Creepy Pasta - A Forgotten World

Part 1

It was a cold December afternoon, and an overcast of clouds made it gloomy. I was going up for

the hike with my brothers and cousins. Five of us went on the trail to this place called Karlan

waterfall. My cousins had been insisting to us that it's a great haven, a nice sight of water to

tranquil our minds. I was ahead of everyone, taking great strides with a sense of urgency, like

always while the others lingered behind. I don’t know how to explain it but I had a foreboding

about this whole trip. I couldn’t help but think something was going to mess up badly. Perhaps

someone getting lost, hurting their ankle, or tripping as these were treacherous paths, with a

narrow stream of water rushing through the rocks, making them slippery. And yet here I was going

on my own, acting like a pack leader. There someone observed me, silently, watching me go on.

That's when I saw them, perched on a nearby hill, some gnarly looking people. Rabid looking

faces they were, faces of people that would feed off on human beings, a thought surfaced my

mind which I quickly discarded.

”Nonsense. What is wrong with me today” A soft cold wind

brushed my forehead. Our eyes fixed on each other, I looked for any reassurance in them but I

found to no avail. It was as if he was staring through me, through my soul, seeming as if this

savage suddenly seemed to know everything about me and my life. He smiled but it was a friendly

sort of smile. It was the smile of a clown. I tore away the eye contact finally and managed to walk

on. Shuddering, I noticed I had goosebumps on my bare arms and neck. The man who I just saw

was from this village that was to the right of the trail and stream. It seemed like an old village, one

that hasn’t seen any development in the last years. It was a rundown sort of village, a ruined

village maybe. Most houses weren’t houses, they were just shacks made of old wood with broken

windows and a deserted look, more suitable for birds to make their nests in than for people to live

in. I mean who would vouch to live in such places, fine if they didn't have money how hard would it

be just to have some simple repairs going. Truth was this place was so far from any kind of

civilisation, I think it could be understandable they had lost touch of how the real world worked. I

trodded along the path, lost in thought until I realised I was in the vicinity of the village now

walking on through the paths. Strange faces peered out the windows of the shacks. Some men

were working on something upfront with their giant hammers on a sort of large wooden platform, a

T-shaped structure. The men looked mighty starved I thought, they were skinned to the bone. As I

approached closer they turned around and oh my was I freaked out. Their hair long, thin and

balding, the eyes popping out of their sockets were bloodshot red and they had a weird

expression I had never seen on a human being before except maybe in movies.

“Hi” I said but

they simply stared. Scared now I awkwardly told them I’ll get going now. Their mouths lay open

exposing their jagged carnivorous teeth, a bad stench coming from their mouths, they looked at

me with morbid interest. I had had a premonition earlier and then I realised it was probably true. I

took a step back not daring to look away, thinking of a way to escape. I saw there was a path to

my right between some houses and without further thinking i broke off taking quick steps, as to

not agitate my new found friends. I treaded slowly gaining speed as I got further away from them,

I saw there were more faces with the same in humane like features eyeing me from their

windows. All tall and lanky, dead thin, wide eyed looking at me. I could hear muttering voices

behind my back, now they were gaining on me, the mutterings turned into frantic sounds, soundsof hurry and excitement. I glanced over my shoulder, there were a dozen of them running towards

me. All of them wearing that same greedy smile etched across their faces. My heart was beating, I

was running at full speed now. Maneuvering across the paths, going left and right, doding the

villagers, I finally found my way out of the village. And the chasers abruptly came to a halt outside

the village. Where I joined my family in the old paths. All of them were confused when I reached.

Asking me questions, but honestly I was too exasperated to talk about what had happened. The

thing that disturbed me most was that they were still looking at us from the hill and tall trees,

observing a dark expression settle on their faces.

Part 2

The wind was blowing into the valley, it was howling, at this time the sun was a mere light bulb in

a sky illuminated by darkness. I had regrouped with the others now, feeling safe and assured it

was all over, just waiting till we hit the road back to home so I could tell them about this whimsical

tale.

“Parking.. there it is. Let’s go guys come on. Its getting dark” I said, a green reflective board

stood at the side of the path pointing down the path. We walked on, the thuds of our shoes

sounding heavy now,

‘thud..THUD’ all of us were tired, it was afterall a long hike, until I realised

something.. This tree, this bench I had seen a while ago I thought to myself, the sound of

muttering voices fell to blur and my head started to spin. I couldn’t tell them, no way they’d freak

out. Perspiration ran down my forehead, as it trinkled into my eyes I felt a burning sensation. I

was trying to think of an explanation, but keeping your sanity in a time such as this was

something. It wasn’t long before they would realise something’s wrong. And so one of them

asked, and then the other.. Time passed.

“hey this has to be a joke right” we sat down at some

surrounding rocks. Nearby the valley broke deep into the mountains, the streams flowing through

with a serene sound. There was an occasional flutter of crows cawing aggressively flying away

from the dense forest, they came and sat down on a nearby tree branch, staring at us intently. I

had to look away before I could get the creeps.

“Hey Essa, what did you see in that village, you

know maybe we should go there, it's better than being stuck here” my older brother asked me. I

shook my head.

“ You don’t understand this is a serious situation”

. Ignoring him, I was looking

down at the streams, when something caught my eye. Black eyes, a stitched mouth, a black bride

dress, long black tangled hair lying on its face, it had spotted us.

“What the heck?” I cried out loud

and buried my face in my hands. Her wretched face curled into a smile, and she set out after us

running. Her limbs inverted, its feet front side back. Limping, she was coming after us. By the time

the others turned towards it she was close. We all split and all I remember is jumping down the

rocks towards the spring, and then I just sprinted to a point where I was exhausted. I sat down. I

looked around. I was in the forest. I held my head in my hands and told myself I’ll be fine.

Darkness was something I always hated, and right now it was very dark. Catching my breath I got

up, I called out “Zagu bhai” nothing but the reverberating echoes came, repeating the words again

and again until it was haunting. I figured I would go back the way I came towards the stream and

see if anything cleared out. And so I reached the outing where the moonlight shone.

“Psst! hey”

my cousin sheru appeared from behind, his arms showed a slash of four fingers “You know what

this is right?” he asked.

“it was something else in the village but this.. Man i don't, i just don't” I

said on the verge of tears.

“ this is the chillar. You know the urban legend? Some girl who died on

her wedding sitting on a tree crying, then this vengeful spirit in the form of a witch just hauntspeople. T errorizing them with its wretched face and broken limbs.

” “ I thought it wasn't real”

. He

pointed towards the village “ let’s go check there I see light on that side” I looked over and saw

there was light coming from the other side of the valley.

“Obviously it's the village essa, it's

repeating. this cycle” I thought. Having no better idea I agreed and we hiked our way across the

distance. As we approached we saw to no shock it was the village, the source of the light. And so

I told him of all the events I had uncovered in this village in my last visit. Without making a sound

we crouched by the entrance and peered in. Rows of lights were hanging from house to house,

there was a merry sound of singing and laughing and kids playing, stalls set up, general stores

with food and normal civilised humans. It was the epitome of a village, all perfectly normal.

Perhaps I was mistaken before. We walked in and at the sight of us the villagers seemed

delighted, they greeted us and welcomed us. Gave us food and shelter and played games with

us. It just clicked to me that these guys are just too friendly and they dont get enough visitors thats

why they acted strange about it in the last encounter. We were having dinner with a kind fellow,

when I just remembered where the others were. I asked the fellow and he led us to this shack

where they all were inside. We all gathered around a fireplace, warming ourselves, talking about

things as usual, and having a laugh.

“So how did you all get away from that thing earlier?”

.

“ What

thing bro?” “What're you talking about?” They have forgotten. I stood up, I approached the door, I

could hear a faint turning sound, I clutched the knob, slowly swung the door open. Dazed, I stood

there watching, it was the sound of a chicken weathervane turning to and fro, no longer any

friendly folk, no more any festivities in sight, all empty, abandoned… the wind whispered along the

path of the village eerily. I did see to my surprise the same savage scrawny men working on the T-shaped structure.. One of them looked back over his shoulder, his face signified impending doom.

I shut the door. Locked it. This was a sacrifice, a dark one. And the evil had deceived us