Writing Prompt

As normal as everything was on the usual walk home from school, when we reached the edge of the wood line something felt unsettling. My friends Derek, Lizzy, and I had been walking this path home from school for about five years now. Typically you’ll hear some rustling or the animals in the forest that seperates our neighborhood and the field but nothing unusual. Sometimes the snow would weigh hea...

It was a Friday night, and I’d left another party. They were just too much.

Who invented clubs? “Hey let’s make a dimly lit room where people can dance and be loud and annoying for only 50$!”

They disgusted me, but more importantly, made me feel uncomfortable.

Soft snow fell outside, and I knew it was only a matter of time before this small snowfall became a blizzard.

Pulling my black trench coat...

As I was trying to walk home quickly because of the horrendous storm behind me I noticed drops on blood in the snow leading to the woods. I was alerted but I followed...

I kept walking, as if I didn’t see what I just saw in the snow. A few paces later and a funny thing happened with my feet: they stopped walking forward. Call it curiosity, call stupidity…I found myself turning around and going back to the blood trail. It was dark out, so I wasn’t able to see much but what I could see, the trail of blood started with a few drops then got significantly “messier” as ...

“Blood?” I said as I am catching my breath from trying to walk home quickly “why would there be blood here, usually nobody comes here”. I observed the trail of blood, it was frozen from the cold, it lead into the wood. I called a ambulance to come. It must be a poor guy who got lost and possibly died from the mouth of a bear, I thought. I followed the trail into the wood, trying to find the unluck...

“Da-“

“Language!”

“Ugh I was going to say dang it’s cold. Why are you like this?”

“Because I can be. Bwahahaha! Oh

What’s this”

“Is that blood?”

“Ewwww nasty”

“Dude this is serious, it could be a hurt animal, or worse…”

“Let’s follow it!”

“What? Wait up!”

*follows blood trail in snow*

“Oh hey Jason!” *says in deep weird voice*

“Oh hey Mitch!” *says in deep weird voice*

“Not even your n...

I feel

Red

Red

Red

Drip

Drop

Drip

Drop

I think I’m bleeding

Red

Red

Red

Drip Drop Drip Drop

Someone will see the

Red

Red

Red

Drip Drop Drip Drop

Maybe the snow will wash it away, wash the

Red

Red

Red

Drip Drop Drip Drop

It’s on my hands and on my head

Red

Red

Red

Drip Drop Drip Drop

I rememb...

It hasn’t stopped raining for several days; I think it’s winter.

I’ve been away since yesterday, and I have nothing to show for it.

I’m almost home now; I know that line of oaks.

There’s a trail of red. I’ll follow it and see what happens.

I’m not scared of death any longer.

I am getting closer to where I’m going. The smell fills the air.

I pull back the bushes. Dinner is served....

Trying to walk home quickly in the storm, you notice drops of blood in the snow in front of you, leading away into the woods.

Quickly you think to yourself: “Hell nah” and ignore the blood and walk straight home.

You don’t feel like being the main character that gets murdered in the woods.

Being a surviving side character will do....

Being what I like to think of as a horror aficionado, I knew better than to follow the ominous trail of blood in the snow. I knew the second those drops disappeared into the woods, nothing good would come of it or me. And still I followed. Storm and common sense be damned.

So as I lay here, looking from my left leg, which is cocked at a strange angle to my body, to my right leg, which is currently...