Lost in the Woods at Night

At Night, Lost in the Woods "When the lights went out, I knew something was wrong; however, when I told my family, they just laughed," It started as a normal weekend trip. Just a bit of time away from London, out in the country. My family booked a small cottage near the edge of a forest. Peaceful. Quiet. No phone signal.
On Friday afternoon, we arrived. The air smelled of pine and damp earth. Birds chirped lazily. It appeared to be a dream. However, the dream changed into something else by nightfall. Around 10 PM, the power went out.
When it happened, I was reading by the fireplace. The room became glowing and warm in a split second. The next, darkness swallowed everything. I blinked. Waited. Nothing. Just the sound of the wind scraping against the windows.
I informed my dad. He shrugged. “Old place. Most likely, the breaker tripped. Mum laughed. “You’ll survive one night without your phone.”
My younger brother made fun of me. “Watch out — the forest monsters are coming!”
But I felt it. Something wasn't right. Like the darkness was heavier than normal. Like it was pressing against the windows, watching us.
I decided to step outside. For a brief moment. To get some air. I saw it at that time. A figure appeared about twenty feet away from the trees. It wasn’t moving. Just standing there.
Tall. Thin. No attributes. Only there. My chest tightened. I blinked again, hoping it was a trick of the shadows. However, it did not vanish. It stayed.
I dashed inside again. The door was slammed. Locked it.
“Told you,” I said. “There’s something out there.”
They laughed once more. “It’s probably a tree.”
“Don’t be silly.”
“Too many scary movies, yeah?”
I wanted to scream. I felt alone, like I was in a different world than them. A world full of dread.
Later that night, I couldn’t sleep. Every creak of the wood, every howl of the wind felt like it was whispering to me. Calling.
Around 2 AM, I heard footsteps.
Not inside. Outside. Slow. Crunching the leaves.
Through the curtain, I saw a glimpse. Nothing.
Then — a flash of white. A face? A mask? I couldn’t tell. It also vanished very quickly. I jolted my brother to sleep. “Please. Wake up. There’s something out there.”
He rolled over. “Go to bed, freak.”
Tears stung my eyes. I was not believed. No one saw it but me.
The night dragged on. From my window, I watched. Every now and then, I caught glimpses. It's unclear. Never clear. But there. always present. advancing closer. By dawn, I was shaking. Pale. Exhausted.
Everyone else? They were unharmed. Eating breakfast. Laughing. Planning a walk in the woods.
They refused to go, I begged. “Please. Stay close. Something’s out there. I promise. My dad sighed. “Enough, alright? Your brother is being scared by you. So I stayed behind. Alone.
They left.
I waited.
Hours passed. The forest was quiet. Too silent.
Then — screaming.
Distant. Sharp. Cut off.
I ran outside. To the edge of the trees.
Nothing.
No birds. No wind. merely that gloomy darkness. in the open air. They never returned. The police searched for days. No sign. No tracks. No clues.
only me. And a story no one believed.
Now, every night, I see the figure again.
positioned just below the tree line. Waiting. Watching.
I don’t go near the forest anymore. I don’t speak of that night.
Because the moment I do — people disappear.
Now, I’m the only one left who remembers that night.
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