"I Wasn't Alone Seeking Shelter from the Blizzard" Creepypasta│By Manen_Lyset

there's an unspoken rule up in the mountains that no matter who you are friend bitter rival stranger anyone if you're ever in a bind and come across another hunters cabin you're welcome to seek shelter there maybe it's unspoken because it's common courtesy and that whole do unto others thing or maybe it's unspoken because there's hardly anyone to speak to in the winter months especially you'd be hard-pressed to see another soul for weeks sometimes even months but that's the rule you need it you use it no judgment no questions asked just don't steal anything now I'm not a burly seasoned mountain man that flosses with tree bark and never shaves but I do like to hunt from time to time I often leave my small Alaskan village for weeks at a time and take to my hunting lodge up in the mountains I'm a fairly cautious guy and I know the mountains can be treacherous so when I leave I leave prepared I check the long-term forecast gather the necessary supplies bring backups of those supplies and make sure I got enough of everything I need to survive at least a week longer than I plan on staying just in case I always believed my precautions would protect me but like a child's security blanket they were only a paper-thin illusion of safety there's no planning when mother nature decides she's in a mood that's why I never expected to get caught in a blizzard that day it had started out sunny and cold but as the day progressed a few clouds formed overhead by the time they had amassed into a heavy cloud covering I was already on my way back to my cabin with a couple of hairs hanging over my shoulder I named them dinner and breakfast I was planning on eating breakfast for dinner and dinner for breakfast if only to make myself laugh it's the little things that keeps the solitude from turning into loneliness the snowfall seemed to come out of nowhere like someone had knocked an awning shut and all the snow collected on top had fallen all at once except it wasn't a single tidal wave of snow it was a relentless unending barrage last I checked the weather reports hadn't mentioned a blizzard and yet a blizzard is what I found myself walking through it got very dark very fast and I kicked myself for leaving my flashlight back at my Lodge I had planned on coming home along before nightfall so I hadn't thought I would need it I guess I'd been sorely mistaken snow prickled painfully as it darted into my eyes I had to squint almost all the way to keep those sub-zero jerks from stabbing me blind the wind howled as gales cut through my clothes and right to my bones I could barely see two feet in front of me and couldn't see the two feet beneath me as they sank in an ever-growing blanket of white I'm not sure when I realized I was lost at some point I knew I should have arrived at my cabin but all I saw was white with a few slivers of grace weighing in the thick breeze the hairs at the back of my neck became stiff and battered against me with every puff of air and every awkward crashing footfall I was running out of energy running out of ideas and I was beginning to panic I could have spun around in a computer chair a hundred times and felt less disoriented than I did in that whiteout and then I walked right into a cabin literally it had become so dark and the snow had become so heavy that I couldn't see the structure until I stumbled face-first into it I held my hands against the wooden facade so I wouldn't lose it in the storm and circled around until I found a door I wasn't just in a pinch this was quickly becoming life or death in the unlikely event someone was inside I knocked on the door and waited for an answer through the howling wind I could have sworn I heard a come in as I swung the door open and stepped inside a small avalanche of snow tumbled in with me I didn't bother trying to kick it out as I fought against the wind to close the door behind me the relief was instantaneous without the air whipping at me I had put a stop to the timer ticking down to my freezing death thanks I whispered I turned towards the inside of the cabin and tried to get my bearings but all I saw was blackness which men I had no real way of gauging the size of the cabin yeah I had circled around it but I had been stumbling around half blind focused on trying to find a doorknob so I had no idea what length of the cabin I had covered I could have walked half of it I could have circled around it three times without realizing it through the darkness all I could see was the vague outline of someone sitting in the corner you're a real lifesaver I said he didn't reply iPod around for a lighter a lantern a matchbook anything that could emit light but all my fingertips touched or chains and the barrels of hunting rifles I stopped poking around when I felt an open bear trap wouldn't want to get my arm caught in one of those it was safer to sit still and wait for daybreak it occurred to me the stranger might have been seeking refuge as well so I started keeping my tonal light and innocent you the owner of this cabin the answer was more of a hissed an a word but in that hiss I heard a faint i sat on the floor let my hair's down beside me and reached into my pack why I had taken a sleeping bag with me and not a flashlight was beyond me I removed some of my wet clothes and quickly slipped into my sleeping bag to warm up making conversation as I did thanks again that blizzard really came out of nowhere he replied with the slow labored wheezy breaths of an elderly man on his deathbed God that right I laughed that's an understatement he exhaled you got a fireplace I've got a couple of hairs I'll cook them up it's the least I could do I offered his reply was drawn out like a wolf howling but without the majestic hum okay as soon as the blizzard dies down I'll go gather some wood and make us a fire can you wait till then I saw his silhouette shift slightly there was a rattle of chains again the Oh stretched out in a long loaded groan the final no more strangely into a yes like somebody drastically changing to a much higher note on a flute halfway through a breath I crane my neck to look at the single window in the cabin it was pitch black pitch white it was like an afterglow visible against the black backdrop of the wood yet still inherently dark I focused on it rather than the rest of the cabin because it was the only hint of light I could see if you don't mind I'm gonna try and catch some shut-eye I said tiredly he didn't respond but that didn't surprise me mountain folk don't talk much even when they come down to town for what few supplies they can't make themselves as shrugged it off and settled in for the night but I felt something hard against my side sighing I tossed my hairs back a bit farther and got comfortable I was exhausted so it wasn't all that hard for me to drift off despite the wind song playing outside the walls I hugged myself in my sleeping bag and drifted off I was awoken by a different sound a weird snapping crunch that made me shoot up in my sleeping bag believing the ceiling was about to collapse under the weight of the snow I braced myself but as the sound came again I realized it wasn't above me but rather next to me near my belongings the silhouette was gone from the corner and I could hear his very deep raspy breaths accompanying the crunch what the hell are you doing I snapped he retreated back to his corner with rattling chains my adrenaline was pumping and I wasn't even sure why something about the stranger put me in a state of near panic my instincts were telling me to leave but I couldn't afford it whatever this guy was up to I was safer with him than I was out in the blizzard I grabbed my backpack and brought myself against the wall in a seated position staring at the silhouette expecting him to make a move I kept myself awake and alert never looking away even as the howling wind slowly diminished in strength once or twice I felt my head begin to dip and my eyes begin to shut but every time I slipped the faint rattle of chains snap me back into consciousness as the blizzard cleared and the Sun slowly rose light began to trickle into the cabin the scene filtered through in tiny increments with each layer uncovered by the Sun like a printer slowly printing out the full picture one line at a time I wasn't in a cabin I was in a large supply shed that was maybe 10 11 feet long and 7 to 8 D wide there was no fireplace which makes sense for a supply shed there were tools traps and rifles lining every wall the silhouette in the corner slowly stopped being a silhouette and started being a distinct person skinny no gaunt Hale no ghost white man no corpse corpse I was gutted he was dead not oh shoot I died overnight sorry about that dead long dead long long long dead his body was all shriveled and mummified is that even the right word for it he wasn't wrapped up in bandages or anything like that but his skin was completely dehydrated and stiff like an unwrapped mummy his hair was hanging from his head and unkempt strings his teeth were poking out of his shrunken lips with a wide gap where the top right canine should have been there was a stain of age-old blood soaked into the wood beneath him I followed it by gaze to its origin his left foot and the bear trap in which it had gotten caught there was an empty hook on the wall above him with a chain leading to the bear trap it was long enough for him to move around but not enough for him to reach the front door or the saw hanging above it my best guess was the trap had fallen on its own while he was out and at some point he had done a supply run in the dark and had gotten caught in his own trap he probably died of thirst or something look I'm telling you he wasn't breathing he wasn't moving he was dead as a doornail and had been for quite some time i sat there reasoning I'd been delirious the night before the fatigue the dehydration the disorientation caused by the blizzard it made me imagine his voice those slow hissing sounds I thought were replies were just the wind outside I had interpreted them wrong because the loneliness had finally gotten to me the elements had conspired against me to create a living person out of someone who definitely wasn't it was a good logical explanation and I wish I could say it was true except I'm not the one who bit the head off of my breakfast it's not my canine tooth I found on the floor next to me my dry dirty wood like fingernails aren't the one sticking out of the outside of my sleeping bag I'm not the one who caked the corpses dry cracked lips with white fur I'm not sure how it was possible but I definitely didn't stick around for dinner [Music]

Channel: CreepyPastaJr

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Keywords: creepy, creepy pasta, creepy story, creepypasta, creepypastajr, creepypastajr., fear, horror, horror story, nightmare, scary, scary story, storytelling, true scary story, Creepy Blizzard Story, Scary Cabin Story, Manen Lyset, Manen_lyset

Id: 218BIajCZks

Length: 15min 6sec (906 seconds)

Published: Sat Mar 10 2018