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Watcher in the Woods
By Predator
Predator’s
Watcher in the Woods
Prologue
May 7th, 1903
Oak River, New Jersey
200 yards from The Oak River Woods
The town’s people gathered at City Hall. They shout and through curses at the man standing on the step of the building. The mayor hushed the crowd down and silence eased over them.
“Please, please. I did not commit the is crime you have thrown upon me! For I wasn’t here the day or time or have ever heard of the victim. Please, I did not do it!” the young man pleaded.
They continued to throw curses at him, and finally, it happened. The crowd dragged him off the stoop and pulled him into a carriage and smacked him in the head with a log.
When he regained consciousness, the was hanging on something.
A tree.
He was hanging on a tree! His legs dangled four feet off of the ground and his arms tied to the highest branch.
It hurt.
The pain of his arm pulling from the sockets was over whelming. He quenched in pain. He opened his eyes. He saw the mayor sharpening the axe on a piece of lead.
Peace eased over him. He new it would be over soon.
Chapter 1
October 16th, 2003
Oak River, New Jersey
200 yards from the Oak River Woods
Sunday
The Heavy Metal band’s music blared over the speakers in the festival. Head bangers and drunks annually gather at this event for more than 12 years.
Two teens sat in their car kissing and hugging. Suddenly, the girl stopped.
“What the hell, Shelly? I’m trying to make a move and you stopped on me,” her boyfriend said.
“Shut up Barry, I heard something!” Shelly squawked back.
Suddenly, a face appeared in the window.
“Boo!” he yelled.
“Damn, Harry!” Shelly yelled, clutching her heart.
“I got you so bad, Shell!” Harry yelled.
“Get the hell away!” Barry yelled, giving Harry a middle finger.
“Hey man! Don’t you get all pissed at me just ‘cause you can’t get laid!” Harry yelled.
“Get the fu…” Barry was cut off by Shelly.
“Stop! Both of you! Let’s go to the festival. The beer should be easy to get now.”
The three teens walked back to the festival, drooling over the sight of the Bud Light.
Monday
Barry sat on the back of his car in the school parking lot, puffing a cigarette.
The school bell rang at 3:05.
Barry approaches Shelly and Harry as they exit school.
“You pussies want to go get high out at my Dads cabin tonight?” Barry asked.
“No, Barry. I’ve got to get this project done about some wrongfully accused killed out in the woods here. Maybe tomorrow,” Shelly said with a smile.
“Harry?” Barry asked.
“Sure, I’ve got time to kill around eight o’clock before my shift starts,” Harry said.
“Alright then, eight o’clock it is,” Barry said as he patted Harry on the back.
Chapter 2
Monday evening
Shelly strolled through the library, running her finger across the books. She comes to a small book.
“Ah!” she said to herself.
The title was The Tragic Life and Death of Clark Johnson.
Monday night
Barry and Harry laugh hysterically around the fire, puffing on the joint.
“This stuff is good,” Harry said, still laughing.
“Pass it here!” Barry yelled.
Shelly sat back in her computer chair, ready to type. She thumbs through the book and reads the last paragraph:
After Johnson was strung up on the tree, the mayor, Jacob Jackson, slammed his axe into Johnson’s chest. Some say he was innocent and some say he killed young Kelly Davis. But before he died he laid a curse on the land the woods laid on. After my research of the book, I went even deeper. I managed to find the curse. It is…
Barry and Harry walked down the dirt path of the woods. They come upon a large oak tree.
“This is one hell of a tree,’ Barry said.
“Look, a message,” Harry said, pointing to it.
“It says ‘Here lays the body of Clark Johnson. He died a terrible death. May his soul rest in peace,” Barry said.
“He is buried right under us,” Harry said, pointing to the ground.
“‘Nosh Loch Keel Too Too-I shall come again,’” Shelly said, confused.
Suddenly, the ground under Harry and Barry’s feet began to shift. The ground began to loosen, and the tree began to sink into the ground.
“What the hell?” Barry said.
Harry’s foot snagged on a root of the tree as it sunk into the ground. He was being pulled under.
“Help! Barry, Help,” Harry yelled.
“Harry!” Barry yelled back.
When Harry’s bottom half was under the ground, an axe busted out of the ground, plunging into Harry’s back.
“Bar-Bar-Barry!” Harry yelled as he was pulled into the dirt.
Barry sat on the ground, looking at the loosened soil.
As he was getting up, a skull pushed through the dirt and looked at Barry.
He froze.
The skeletons arm pulled itself out of the dirt and stood at Barry’s heals.
It stood 5 and a half feet tall, clothes hanging of the shoulders and waist. It held a jagged axe its right hand and a clump of Harry’s flesh in the other. The skeleton shoved the flesh into his mouth.
Within seconds, internal organs and veins could be seen flowing through the body. After the eyes rolled into the skull, Barry got up, crying, and ran back through the woods.
Chapter 3
Tuesday
The school bell rang at 3:05. Shelly walked out of the school, looking for Barry’s convertible. No sign of it. Shelly walked over to Melinda.
“Hey, Melinda, will you drive me home?” Shelly asked.
“Sure Shelly,” she says with a smile.
As they were driving home, she looked over at Harry’s house. She saw a police car and a Lexus.
“Drop me off here,” Shelly said.
Shelly got out of the car, walked up to Harry’s house and knocked on the door.
Harry’s mother came to the door.
“Hey Shell, come in,” she said.
Shelly sat in the living room with Harry’s mother, a cop, and a Detective. The Detective held out his hand to shelly.
“I’m Detective Darrel Hammond; I’m in charge of finding Harry. Do you have any idea were he could be?” he asked.
“Uh, last I heard was that he and Barry Wilson were out at Barry’s Dad’s cabin getting high or something,” she said.
“Where does Barry Wilson live, Ma’am?” the Detective asked.
“Uh, he lives at 304 Northeast Road,” she said.
“Come on, Jim. Let’s go,” the Detective said.
Barry lays rolled in his bed, whimpering. The door bell rang. Barry’s head snapped up. He saw a man with a cop. His eyes widened. Suddenly, she heard a tap at his patio door.
Shelly.
She beckoned for him to come. He slipped on his shoes, went to his locker. He heard the door shut. He pulled out his pistol and case of shells and headed out the door.
Barry’s Dad entered his room to see no one.
Barry and Shelly lay crouched in the bushes.
“What the hell is that for?” Shelly asked.
“Protection,” he said quietly.
“From what?” she asked.
“A demon,” he said.
Shelly began to laugh.
“What? It came out from under a tree and killed Harry. It was under this tree that said something about a dead guy that died there,” he said.
Shelly’s face tightened.
“Was the person on the message named Clark Johnson?” She asked.
“Yeah, why?” he said.
“Shit! He’s back!” Shelly said.
“I saw him shoved a chunk of Harry’s flesh into his mouth and his mouth and his eye’s and organs and veins appeared,” Barry said.
“He’s regenerating,” Shelly said. “Let’s go.”
Tuesday evening
Barry and Shelly drove down the road as Barry clicked on his radio.
“-was found mutilated in the Oak River Woods at four o’clock today by a search party looking for a teenager named Harry Wright. As far as the authorities know, this is not the body of Harry Wright, which means this is the second murder and the residents of Oak River, keep your doors locked.”
Barry looked at Shelly.
“You’re fine with me,” Barry said.
The convertible drove down the road at 70 MPH. The car came to a stop.
“What’s the hell’s up?” Shelly said.
“I saw someone, back on the side of the road,” he said.
The car drove backwards for about a minute. No one.
“I thought you saw some one Barry,” Shelly said.
“I did. Must’ve gone into the woods,” Barry said. “Let’s go back to my place. I’ll get my dad’s rifle, too.”
The convertible pulled into Barry’s drive way. The two got out and ran in.
“Hello, anyone here? Dad!” Barry yelled.
No one.
“Looks like we’re here alone,” Barry said with a smile.
The two walked in and froze.
Barry’s dads’ head could be seen on the top of a sofa chair.
“Here, I’ll get a blanket for him,” Barry said quietly.
Barry walked to the back and Shelly stood at the door. He went to the closet, grabbed a blanket and walked to his dad. He looked down as he unfolded the blanket.
His father’s intestines were strung out and his skull broken open and no sign of his brain.
Barry screamed, “Dad! No, Dad!”
Just then there was movement in the kitchen.
“You son of a bitch, I’ll kill you!” Barry yelled as he ran for the gun locker. He busted it open and pulled out his father’s double-barrel and a shell belt. He loaded two shotgun shells into the gun and ran into the kitchen.
He caught a glimpse of the killer. He ran out and around the kitchen to cut him off.
The killer stood there, watching. Barry saw the fiery read eyes through the dark. He saw the killer was in a black cloak and held an axe.
“You asshole!” Barry said. He leveled the gun on his shoulder and fired.
The buck shots blew into the killer’s right shoulder, blowing off his arm. Barry shot again.
Missed.
The killer picked up his arm with his fleshy hand and retreated out the patio door and into the forest.
Shelly.
Where was she?
“Shelly?” Barry yelled.
He ran to the half open closet and flung the door open.
Shelly sat in the corner. He helped her up.
“That was Clark Johnson, wasn’t it, Shell,” Barry said.
“Yeah,” she said. “I think I know were he’s going.”
As they entered the woods, Barry turned to Shelly.
“Why the hell hasn’t he left the woods to kill in town?” Barry asked.
“I don’t know, Barry. This is his home, I guess,” she said.
Chapter 4
Tuesday Night
Barry and Shelly walk through the forest in search of the tree. Barry loaded his revolver and shoved it into his pocket.
They finally come upon the tree.
“What the hell are we supposed to do now, Shelly?” Barry said.
“Wait,” She said quietly. “He’ll come back; he’s the Watcher in the Woods. He’ll find us.”
“Who?” Someone said.
Detective Hammond stepped out from behind the tree with his gun pointed at them.
“Put your hands up!” he demanded.
Barry’s face tightened.
Barry and Shelly stood and watch as a cloaked figure appeared behind Hammond.
“What?” he said.
He turned around.
The cloaked figure pulled him closer and tore the flesh form his face and swallowed it. The then reached down the half-dead Detective’s throat and pulled out his heart. The demon then ate it.
Shelly and Barry watch the demon’s skin appear and hair. His fiery red eyes latched onto Shelly.
She screamed.
Barry pulled his revolver from his pocket as the demon jumped onto Shelly. He raised his axe for the kill. Blam! A little hole appeared at the top of the demon’s head. Blood sprayed all over Shelly’s forehead. The demon fell off of her. Barry pointed the gun at its chest and finished the other five bullets into its chest.
Barry then pried the axe from the recovering demon and hacked. Blood sprayed from the jugular as Barry cut through the neck. Done. The head lay three feet away from the body.
Barry helped Shelly to her feet.
“Let’s go, Shell,” he said calmly.
After they left, the head began to reattach itself to the body…
6/26/2003 9:16:37 AM
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