
Late one autumn night, in the small, secluded town of Ravenwood, whispers of an eerie legend echoed through the dense forests. The townsfolk spoke of the Dog Man, a cryptid said to roam the woods under the cloak of darkness. This creature was no ordinary beast; it was said to be a monstrous fusion of man and dog, with the intelligence of a human and the ferocity of a wild animal.
The legend began centuries ago, with tales of a cursed hunter named Elias who had wronged the spirits of the forest. Elias was a skilled hunter, known for his arrogance and disregard for the sanctity of nature. One fateful night, he ventured deep into the forbidden parts of the forest, driven by his insatiable greed. There, he encountered a majestic white stag, a creature revered by the forest spirits. Ignoring the warnings of his fellow hunters, Elias shot the stag, sealing his fate.
In their wrath, the spirits of the forest transformed Elias into the Dog Man, a grotesque creature doomed to wander the woods forever. His eyes glowed a haunting yellow, and his howl could freeze the blood of anyone who heard it. The transformation was slow and agonizing, with Elias feeling every bone in his body contort and reshape. His once proud human form was replaced by a hulking, fur-covered monstrosity, with razor-sharp claws and fangs that dripped with malice.
One chilly October evening, a group of friends decided to test their courage and ventured into the forest, armed with flashlights and a sense of adventure. Among them was Emily, whose curiosity about the supernatural had always been insatiable. Her friends, Jake, Sarah, and Tom, were less enthusiastic but followed her lead, drawn by the thrill of the unknown.
As they delved deeper into the woods, the air grew colder, and an unsettling silence enveloped them. The only sounds were the crunching of leaves underfoot and the distant hoot of an owl. The forest seemed to close in around them, the trees towering like silent sentinels. The deeper they went, the more oppressive the atmosphere became, as if the very air was thick with the weight of untold horrors.
Suddenly, a chilling howl pierced the night, sending shivers down their spines. The friends exchanged nervous glances, their bravado quickly fading. Emily, ever the skeptic, urged them to press on, determined to uncover the truth behind the legend. As they continued, they stumbled upon an old, abandoned cabin, its wooden walls covered in moss and vines. The door creaked open, revealing a dusty interior filled with remnants of a bygone era.
Inside, they found a tattered journal, its pages yellowed with age. The journal belonged to Elias, detailing his transformation and the torment he endured. His handwriting grew increasingly erratic as the pages went on, reflecting his descent into madness. The journal spoke of his desperate attempts to reverse the curse, his pleas to the spirits, and the growing hunger that gnawed at his soul.
As they read, the air grew heavy with an ominous presence. Suddenly, the cabin door slammed shut, and the friends found themselves trapped. A low growl echoed through the cabin, and the friends turned to see the Dog Man standing in the doorway, its eyes glowing with a malevolent light. Panic set in as the creature lunged at them, its claws slashing through the air. In a desperate bid for survival, they fought back, using whatever they could find as weapons.
Emily, clutching the journal, realized that the key to defeating the Dog Man lay within its pages. She frantically flipped through the journal, searching for a way to break the curse. As the creature closed in, she found a passage detailing a ritual that could banish the Dog Man back to the spirit world.
The ritual required a series of specific actions: a circle of salt, a chant in an ancient tongue, and a personal item from Elias's human life. With no time to lose, Emily directed her friends to gather the necessary items. Jake found an old, rusted locket in a drawer, likely belonging to Elias. Sarah and Tom quickly formed a circle of salt around the group, their hands trembling with fear.
Emily recited the incantation, her voice trembling but resolute. The Dog Man let out a deafening howl as a blinding light enveloped the cabin. The ground beneath them shook, and the air crackled with energy. The friends clung to each other, their eyes squeezed shut against the blinding light.
When the light faded, the creature was gone, and the friends found themselves standing in the forest once more, the cabin nowhere to be seen. The oppressive atmosphere had lifted, replaced by the familiar sounds of the forest at night. Breathless and shaken, they made their way back to Ravenwood, vowing never to speak of that night again.
But the legend of the Dog Man lived on, a chilling reminder of the dark secrets that lurk within the
About the Creator
Jayden Church
I am just getting into writing stories, an I’m 16. Feel free to criticize my writing. An let me know how you’d change it or what would sound better. Thank you for stopping by.




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well written, an amazing piece of story
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Note: The comment below contains well meaning constructive criticism as well as a couple of suggestions. Please take no offense. I on,y do so based on your statement of being new to writing and hoping to improve. You have a good base. ****************************************** Jayden: This story was quite good… with a couple of caveats. Great atmosphere and spooky telling with good writing. But, no offense, it makes no sense that the four could stop in the middle of a fight for their very lives to read a journal, gather salt and other implements and enact a banishing ritual…. All while dodging slavering jaws and wicked claws. Suggestion … Have the four run into the kitchen and slam the door… block it with a chair… then set up the salt circle and candles or whatever while shivering with fear as the dog man bashes at the door, clawing and howling. Then three get behind the circle while the 4th kid opens the door from the angle where he will be out of sight as it opens. When the dog man rushes in and charges the 3 kids he enters the circle and is trapped inside. Then the chant takes place and the curse is broken. Good work. I hope you take into consideration what I have said. I look forward to reading more from you in the future.