passenger were found, one mangled, the other still in one piece. The mangled body was ripped apart limb from limb, the head still attached barely on the neck of the driver. A nearby campfire with human bones nearby confirmed the fate of this victim. The other corpse was much worse. They immediately noticed that the passenger's pants were torn off and then he was raped. A pile of dead leaves with dried blood on them ment the passenger died of blood loss during of after the rape. No conclusion could be made from the mysterious and disgusting case, and since then, the case has been closed. And to this day, the “Old Man of the forest” still lurks in the forests reserves of Illinois. Eating and raping unlucky people traveling through. So if you see a tall figure jump from one side of the road to the other, Don't stop! Keep Driving. And Don't look behind either. He could be standing right behind your car. THE END[/i] C@C please

Your writing ability sure is horrific :v:

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You should really really really avoid starting off a story with "Once upon a"

Hey, I'm open to any sort of helpful criticism. And I just figured starting the story with "Once upon a" sounded good in my head. And yes I did notice "sounded good in my head" and what it means in general. Again, I'm open to any and all Criticism.

To be totally honest, this is equal to something I would of wrote for English class the morning it was due in 3rd grade.