pt 6 >>697395160
The problem was that when the occurrence happened it was almost December 21 st and that means that the cold was near unbearable, that and there was so little daylight that by the time we got to the part of the wilds where animals roamed normally it was nearly time to begin to head back.
The first day we went out and searched for signs of animals we could bag, we didn't see so much as a squirrel. That night the wind was howling again, the creaking of the cabin would get to the point where I O thought it would collapse on us and all the while I would stare at the cracks between the log walls, where the candlelight didn't touch and I could swear I saw things moving in the dark. When I finally did drift off to sleep the last thing I heard what a quiet whispering, like I had heard before.
The next few days were no better, each time we would go deeper and deeper into the woods, usually in the direction of the distant mountains, we would be frozen stiff to where walking was a challenge for me, I have no idea how my grandfather managed it at his age but he never slowed down, and we would come back empty handed. yukon.jpg, 60KiB, 1200x300 Anonymous Sun 31 Jul 2016 No.697395752 Quoted By: >>697395422
Each night the woods would be louder, the shadows in thP cabin seemed to draw closer to the candle than the night prior, and the whispering seemed to get more intense as well, so much so that I started to make out words though none of them were in English and if they were Swedish I couldn't understand what I was hearing. On the third night I asked if Dana could also hear it, he told me to try not to think about it.
Each day was more overcast than the one that came before; the daylight was just a lighter shade of grey. It started to get to the point where our own food stores were getting low, our need to find something became doubly desperate.
It started to get worse by the 5th day, it started to snow.
Not your simple puffy white snow that you see further south, no this was big, heavy and wet flakes that seemed more like little snowballs landing everywhere, it clung to everything, weighing us and the trees down alike. All the while, as we walked in a misty forest where we could hardly see more than a few meters, I kept swearing I could see things out there; little shapes sitting on rocks and tree branches that would be there one moment and seem to disappear as soon as I looked directly at it. I asked my grandfather and he told me not to acknowledge them, just keep moving. The longer the days went the more of them I would see.
It was on the 9th day of trying and failing at our hunts that we returned to a troubling sight. All along the treeline surrounding the cabin, a couple meters off the barbed wire fence, there were a number of large stones, big boulders that came up to my chest, most were oddly shaped where the tops curved off in a direction. They were all pointing at the cabin. They had been placed every few feet all along the treeline, almost like a fence of the forest's own. When we saw that Dana stopped and said
>'Pack your things, we are leaving at dawn."
I wasn't going to argue. Even as we got past the fence and closed the door I felt like we were still being watched from somewhere out in the snow, it was too dark to see any of the little shapes that had been following us whenever we went outside but I knew they were there, hardly a moment when they weren't.
We didn't sleep long. Sometime in the middle of the night, between the howling winds and the biting cold, there was a deafening crash and the door split down the middle, snow and frost flying in and blowing out the only candle before we even knew what had happened.
There was a scurrying noise and after a few seconds my grandfather had managed to light a little oil lantern he had hanging by the wall. The table and pantries had been overturned, everything not nailed down was either broken or scattered around the room.
I asked if we should leave right now. He told me that was what they wanted us to do, that we would wait until first light. It was the longest night of my life, we sat there shivering and staring at the broken door, the lantern's light just barely keeping the dark and who knows what else away. Several times I thought I saw something there, just outside the door, watching. When I saw the horizon getting brighter it was like waking from a nightmare, only this one wasn't quite over.
We grabbed whatever hadn't been broken and made for civilization. The snow had stopped but the clouds still hung heavy above us, it would be three days until we got to the truck.
We moved as fast as we could, the snow was so deep and clingy that we had to stop every kilometer or so just to wipe it off, it weighed us down more than our packs did. I don't know how far we travelled, I know we didn't stop and I don't think we ate until it started getting dark. Dana said to get as much firewood as I could find, we were going too need a big fire.
"What about the marked trees?" I said to him, I still wasn't sure if things could get worse.
>'Fuck them, they're already pissed it won't matter much now."
That night we had a massive bonfire going, I'd bet you could see it from one of the mountain it was so bright. Even so we could hear them out there, the whispers never stopped. Every now and then a branch or rock would come flying out at us or the fire. It didn't make for a restful night.
Around an hour before dawn the snow started again.
The second day was worse yet. With the snow back the little fucks got brave and started coming in close, every now and then we'd get hit with a something that fell from the tree branches or a tree along our path would fall down and make it harder to progress. We didn't walk, we ran through those woods, I didn't think I could run so far but I don't remember either of us stopping.
We just managed to stumble into a little clearing as the light was fading again, we hurried and grabbed whatever wood we could find and tried to start the fire, the wood was wet and uncooperative and the shadows started to close in, we could see the little moving figures at the edge of our vision again.
I guess Dana was getting to his wits end because he grabbed the little oil lantern and broke it open, pouring the oil across the logs and lit it up with the lantern's sparker. The shadows retreated for a moment and I think the little monsters were hissing at us.
We were left mostly alone that night, hell if I know why,
maybe even they need to rest some time. The snow hadn't
quit yet so by the time we woke we were both mostly
covered. We set out before the sun rose; I think Dana
didn't trust us to make the rest of the way in only a few
hours of light.
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