It was dark and foggy.
The forest where Ernest was standing is deserted. Even animals are not in the area. Not even a creak echoed through the forest. Only the freezing wind gave life to the perilous woods.
Ernest kept still for a moment. 'Why am I here?' He thought and backtracked his memories. But he was not able to spot the reason how and why was he here. All he knew that, he was just in his bestfriend's house and they were having a good sleepover.
The extreme silence bothered him. Why is the air the only sign of life? Shouldn't there be animals squeaking everywhere?
He attempted on moving his feet forward, and when he did, his feet sunk to the ground.
His heart started pumping rapidly. Sweat started forming from his all overs. He tried pulling his feet out...
...
...
... But in result...
... He was forced down to the ground more vehemently.
Ernest grasped everything where he could hold to. But everything he grabs...
... vanishes into thin air.
Panic grew all over him.
Out of a sudden, a hand soaked in blood rose in front of him from the ground. Another hand rose from the other side, and that's when the ground shook.
His panic grew even more, when a head with a slit in the neck, dripping with blood rose between the hands.
Ernest opened his mouth to scream...
...
... but he was voiceless. He couldn't make any sound.
His eyes turned to his other feet that was now held by a skeleton hand and submerged his feet deeper to the earth.
Ernest stumbled and fell on his face, his eyes met the bloody stare of the dismembered head that rose from the ground.
He wanted to scream. But his body denied so.
The skeleton hand and the seeping ground pulled him deeper, and all he can do, was just grasping theground as hard as he can with his nails covered in dirt. Terror swarmed all over his face.
The head rose and a whole body was shown. The heart was ripped out, clinging into the arteries as blood overflows, stomach slit open, its guts visible, covered in blood.
Ernest closed his eyes in affright and hoped that somebody might see him.
His feet was immersed deeper to the ground that his upper body is only out in the air.. He could feel his bones being fractured. His grip on the ground became harder that his nails were already bleeding.
The brutal body infront of him rose completely. It was a man with no eyes, slit neck, pulled tongue, swelling ears, ripped heart, open stomach, twitched knee, and with an exposed brain.
By these, Ernest almost vomited. He really wanted to scream, but he couldn't.
The body walked near to his direction. Ernest grabbed everything around him in panick, not minding the ground pulling him. Everything he grasps turns into thin air, until their eyes met and welled up with blood.
With his last breath, Ernest was abruptly submerged down deep to the ground. Until he was no longer there...
... The clock reads three thirty in the morning.
Ernest jumped off the bed with a scream. Sweat were trailing off his forehead.
He gazed beside him and saw John sleeping blissfully. He gulped a tad of courage and gazed around the large room. Everything was fixed. Like how it was before they slept.
Messy.
He laughed at the thought on how they made his room messy earlier. They just played video games, ate junk foods with matching drinks while watching action-comedy movies all night. The night was filled with so much fun for them.
After his long laughter, he sighed in exasperation, his dream was no ordinary.
It was all too real. He canremember it fully. But it was not a memory he wanted to linger on.
He wiped the thought away and slumped back to bed.
'It was just a nightmare. Nothing more than that.'
Ernest stared deeply at the wooden ceiling. And his eyes surrendered to sleep.
...
When morning came, John's dad, Lewis, started the car engine. Ernest and John is in.
Ernest will be back to his home.
John and Ernest exchanged jokes at the most time while traveling. Lewis just kept driving.
Ernest's eyes glanced at the large forest where they were passing by. 'It seems to be the place where I was in my dream'. Dread consumed him for a moment. His bestfriend, John, snapped him out of his consciousness and they began talking again.
Their laughs were stopped when Lewis cursed and turned the car without warning. Ernest turned his head and saw the torn man infront of them on the road of what he saw in his dream.
Their car fell over the barricade and onto the cliff, rolling. Their screams were high. But nobody was passing by.
Their car fell on the forest and bumped to a tree, upside down.
After a matter of seconds, Ernest woke up, lying on the car's ceiling. He had minor bruises and scratches despite the car being totally damaged. John that was beside him, was still alive, only has little blood streaming from his forehead. But his father was dead.
A part of steel stuck all over his body. Blood bathed him. Ernest cried at their situation. But this was no time to mourn.
He started smelling faint odors of diesel. And that's when he assured himself that the car was about to explode. There was no time, but he need to at least save his bestfriend.
He clutched the car door in and pulled the unconscious body of John out with himusing all the strength he had left.
Ernest was starting to smell smoke. He grunted and his anxiousness grew more.
Ernest went out of the car, pulling John's body out. With determination, he lifted John's body and carried it, weakly ran as fast as he could.
The car exploded with a loud bang and was immediately engulfed by fire and smoke.
Ernest flew forward due to the explosion and fell John off his arms. John's head struck the rock and blood flowed from it. John's bloody body lied beside Ernest. He was now lying with his stomach on the earth.
Ernest opened his eyes in a blur. He crawled, with all the energy he has left. He needs to call help. That's what he decided and invested every inch of strength left in him to do so.
John's blood soaked his shirt.
Ernest cried after seeing his bestfriend's body. He was unsure if he was still alive. Or that's what he thinks so.
Ernest stopped moving, slow sound of footsteps were nearing him. He smiled. 'Help is here'.
The feet of a man stood infront of him. He lifted his head up.
His eyes widened in fear.
His arms pointed up, pointing to the man.
" Y-you. " Ernest said weakly with all the energy he had left.
It was the torn man in his dream.
After it, the man spoke, " I have special dinner for my family tonight, two fresh human meat. " The man said monstrously. His voice muffled.
Ernest weeped for his life. His tears descended on the ground.
The car was burning at their backs.
It was a cloudy, shady morning.
John's blood flowed all through Ernest's body, up to his lips.
Ernest felt a sharp thing dug to his heart from his back. Blood started streaming outside of his body. By that, he knew...
The human eating monster stood below Ernest's body, his handturned into a pointed and sharp one. He raised it.
... Ernest knew, that it was not...
The man slashed Ernest's back, splitting it into half.
The forest where Ernest was standing is deserted. Even animals are not in the area. Not even a creak echoed through the forest. Only the freezing wind gave life to the perilous woods.
Ernest kept still for a moment. 'Why am I here?' He thought and backtracked his memories. But he was not able to spot the reason how and why was he here. All he knew that, he was just in his bestfriend's house and they were having a good sleepover.
The extreme silence bothered him. Why is the air the only sign of life? Shouldn't there be animals squeaking everywhere?
He attempted on moving his feet forward, and when he did, his feet sunk to the ground.
His heart started pumping rapidly. Sweat started forming from his all overs. He tried pulling his feet out...
...
...
... But in result...
... He was forced down to the ground more vehemently.
Ernest grasped everything where he could hold to. But everything he grabs...
... vanishes into thin air.
Panic grew all over him.
Out of a sudden, a hand soaked in blood rose in front of him from the ground. Another hand rose from the other side, and that's when the ground shook.
His panic grew even more, when a head with a slit in the neck, dripping with blood rose between the hands.
Ernest opened his mouth to scream...
...
... but he was voiceless. He couldn't make any sound.
His eyes turned to his other feet that was now held by a skeleton hand and submerged his feet deeper to the earth.
Ernest stumbled and fell on his face, his eyes met the bloody stare of the dismembered head that rose from the ground.
He wanted to scream. But his body denied so.
The skeleton hand and the seeping ground pulled him deeper, and all he can do, was just grasping theground as hard as he can with his nails covered in dirt. Terror swarmed all over his face.
The head rose and a whole body was shown. The heart was ripped out, clinging into the arteries as blood overflows, stomach slit open, its guts visible, covered in blood.
Ernest closed his eyes in affright and hoped that somebody might see him.
His feet was immersed deeper to the ground that his upper body is only out in the air.. He could feel his bones being fractured. His grip on the ground became harder that his nails were already bleeding.
The brutal body infront of him rose completely. It was a man with no eyes, slit neck, pulled tongue, swelling ears, ripped heart, open stomach, twitched knee, and with an exposed brain.
By these, Ernest almost vomited. He really wanted to scream, but he couldn't.
The body walked near to his direction. Ernest grabbed everything around him in panick, not minding the ground pulling him. Everything he grasps turns into thin air, until their eyes met and welled up with blood.
With his last breath, Ernest was abruptly submerged down deep to the ground. Until he was no longer there...
... The clock reads three thirty in the morning.
Ernest jumped off the bed with a scream. Sweat were trailing off his forehead.
He gazed beside him and saw John sleeping blissfully. He gulped a tad of courage and gazed around the large room. Everything was fixed. Like how it was before they slept.
Messy.
He laughed at the thought on how they made his room messy earlier. They just played video games, ate junk foods with matching drinks while watching action-comedy movies all night. The night was filled with so much fun for them.
After his long laughter, he sighed in exasperation, his dream was no ordinary.
It was all too real. He canremember it fully. But it was not a memory he wanted to linger on.
He wiped the thought away and slumped back to bed.
'It was just a nightmare. Nothing more than that.'
Ernest stared deeply at the wooden ceiling. And his eyes surrendered to sleep.
...
When morning came, John's dad, Lewis, started the car engine. Ernest and John is in.
Ernest will be back to his home.
John and Ernest exchanged jokes at the most time while traveling. Lewis just kept driving.
Ernest's eyes glanced at the large forest where they were passing by. 'It seems to be the place where I was in my dream'. Dread consumed him for a moment. His bestfriend, John, snapped him out of his consciousness and they began talking again.
Their laughs were stopped when Lewis cursed and turned the car without warning. Ernest turned his head and saw the torn man infront of them on the road of what he saw in his dream.
Their car fell over the barricade and onto the cliff, rolling. Their screams were high. But nobody was passing by.
Their car fell on the forest and bumped to a tree, upside down.
After a matter of seconds, Ernest woke up, lying on the car's ceiling. He had minor bruises and scratches despite the car being totally damaged. John that was beside him, was still alive, only has little blood streaming from his forehead. But his father was dead.
A part of steel stuck all over his body. Blood bathed him. Ernest cried at their situation. But this was no time to mourn.
He started smelling faint odors of diesel. And that's when he assured himself that the car was about to explode. There was no time, but he need to at least save his bestfriend.
He clutched the car door in and pulled the unconscious body of John out with himusing all the strength he had left.
Ernest was starting to smell smoke. He grunted and his anxiousness grew more.
Ernest went out of the car, pulling John's body out. With determination, he lifted John's body and carried it, weakly ran as fast as he could.
The car exploded with a loud bang and was immediately engulfed by fire and smoke.
Ernest flew forward due to the explosion and fell John off his arms. John's head struck the rock and blood flowed from it. John's bloody body lied beside Ernest. He was now lying with his stomach on the earth.
Ernest opened his eyes in a blur. He crawled, with all the energy he has left. He needs to call help. That's what he decided and invested every inch of strength left in him to do so.
John's blood soaked his shirt.
Ernest cried after seeing his bestfriend's body. He was unsure if he was still alive. Or that's what he thinks so.
Ernest stopped moving, slow sound of footsteps were nearing him. He smiled. 'Help is here'.
The feet of a man stood infront of him. He lifted his head up.
His eyes widened in fear.
His arms pointed up, pointing to the man.
" Y-you. " Ernest said weakly with all the energy he had left.
It was the torn man in his dream.
After it, the man spoke, " I have special dinner for my family tonight, two fresh human meat. " The man said monstrously. His voice muffled.
Ernest weeped for his life. His tears descended on the ground.
The car was burning at their backs.
It was a cloudy, shady morning.
John's blood flowed all through Ernest's body, up to his lips.
Ernest felt a sharp thing dug to his heart from his back. Blood started streaming outside of his body. By that, he knew...
The human eating monster stood below Ernest's body, his handturned into a pointed and sharp one. He raised it.
... Ernest knew, that it was not...
The man slashed Ernest's back, splitting it into half.
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