Chapter 1: A Walk Through the Eerie
Forest
Our story
begins in a middle-of-nowhere county town known as Widgebur. Widgebur was a
town shrouded in mystery it only had a handful of locals The Beach was often
gloomy and grey and as otherworldly as the rest of the town. It truly was a
town that time forgot. The whole place had a certain feel about it as it
something evil was plaguing this town perhaps a curse or local superstition,
but you could feel the dread on the local's faces.
Widgebur was
also surrounded by layers of forest a forest that looked like it had seen a better
day. Quite a few trees were destroyed not by chainsaws or by some delinquents
playing with fire. But more like the life had been sucked from the forest in
certain areas. Gellert Stockman, an elderly lighthouse keeper who kept watch
over the Widgebur Torch Lighthouse, walked through the dense forest with a
sense of dread hanging over him. The trees loomed above him, casting eerie
shadows on the ground. He heard the rustling of leaves behind him and quickened
his pace. Was something following him? He couldn't shake the feeling that he
was being watched.
Every now
and then, he spun around, but there was nothing there. The silence was
deafening, except for the sound of his footsteps. His heart raced as he tried
to make sense of what was happening. He had never felt so alone and vulnerable
before.
As he
walked, he thought about the stories he had heard about the forest. Stories of
strange occurrences and unexplained happenings. He had always dismissed them as
mere superstitions, but now, he wasn't so sure.
Gellert's
mind raced with questions, but he pushed them aside, knowing that he had to
focus on getting out of the forest. He quickened his pace, hoping to leave
whatever was causing his fear behind in the woods. But the mystery of what was
happening continued to weigh heavily on his mind.
His
quickened pace then went from a fast-paced walk to running full-speed. He had
to get home to his to the Widgebur Torch Lighthouse there he felt safe and sure
nothing could harm him there.
As he ran he
couldn’t help but think why now? Why was this happening now every other time he
had taken a stroll through the forest and visited the town or bought some
supplies, not one incident. So what has changed why did today feel so different?
Why did
Gellert Stockman feel something was after him he had lived and played in this
Forest ever since he was a child his family lived in Widgebur for generations.
As he ran
trying to come up with some possible explanation all he could think was how he
wished his father was still the Lighthouse keeper he would know what to do.
Unfortunately, Gellert’s father passed away just two months ago.
Gellert was
in the clear as he can see his Light house just ahead as he races for it
running and crawling up the steep hill giving it all his might as he returned
he felt truly relieved. This was his home this was his sanctuary and he always
felt safe inside the Lighthouse. Yes in just five minutes he could brush off the whole experience to nothing
more than an overreaction. Yes that was it the whole time it was just the wind.
Gellert
entered the lighthouse and locked the door behind him, feeling relieved that he
was finally safe. He went to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea and tried
to calm down. But as he waited for the kettle to boil, he heard a strange noise
coming from upstairs. At first, he tried to convince himself that it was just
the wind, but the noise grew louder and more persistent.
Gellert
couldn't ignore it any longer. He cautiously climbed the stairs, one step at a
time, his heart racing with fear. hands shaken he grabs his dads rifle pointing
it forward as he climbed the stairs.
As he
reached the top of the stairs, he saw that the door to the lighthouse's lantern
room was open. He knew he had locked it before leaving for his walk in the
forest.
“Whoever is
inside the Lantern room you have five seconds to come out before I pump your
guts full of Lead.” Gellert yelled he tried to sound brave as possible...
Fearful and
shaking, he slowly approached the door and peered inside. What he saw made his
blood run cold. The lantern room was filled with an eerie green light, and
there was a figure standing in the center of the room. It was a woman, but she
was not like any woman Gellert had ever seen. She wore a long white dress, her
hair was wild and unkempt. Her eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, her skin
was so pale it was as white as milk.
Gellert stood frozen, unable to move or even breathe. The
woman turned her head slowly towards him, and a chill ran down his spine. He
knew that he was in grave danger.
Suddenly,
the woman began to move towards him, her feet barely touching the ground.
Gellert turned and ran as fast as he could down the stairs, but he knew it was
no use. He could hear her laughter echoing through the lighthouse as she
followed him.
As Gellert
reached the ground floor, he felt a cold hand grab his shoulder. He turned
around, expecting to see the woman, but there was no one there. He was alone in
the lighthouse, and yet he knew that he was not safe.
Instead of
seeing the girl the room is suddenly filled with a tendril of mist. Gellert
watched in horror as the mist filled the room, he pointed his rifle at the
ready hands shaking with fear that he couldn’t hide his finger ready to squeeze
the trigger.
The mist
began to envelop Gellert the lighthouse was not visible it was almost like he
was now in a different world. A world of mist terror overcame him as he felt
something tap his leg. Surprised he points and opens fire the loud bang of the
gunshot echoes throughout the lighthouse as he begins firing more rounds in
random directions. Reacting to the loud sounds of crashing and movement he
could hear all from the house but could not see. He regains his composure
breathing less heavily and calming down listening and moving cautiously.
He detects
movement above and opens fire above unsure if he hit anything. Suddenly
something from above lifts him into the air and drops him flat on his face. Before Gellert could regain his footing, he is
Suddenly pulled into the mist he tried to grab the floor and anything else to
fight against whatever had him, but it was too strong Gellert screamed in
horror as he was being dragged into the unknown.
Gellert's
screams for help go unheard, as whatever is hidden inside the tendril of mist
continues to drag him further into the ocean's mysterious fog. The darkness is
disorienting, and he struggles to keep his equilibrium as he is swept up by the
mysterious force. Gellert sees faint reflections of glowing eyes in the fog,
but before he can take a closer look, he is pulled further into the fog and out
of sight.
As he is dragged deeper and deeper into the darkness, Gellert feels a sense of
helplessness wash over him. He knows that he is not alone, but he can't see
what surrounds him.
His vision
is nothing but the dark black abyss of the ocean depths.
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