Short horror stories about the forest. Scary forest story

The story is based on real events!
Hello friends, I want to tell you my story, which I remember with a shudder, this has never happened to me before.
August 1, 2006
My name is German. I am an ordinary young man, just finished school, I decided to go to the village as I did during the annual holidays!
I always liked to come here to relax, breathe clean air, walk through the fields, go to the forest for mushrooms or just fish in the pond ..
My friend Vasya lived with me there, we are the same age, my grandmother was not
I'm glad we talked. She constantly said: “Vaska again? That he won’t leave you in any way, he’s already picked all the apples from us, broke the fence, as soon as he comes across to me, so on the head with a broom ladies, all the freckles fall ”
But I didn't care much. Vaska is a cool guy, he always finds something to do.
And then one day, somewhere in a couple of days after my arrival, we were sitting at his house, when suddenly a brilliant plan ripened in his “wise” head !!!
Vasya tells me: - “There is a theme! Why are we hanging here with you forever? Neither here nor there, let's go to an abandoned sawmill, steal something from there? Estimate how many you can find there? After thinking for a bit, I asked:
What's with the abandoned sawmill? Why don't I know anything about her?
- Duc because it became abandoned only last year! Things didn’t go well with them, and I don’t really know anything, but I know for sure that you can steal something there! A sawmill in the forest but not far, maybe 500 meters and it's better to go there as it gets dark!
What are we supposed to do in the dark?
“Let’s take the lanterns, there may be people there during the day, but at night, believe no one!”
After some thought, I decided, indeed, why not ?!
A little later, we went home to get off, like in a club
we'll go there, etc. I don't remember. After a long break we met
near the path leading to the forest, Vaska gave me a small lantern and slowly we walked with him into the thicket of the forest ...
We are going, and I ask him: “Vasek, did you at least take a knife?” - he told me
- No. Why do you need a knife?
- Well, maybe there are wolves or someone else ..
“And what will you do with this knife when you see a pack of wolves?”
“Well, I don’t know, do you?
“Nothing, I’ll just stand still and slowly back up to the nearest tree!” Everything is quiet! We are coming!
A bright moon shone in the sky, it was quiet all around .. like in a grave .. Having passed another 15 meters, a gloomy lattice gate appeared on the horizon, connecting wooden fence around an abandoned sawmill.
- All!!! Here we are on the spot - Vasya whispered joyfully.
Looking around, we carefully approached the 2-meter fence and began to peer forward through the bars. Nobody, silence!
Without thinking twice, Vasya began to unwind the wire that pulled both collars together and did it quite quickly and skillfully, after which they creaked open and we went inside!
The sawmill itself was not big, on the right there was a hut and a little further a veranda in which there were some boxes and sacks stuffed with something!
Here we walked a little, looked back and forth and Vasya said to me:
- Let's open the hut! We are sure to have what we need!
- Come on! I answered him! We approached the hut, and on it the castle weighs.
Well, there was no sadness. - I said.
- Don't worry! - said Vasya - "Right now I'll open it with a tire iron" went and picked it up near the gate! When he returned, he stuck the mount and sharply fell on it, there was a strong rattle, after which the lock collapsed to the ground along with the door eyes, and then the nails fell down .. it’s good that the door itself didn’t collapse, Vasya overdid it! After standing for a while with stupid facial expressions, we entered this hut .. Inside, to our disappointment, there was nothing valuable and useful, only sawdust, shavings, a bunch of papers and a stack of logs ..
Scratching their heads decided to go to the veranda! The veranda was much larger than the hut, 10 meters long and 5 wide, and almost all of it was lined with boxes and bags in which we hoped to find something valuable! We approached the bags and touched them. Something round to the touch, they opened it and there were beets !! Whole bag!!! We looked into another, potatoes !!! Vasya was surprised - “What the hell is this? Where is this from and for whom?
- Can we dump it? Or will we check the boxes first? I asked.
- Wait a minute, let's open the boxes first! - Vasya said, when the gates suddenly creaked and immediately opened! We sat down in horror, hiding behind the boxes and barely breathing began to listen. Unfortunately, we couldn't see anything from there.
A moment later, shuffling small steps were heard in the direction of the hut, the uninvited guest slowly approached the door, while emitting a terrible shivering, heavy breathing with a whistle, as if he was sick with something. After standing there a little, he turned around and shuffled his shoes to the veranda and stopped. My whole back became wet from fear, and he continued to stand somewhere in front of us ...
Suddenly, after a couple of minutes, I realized with even greater horror that this someone began to quietly sneak up on us without making sounds like a predator. With horror, my adrenaline jumped so much that a taste of iron appeared in my mouth, but we continued to sit quieter than water below the grass with goggle-eyed and definitely not breathing at all!
Suddenly he stopped about two meters from us and this terrible breathing began again ..
Not alive, not dead, I thought, when will it all end, when will he leave? ..
But he remained motionless and seemed to be waiting for us to make at least a sound to finally overtake us!
And now, after a moment, for no apparent reason, he suddenly, like a madman, rushed to the left of us to the boxes and let's kick them, while making a real growl, as if wild animal! It was a man, and under 2 meters tall, as healthy as a bear, he continued to crush the boxes with his feet, then he took out a large knife from his pocket and, with a sparkling blade, began to gut the bags that were nearby, moving further and further into the dark corner of the veranda!
Vaska and I already clung to each other, we sit and do not breathe.
Having gutted all the bags to the corner and breaking several boxes, the brawler stopped, coughed and put the knife in his pocket. He turned in our direction, stood a little and went shuffling his shoes without noticing us in the direction of the exit.
Then we heard the gates being closed and wrapped with wire, then the night stranger shook the gate and disappeared like a nightmare before dawn ..
15-20 minutes later.
Vasya will speak first:
- All? He left? he asked in a low whisper.
- I don't know. Quiet you.
Another 15-20 minutes later.
“We have to leave, what are we going to do?” Vasya asked.
— I'm not going anywhere now. He might still be there. I answered scaredly.
- What was it all about now?
I did not answer, but only remained silent, silent, really fearing for my life ..
We didn’t know what time it was and where this crazy man was wandering, so we sat on this veranda until dawn! Fortunately, it was dawning early, at 4 in the morning the dawn was already beginning and, having recovered a little, we carefully descended from the veranda.
Our clothes were wet with fear, our eyes were red, our faces and hands were dirty. Slightly staggering, we approached the fence, a piece of paper hung on it. then we looked around and climbed through the bars in the gate, we did not notice her at night.
Once on the other side, I looked at the sheet and was stunned! In the middle of the sheet was written in clumsy, printed handwriting "Next time, I will kill."
Here Vasya quickly said: - "Let's get the hell out of here"
I nodded several times in response to him, and then my legs seemed to carry me away from there. We walked quickly, then ran sharply with all our strength without stopping!
Having run to the village, we decided not to tell anyone, yet this man did not see us, which means there is no reason to talk and worry! Although Vasya knew everyone in the vicinity, he saw this huge man for the first time, so he told me.
We didn’t go far from the village anymore, day or night, and tried to forget this nightmare at all costs, until one day an unfamiliar, big man with a rough voice came into our village store, bought a pack of “Petra” cigarettes, he left familiarly shuffling shoes...

A black streak has come in my life. The girl left, the mother died, she was fired from her job. I got depressed. For three months I did not leave the house, I slept all the time, and when I woke up, I smoked and drank strong coffee. One autumn morning, in early September, I decided that I needed to change my worthless life.

First, I started looking for a job. I rummaged through the internet, found a couple of options and went for an interview. I failed him, the frivolous worker said; out of grief I decided to get drunk in a bar.

So I'm sitting in a bar, drinking, then a man comes up to me. Normally dressed like that.

- Do you want to make money?

- Why do you think so?

“It says on your pathetic face that you don’t have a job.

“I can manage somehow without some!” - I tried to hide the insult, but I failed badly.

- Man, I see that help is needed. It's a profitable business!

You are not persuasive...

“Now we’ll grind everything, I’ll bring you up to date.”

From that moment on, he gave me a job. I signed the papers and went to work the next day. And I worked as a forester. Yes, the work, of course, is not very good, but still a house in the forest, fresh air, a village, a store nearby, I can recover from depression.

I arrived quickly. On the way, I stopped at a shop in the village. The house was wooden, with two rooms. I had to clean up all day in order to somehow live, then, not in the garbage to sleep. Cleaning finished in the evening. Then he had dinner and went to bed. I could not fall asleep for a long time, tossing and turning in bed. Then there was a crunch of branches and a rustle of leaves outside the window. Well, I think, a hare or some other animal, maybe.

The rustle did not stop, I lay down in the room where the bed stood, against the wall, so that there was a window on the left, and where the legs were, the door. In that very window I see a distinct silhouette, coming up to the window, close to the window glass, and began to peer, rubbing the glass. Goosebumps ran over me. I drove away bad thoughts, forced myself to think that this was just a lost person who was looking for an overnight stay. It was visible only in the light of the moon.

Clearly, he was a thin man. I wanted to become invisible, I thought to quietly get down and hide in another room, you never know, maybe he is some kind of maniac. I buried my head in the blanket and looked out from under it. It began to go around the house, I understood this by the rustle of leaves. When an unknown person began to try to open the door, I got a little scared.

The door, although it was wooden, did not succumb. It began to growl like a dog, knocking, scratching the door. I quietly got out of bed, made it up, put some things away from the table in the closet, I myself hid there, taking a gun just in case. Yes, I was scared like the last coward. I flinched as the door creaked open.

I heard it wheezing and slapping on the floor. The light in the room turned on. I decided to look through a hole in the closet. What I saw shocked me. Near the table in the room stood something thin, two meters high, hairy, gray with big huge red eyes like searchlights, a monster. Saliva flowed from its mouth, it stuck out its tongue, which was forked like a snake's, and began to sniff with a hole instead of a nose. In his hands he held the carcasses of hares. Throwing its prey on the table, the monster began to savoryly burst and smack its lips.

Holding back from losing consciousness, I imagined how wonderful my life was until I arrived here. Now the most important thing was not to make the slightest sound, to live until morning, to imagine what it would do to me, I did not want to. Clutching a gun in my hands, I would hardly have used it in the event of an attack by a creature.

I was simply paralyzed, from top to bottom shrouded in mad fear. I prayed to God to end this nightmare as soon as possible. Having finished eating, something collapsed on the bed, snoring, it fell asleep.

At dawn, something woke up and finally fell down, even closed the door behind it. I couldn't get over the shock. After standing still for another hour, I fell in that closet and passed out.

In the afternoon I woke up, remembered what had happened. He looked, just in case, into the closet hole: the room was empty. I slowly got out of the closet, my whole body ached from the uncomfortable posture of my sleep. The room stank of meat, on the floor, table, bed were the remains of the skin of hares and blood. There were bones all over the place.

Without hesitation, I decided to get out of there. Collected things, I thought, what if I kill him. Maybe money will be given for such a discovery. I did not dare to climb myself, but the trap could be prepared. I set up the gun in such a way that if it opens the doors, the bullet will fly right into it. Another night of horror awaited me. This time he decided to hide in the bathroom and close the latch.

I did not have to sit for a long time, again I heard rustling, crunching, walking and, finally, a knock on the door. And cheers! Gun shot! The monster howled, growled. I didn't even feel like myself. But soon the sounds stopped, it was gone. How happy I was!

I cried that I was alive! I decided to leave only in the morning. The corpses of hares and a hand lay on the floor. His hand!

Black, hairy, smelly hand. The size of my gun, just as thin. Wrapping my hand in a blanket, taking my things, I headed to the village, and there I was already on the bus. At home, I unwrapped my purchase. But there was swamp peat! Where did he come from? Has the hand turned into peat? I thought I'd go crazy.

A week has passed. I had to leave work, explained to the boss that I didn’t like it there; soon found another. Now I am a loader. Certainly, there will be no dangerous monsters among onions and carrots. I have nightmares at night, and I don't even have a foot in the forest. It's scary to imagine what would happen if I got out of the closet ....

From 6-12-2019, 21:01

This story happened to me and another person, whose real name I will hide and call Andrey.

It happened relatively recently. I met with Andrei, as we agreed, in advance. It was supposed to be a short walk through the nursery, located not far from the city. Nearby there was a bus station with a small shop and a pie shop, but we decided to go to the pie shop, to take something for a mini-picnic after a walk. Andrei had a blanket with him, on which we could comfortably accommodate.
The meeting took place at 19:05. I remember this time well when I paused the music.
Before entering the pie shop, we stood and chatted for a while about everything, but most of the conversation was occupied by hugs and kisses.
After buying food, holding hands, Andrey and I went into the forest along the path. We walked quietly, without unnecessary conversations. We just walked and enjoyed the silence, which was sometimes interrupted by the noise of bushes and trees due to the wind, enjoyed the forest air and just being next to each other.
Sometimes people passed by or nearby, talked loudly, laughed.
Everything around became especially magical when the sun almost left, leaving behind only a couple of orange rays, and the moon, on the contrary, began to rise above the earth, acquiring the same, or rather a different color, reminiscent of something between orange and yellow.

The hunters took the cage out of the forest at night. They were sure that they had caught a rake that supposedly lived in this forest. They began to examine the one who was sitting in the cage, but because of the darkness they could not see who was actually caught. But in fact, they did not catch a rake, but a wild forest old man who had long sharp claws and fangs, he could both speak and growl, he could climb trees, run fast and had such strength that he could kill with one blow. To catch him, the hunters prepared a bait - dumplings.

Grandfather sat quietly and motionless in the cage, watching the hunters and waiting for them to open the cage to look at him. The hunters did just that - to look at the one they caught, they opened the cage. And the grandfather rushed at them from the cage. He was able to dump one hunter into the swamp and that drowned. The grandfather disappeared into the forest. The hunters took their guns and went looking for him. They had to split up. But in the forest, various traps were prepared for them and other people. Therefore, only one hunter survived. He got lost in the forest and wanted to turn back. Suddenly, from a tree, grandfather threw nets at him. The hunter got tangled in the nets, dropped his gun, and his grandfather dragged him up a tree. What happened to the hunter is unknown ...

The inhabitants of the house located near this forest lived in fear that this grandfather would come to them and devour them, so every morning they brought tribute to him in the forest - their harvest. Once, when they came to the forest and brought food, the grandfather came out to them and pounced on the treat. I started with cabbage first. But one person made a careless move and prevented grandfather from eating. For this, the grandfather attacked him and dragged him into the forest. He dragged him into the field. But the man broke free and began to run away. Grandfather caught up with him and killed him with one blow.

For many years, no one came to these people. And then one day travelers came and said that they were going to live in their house. The house was right next to the forest. People told them not to go to this forest, because. this forest had its owner. But of course they didn't believe them. The inhabitants of the house left, leaving the house to the travelers.

They lived in this house for several days, but all the time they violated the rules that the former owners of the house told them about: it was forbidden to make noise, go into the forest, pick flowers, cut down trees, etc.

Once two friends saw an old man in the forest. One ran to look at him, but the other wanted to stop him. Having run into the forest, the man was seized by his grandfather and disappeared into the forest. And his friend, not finding him, turned back. He went home for an ax and took revenge on the old man - he cut down a birch with an ax. He wanted to return home, but his grandfather caught up with him and killed him with a blow to the ground.

Three of their friends: Stepan, Peter and Nikolai went in search of their missing friends and saw a huge barn. Peter and Nikolai began to ask Stepan to go into this barn, but he was afraid to go there. He said that he found a book in the house, in which it was written about all the creatures that live in this place. And one creature was supposed to live in this barn. But two of his friends found it funny to hear his story. They then decided to go into this shed instead of him. A friend urged them not to do this, but they did not listen. When they entered the barn, a monstrous fat man attacked them. He growled like a wild animal. This was the creature that lived in the barn. First, he tore Nicholas in half, then killed Peter, who was trying to escape, with a blow of his fist. Stepan started to run away. The fat man ran after him. Other travelers saw all this, but realized that they could no longer help him. The fat man drove Stepan to a cliff over the abyss and Stepan had nowhere to run. The fat man had already overtaken him, but this time Stepan was not afraid, he decided to take revenge on the fat man for the death of his friends. He entered into a fight with the fat man, but fell off the cliff. However, he managed to grab the fat man and fell into the abyss with him. Both of them crashed.

Meanwhile, other travelers found the very book that Stepan had seen. One of them began to read it and found out that that fat man was such a cannibal. Suddenly, the same owner of the forest, a wild forest old man, attacked this man. The man did not even have time to understand anything, as his grandfather twisted his neck. Others began to run away. The old man knocked one of them down and dragged him away, and then killed him with a blow to the ground.

The travelers ran into a neighboring house. In it they saw two other villagers: one of them was a grandfather, the other was a sailor. The grandfather was telling the sailor about some other forest creature that might come for him. And the grandfather told the sailor not to wake this creature, because. it lives in the same house. People realized that this being could come now. Some ugly old man stepped out of the darkness. He was bald, had crooked teeth sticking out of his mouth, and he made disgusting noises. He grabbed an ax and hacked to death his grandfather, and then the sailor. But one of the travelers found a gun and shot him. He let out a scream and fell to the floor. The travelers took the pistol with them. Suddenly, the owner of the forest appeared in the window. People ran out into the street.

Fedor opened fire on him with a pistol. He fired to the last bullet, but all by. The bullets ran out and the gun was no longer needed. The forest grandfather began to call his assistants. The first creatures that grandfather summoned were blind old men, who were called Moles. They crawled out of the ground and went to the people by smell. There were two axes on the ground. Two men each took an ax and cut down two trees. The trees collapsed on the Moles and they died. Then other creatures came, who were called Lame grandfathers. They were lame old men with crutches. They slowly walked towards the people. While they were walking, the people again took an ax and cut down two more trees. Trees collapsed on these old people and they died. Then the owner of the forest called for third assistants, who also turned out to be old men. People wanted to cut down a tree, but the old people grabbed one of the people. He dropped the axe. The old men seized his ax and killed him with it. Then they wanted to kill the second. But suddenly a car came to them at full speed. Drunk driver Tolya fell out of the car. He got up, began to beat his head against a tree and yell. He attracted the elderly. They seized him, began to beat him on the ground, and he died. While the old people were busy, people got into the car of this driver and crashed into these old people at full speed. The old people flew apart and died. People went from there. Suddenly they saw that the forest grandfather was rushing after them.

- Rather, he is catching up with us!

Let's go to the seller Baryt.

He drove up to the store of this seller, went inside and began to call him for help. And that was not there for a long time. He had long been dealt with by other forest creatures who now ran his shop. They were forest old men, covered with wool. And they were called Cones. These old men attacked one of their friends and began to dip him into a pot of boiling water until he choked! Then they grabbed the second and also began to dip in boiling water. Two other friends rushed at these old men and pushed them into a pot of boiling water. The person they were dipping escaped from their hands and closed them in this pan, and turned on the gas harder. There were other creatures in the store as well. The three friends heard the creatures already walking towards them, and ran out of the store, got into the car and drove off. Forest old people Cones have already been boiled in a pot of boiling water. The pot boiled, the lid began to bounce, and when other creatures came in, the whole pot turned over and they poured boiling water over it.

The people decided to stop for a moment, but as soon as they did so, the forest master had already attacked them. They had to run out of the car. Grandfather attacked one of them, and he died. The two remaining friends managed to get into the car and knock down the old man. Then they got out of the car and beat the old man. I got back into the car and drove straight into the forest, then to go onto the road. Grandfather got up again and continued chasing. Meanwhile, a forest fire started in the forest. Grandfather ran into the forest to get the car, but the people had already left him. The forest began to burn and many trees began to fall. Grandfather kept running after the car, not even knowing about the fire. People got on the road and left. And a few pine trees fell on my grandfather.

And two friends left there forever.

Dasha lived in the village. When she was little, her mother died. The father was asleep. Grandmother took Daria to her village, but when the girl turned 15, her grandmother had a heart attack. Dasha did not go back to the city, and there was no one to visit. The village was small, everyone knew each other. And near the dense forest. There were rumors that in the river of that girl they drowned themselves. From unrequited love, or from something else. No one went there - it was not necessary. You never know what famously wanders. Of course, the people were superstitious. They believed in mermen, brownies and other heresy. Dasha was not one of those, but she rarely went to the forest anyway. Only, the code was needed in this. Unless sometimes, to chop mushrooms and firewood. There is no man, who will do it? Well, I went to that river, I was not afraid. What are they afraid of? Rumors are rumors, but walking unwashed is also not the case.
Somewhere, when she turned 17, a boy from the city appeared. Call Vitka. No one could understand what brought him to such a wilderness. Looks rich, in a nice car. There was no place for him to live in the village, he asked to go to Daria's house. Well, she's a simple girl, she let me in. I didn't even think about the consequences. And next door to her, in another house, lived Marya Petrovna. Kind woman, caring. Helped Dasha, replaced her grandmother. She didn’t like this guy right away, said Dasha, but she didn’t want to hear.
They became friends with Vitya, fell in love. But only he did not want to talk about himself, he said that he had lost his memory. And what he remembers, he did not want to remember again. “I started a new life, I don’t want the past to torment me.” And she didn't ask.
After about a month, he dragged her into the forest. “Come on, have a rest, we’ll go to the river. Nature is sacred." She could not refuse, went with him. As they went deeper, she stopped recognizing the forest. And he goes, does not stop, as if he knows where to go. And when she asked to go back, he only walked forward more confidently. It smelled of damp, rotten. “A swamp,” Dasha was horrified. "Did you decide to kill me?" Started to think. What to do? Part of this forest was unknown to her, she had never been here. And it was not necessary, the river is not so far away, and it was generally possible to chop firewood without going into the forest. If he tries to run away, he will chase. Then it will surely end.
"Vitya, where are we going?" she asked softly, trying not to show her fear.
“I want to show you one place, it’s already very close,” the guy said in a strange way.
- Vitenka, stop, wait here. I need it, I'll be right there.
Dasha turned aside and went behind the bushes. Vitya did not budge and only looked after her, and then turned around, sat on a stump and looked into the distance. Daria ran behind the bushes and quietly, quietly walked on. Slowly, trying not to make too much noise, she moved away from him. “What will happen to me now? Oh, woe to my head." She stopped near a birch, leaned on it and took a few deep breaths. They went far from the village, quite far into the forest. The day was overcast, the sun was not visible. The firs became more, as they were removed deeper. That's bad.
Then something crunched behind Dasha's back.
— How long are you? Vitya's voice came from behind.
"It's bad," Daria thought.
— I'm coming. - She turned, Vitya was standing very close. She walked ahead of him to where they had stopped. Then the girl abruptly rushed to the side, not understanding the road. The summer dress made it very difficult to run, sandals did not protect from branches. He was chasing her. Then she stopped abruptly - a ravine gaped right in front of her. Someone's strong hand grabbed her, and then she felt a strong pain in the back of her head and lost consciousness.
She woke up tied to some spruce. Nearby, croaking, the clicking of a fire and the gnashing of iron could be heard. It was like someone was sharpening a knife. She looked around fearfully, a fire was burning a little further away, a man was sitting on a fallen trunk and sharpening a knife. It was Vitya. She did not recognize him at once, her hair became tousled, her hands became furry, with long claws. The clothes were torn in some places, the fur was sticking out of it. Sounds, grumbling mixed with a growl, came from "Viti". The creature turned around and Daria was speechless. In front of her was a man with a hairy face, huge fangs and wolflike amber eyes. The nose, also similar to a wolf's, drew in smells. Dasha lost consciousness.
The girl woke up when it approached her. The creature ran its claw along the girl's cheek, then licked the place and sharply stuck the knife into the tree next to Daria's head. He clung to her with his terrible body, which began to look more like a wolf. The creature whispered something in her ear, burning with fetid breath. The girl tried to move away from him, but the ropes tightly fettered her movements. Then he sank lower, licked her shoulder and pulled the dress with force with his claws. It tore in the abdomen. He ran his clawed paw over Daria's skin and left somewhere. He returned with two pieces of cloth. One he put it in his mouth, leaving only a little outside, and the other he gagged. Apparently, so that she would not scream, and then went somewhere.
Ten minutes later, the creature returned. He began to gradually tear the girl's dress. Soon only rags hung on it. It began to lick the girl's belly with its long, sticky tongue. Then he took a knife and slowly, obviously enjoying himself, began to cut through her skin on her shoulder. Tears flowed from the girl's eyes, her hand burned. Then the creature scratched her cheek with a claw and sharply ran a knife across her stomach. Blood flowed. A lot of blood. Then he began to cut her legs, drawing some patterns on her body. In the end, he took some kind of iron object that looked like a brand, heated it up and leaned it against Dasha's left shoulder. If not for the gag, her screams would be heard by the whole village. Daria lost consciousness.
When she woke up, the creature was building something. He untied her. Dasha no longer had the strength to resist, as she was very exhausted. She obediently fell on the table, he turned her over on her back and tied her hands and feet to the place of her bed. He sprinkled it with some stinking rubbish and began to whisper some kind of spell. From the sides there was a howl and a growl. Only now Daria noticed that the moon was shining brightly in the sky. The creature began to squirm, fell to the ground and its bones began to break. Dasha was excruciatingly scared, but she could not do anything. From all sides, creatures similar to werewolves began to approach her - wolves on two legs that took over part of the physique of a person.
The creature has reincarnated. Drooling dripped from his mouth. He leaned on the victim and was about to deliver a deadly bite, when a shot was heard. The werewolf dropped dead to the ground, his sides not heaving. He was dead. Daria heard hurried steps, a rustle and a familiar voice. Her vision blurred, and then she passed out.
She woke up on a bed in a house. Nearby sat a man with a gun. Looks like it was a forester.
— How are you, daughter?
- Where I am? Dasha squeezed out.
- Hush hush. Everything is fine.
There was an angry bark. Something hit the door hard. The old man crossed himself, straightened his hat, got up and began to move the fragile likeness of the armchair to the door.
“Wh… What is this?” Daria asked, already coming to her senses.
The old man hesitated. He obviously did not really want to tell the girl about the werewolves.
“These creatures usually only appear on full moons. Werewolves. They perform their sinister rituals in the forest. Usually they are visitors, beautiful. They lure unsuspecting virgins here, and then write to them.
Dasha decided that the old man was crazy, but there was no other logical explanation for this. The girl began to slowly come to her senses, after a while he was able to sit down. Then something hit the door with force and the fragile protection creaked. The second blow is a hole in the door. Also, the door is broken. With a roar, exposing fangs, the creature burst into the house. The forester wasted no time, he shot the werewolf in the chest and he fell dead. Another ran towards the house, but the forester killed him before he reached his destination. So he killed 3 more pieces, grabbed the cartridges.
Can you go, daughter?
“Yes,” Dasha nodded.
“Then get moving.
Together they ran out of hiding and rushed off in the dark somewhere. Then the old man stopped abruptly and fired somewhere. The werewolf squealed, and then fell silent. Grandfather and Dasha ran quickly, lights were already visible ahead. On the way, he killed 10 werewolves, no less. The ammo was already running out.
“Over there,” the old man pointed his finger somewhere in the distance. — See? Run there. This is a village. Run to the nearest house, knock with all your might, beg for help. Understood? Run!
— And how are you?
- Run, I said!
Daria rushed to the light. Behind her, she heard growls and shots, but did not dare to turn around. As soon as she reached the first house, she banged on the door.
- But what is it, who has been brought into such darkness ... Ah, Dashenka! What's wrong with you, dear? - Baba Galya was standing on the threshold. She quickly led the girl into the house, closed the door with three locks. Then she quickly walked over to the window and looked out. Another shot rang out.
- Oh, you, fathers! She curtained the curtains. - What happened? Tell me, let's go, but for now I'll go for the first-aid kit.
Galina brought medicines and began to treat Daria's wounds, and she told her how it was. Baba Galya kept groaning, yes ahala. At the end of the story, Galina once again cautiously looked out the window, and then she curtained and walked away.
“Oh, it’s bad… Bad…”
In the morning the people went to look for the forester, but they found only a mutilated body. Apparently the werewolves still overtook him. As for Dasha, the next day she immediately left the village, far away. As long as you don't come back.