Groaning. Am I dreaming?

More groaning. No. This is….real?

Gasping for breathe i sit up in the middle of the woods. My hands are covered in mud, under my nails and in my hair. “What the actual fuck.” Where am i? The groaning is starting again. The night is all most full making the clearing more eerie than i it would be normally.

I check my pockets looking for my phone or anything of importance.I was literally just in my room, writing. What the fuck. Pushing myself up off the ground i stretch and my neck cricks. “Did i black out?” “Maybe the ibuprofen was too strong??” I probably dissociated and went for a walk and hit my head or somthing. But that doesn’t explain the weird groaning. Speaking of i start looking around for the source. I hear it again and it sound like its coming from behind me so i turn around and start walking. As im walking. I Notice the trees aren’t native to my neighborhood and that definitely makes me start to worry. These trees are giant red trees, even if it wasn’t night time I wouldn’t be able to see the tops.

I hear the groaning agin. _“What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck”_ I must’ve walked passed it because once again i hear it from behind. Closer, though. I slowly, step towards the sound, not sure i want to find out what it is. Suddenly my blood goes cold.nothing in the scenery changed. Nothing came into my view, i just got this spine chilling sense of dread. I turn around and run

I run until i fall on the ground, stitches in my side dying from lack of oxygen. I need to figure this shit out. Where am i??? I look around, more trees more dirt. “Okay think El, what where you doing before this.” I was in my room writing my horror novel, the main character was about to figure out what was hunting her but I couldn’t think of a way for her to defeat it so I went down stairs for a snack. After that its kind of fuzzy but i think i got an idea and went back to my room. Wait. My character was set in the woods, my character was haunted by a disembodied groaning. Am i in my book?

I literally laugh out loud I must’ve it my head pretty hard.

Groaning

FUCK

Where is it coming from?? It sounds like it’s in te trees but also in the ground?? I think i losing my mind. I double check my pockets confirming there is nothing in them. Okay well lets think bout this. If im in my book (which is not possible ) i should have weapons stashed somewhere near by. My character, Mark is trying to service in an appocolyps of some sort, but the “zombies” havent been seen and he lives in the woods alone, asfair as Mark can tell, there is no one left.

First i need to locate where i am. “Okay, big fucking tree and more… big fucking trees” great.

I walk for a little while until i pass by a tree that has deep groves in it almost like a bear clawed it but that couldt be it because there where only two deep scars. They looked somewhat new with the sap dripping out like blood. I study it for a little while trying to make since of it, i decide it was probably some kids being morons. I literally have no clue what i’m supposed to do. (My novel was only a work in progress )There is no way i in the book im writing because that’s simply not logically possible. _”but what if it is”_ a voice so quite i almost didnt notice it whispers i my head. I stop an think.

It must be a weird lucid dream of some sort so i guess I have to “defeat” the monster or whatever the creature is. Yeah. That makes since. Okay let’s me think. I had the idea of making Mark defeate them by…….oh shit.

Suicide

What. No. I cant do that. That’s- just— no. Nonononononono

Groaning. Loader

Shit

Steps behind me, like a hourses almost. I run. I run as fair as i can and as fast as i can. Until.

I see a ledge. The groaning is louder now. Coming from all sides. Closer and closer. Shit.

I look around me, trying to find a weapon, a stick, a rock, ANYTHING but all i see are the trees and only just berely as its so dark. Unnaturally dark. Like a thick black ocean. I walk to the closest tree and run my fingers along it untill i find the deep groves. Are they in every tree?? I dont have time to find out, the groaning is getting louder and closer. I dont want to find out what these creatures are. I step towards the cliff. _“Should i?” _No. I can’t. Im terrified of heights and i definitely dont want to die. Then, a hand touches the small of my back. It’s ice cold and slimy, i feel the goop soaking into my clothes, out of instinct I flinch away and. My foot. Twists. Off. The. Cliff.

I plummet to my death.