"The Trail" Creepypasta

I love the forest and I don't see how anyone couldn't the chirping of the birds and rustling of leaves draw me like a fly too honey a poet once said man's soul lie within the trees and I'd be inclined to agree near my home was a national park with plenty of trails creeks and caves a beautiful place in the Daniel Boone National Forest long stretches of nothing but nature and its beauty I never understood some people's fear or hate of the woods until a few months ago a cold April morning I was off of work for the first time in my busy life for the past few weeks I didn't have to communicate to Louisville I could stay in my small town and enjoy the bachelor life as best as I could I went out onto the trail that morning athletic shorts and a t-shirt embracing the cold air rather than being opposed to it I set out on the paved gravel trail from the parking lot or past the yellow upon brown sign welcoming you to the National Forest the parking lot behind me was pretty empty that morning one or two cars on the far side a Park Rangers Crown Vic the Ranger sitting on his hood and enjoying a cup of joe I was glad to know I'd have the trail mostly to myself and so I broke out on a jug a bud set in and the volume pumped up the trees breezily shuck in the morning air the Sun clouded out overcast maybe rain later I huffed and shook my head continuing on down the trail I passed another jogger at one point and we shared waves when I saw no one else for a while I think half an hour passed judging by how many songs I'd cycled through until I came to Big Bend fork a split in the trail leading up to different paths one path was a little more overgrown and had only been up there a few times it led past an old grill and bench along with an abandoned power box Shack which had since been transferred to the other path my Nam warned which went past some campgrounds and a fishing dock however to my surprise a park ranger was there armed what looked like a tranquilizer rifle in his hands he seemed to be guarding the trail in keeping an eye out I stopped my jug and took the earbuds out asking him what exactly was wrong luckily it wasn't anything too scary a few large bears had been spotted wandering around and upon the campgrounds up ahead a mother and father and Cubs and they ripped her vacant tent of another hiker black bears are the most dangerous bears not at all but with Cubs the parents tend to be highly protective better safe than sorry the Ranger told me and that the trail should reopen the next day when they could relocate the Bears deeper into the woods another Ranger to head it up the second path and reported nothing abnormal so he ensured me it was safe the path that was shorter I would probably let me finish my jug before the rain came but I had no choice I jumped along the other path and up into the more overgrown part of the park and hoped the storms would be delayed long enough for me to finish my jogging routine after half an hour or so along the gravel path grass starting to overcome it further on up it clearly saw some level of disuse that much was clear I reached the rusty bench and found my legs begin to give out time for a break I slowed my pace down and walked off the trail to the bench taking a seat and giving my body a rest my head tilted up to the sky and I shut my eyes lost in the world of ladies music I'm not sure how long i sat there but after a while I started to smell something something wafted over to me and I couldn't fully tell what it was it seemed to be coming from further up the trail near the power shed whatever it was I hopped off the bench but grudgingly stretching out and doing a few toe touches before continuing on the trail the smell became more pervasive as I made my way further up and I started seeing some kind of material along the trail bits of red black some gray strewn along the side of the trail in odd patterns I stopped and picked up a few pieces pieces of black hair stuck to them thanks the static there were pieces of tarp maybe from a fence it would make sense they continued up the grassy trail towards the distant power shed something told me not to check that it may be the Bears but I knew there was another Ranger out here so I carried on that's when the smell got worse the smell got worse and I could see red spray on the grass reddish Ness over parts of the top leading up to the old rusty cream-colored shed building I could tell from the trail that the shed door was open and that the trail of this paint or dark no it couldn't have been blood I thought but I followed it breaking off the trail I walked up to the Shack which itself had a small gravel trail a sign on the wall reading keep out rusted and grimy the smell was unbearable by now and I could see what it was behind the shed off to the angle I couldn't see from the trail was a large black body hair II fat animal-like and ripped open flies massed around it I cast my hand over my mouth holding back the urge to vomit I got a better view of it as I closed in on the shed and I could tell its face its skin there parts of it were ripped clean off leaving bone or muscle or flesh behind but no skin however the red trail didn't go to the bear it went inside the shed the door was open slightly and the shed itself wasn't too bad not too small it could hold a few power terminals and breaker boxes and get hold maybe eight or nine men standing together the smell got even worse flies buzzed around as I neared the door every instinct told me to turn back and I nearly did until I heard a chewing noise a chomping Spiti chewing sound a breathing a shuddering like a human I thought someone maybe getting attacked by an animal I couldn't just leave not if they were in danger I pressed the door open slowly but surely pay a light from the outside beaming in the sparticles scattering from it as more of the room was opened up and illuminated the old power boxes and monitor systems were dusty destroyed long since vandalized and abandoned the red trail continued blackened and thick inside the shed to a dark corner I could make out a silhouette in the dark something huddled or maybe sitting or laying I couldn't tell my hand remained over my mouth the smell absolutely unbearable by now but I pushed the door further open the sounds of chewing stopped and as the wave of light rushed over from the door I wish I hadn't been there a man but not a man a humanoid maybe sat there his palms were bloody and bony bear claws shoved into his fingers when nails had seemingly been ripped off his body was pale and patchy with thick hair and what seemed to be fur some gray and falling out some black and fresh as I looked over his or its full body I noticed then what gives me chills Thursday the Bears face was badly plastered over his own skull his eyes pale and features gaunt bits and pieces of the mutilated bear attached to his own body his nose ripped off and left with a poorly fitting black one of the bear I'd seen outside further in the corner behind them the unmistakable are violent uniform of a kentucky park ranger his legs or what was left of them stuck out his chest completely torn open and his entrails hanging from the things fingers a look of terror and shock was solidified on his half-eaten face the thing stared at me head tilted in curiosity I was absolutely silent as was it like we were locked in some kind of scaring contest like it was looking upon me with the same shock and awe I had looking upon it then it smiled a toothy bloody grin its mottled yellow teeth jagged and barely fitting together my blood went cold I couldn't move I couldn't speak but a sudden lightning strike and a rumble of thunder from the coming storm broke the silence and it startled me I couldn't help but scream losing my cool in that one moment the creature didn't like that he didn't like it at all maybe he perceived me as a threat or as prey but it let out a howl an unnatural howl and it lunged off the floor I was startled but I've been running and jogging since meal school and as soon as it started moving I took off in a sprint down the trail and back the way I came away from the shed away from whatever the hell was chasing me but it screamed like a banshee and ran like one too I could hear its footsteps right behind me it's beast eale primordial grunts and screams as it pursued me I lost all track of time as I ran or sense of being adrenaline rushed through me and I was on autopilot I sprinted for what seemed like an eternity and so I nearly reached the Big Bend fork I looked behind me to see if I could still see it but I couldn't I couldn't see anything behind me for the length of the trail but I didn't see something in front of me and I tripped I fell on something hard but soft fleshy but squishy and immediately felt very warm across the front of my body and my face worn and a comfortably slick I struggled to stand but my hands only met something squishy a mass of wetness and disgusting slimy services i sat up from whatever it was I could see only red I wiped my eyes clean and then discovered I'd fallen under the corpse of the park ranger on his back his face ripped to absolute shreds his abdomen torn open and half his torso ripped off I screamed louder than I ever had in my life and scrambled up to my feet standing over his mutilated corpse until I heard that familiar banshee cry from behind me I looked over my shoulder and that smell hit me again the smell of this creature then I remembered the rifle I said thinking out loud and looked to the ground sure enough the bloody rifle of the Park Ranger lay just off the trail I grabbed it and checked it he was loaded and it was an actual gun not just some tranquilizing tool like I initially thought low caliber but good enough for me I couldn't check if it was loaded of his safety was on but I aimed it up the trail just as a beast of a man was gaining distance on me it looked more horrific in the open light and I could see every vein every patch of mottled and rotted flesh the blood streaming from where it had attached the mutilated bare parts I shut my eyes expecting death to be coming but I pulled the trigger a loud crack resonated throughout the forest I don't know if I hit the thing or not but I heard a howl and the rustling of leaves I opened my eyes after a moment and looked ahead it was gone nothing beside me behind me or in front of me the rustling of bushes got quiet until there was absolute silence me with this rifle standing above a dead man utter silence I stood there like a statue rifle aimed finger and the trigger and I waited I thought it had ambushed me I thought it was waiting for me but another rumble of thunder woke me from this frozen position droplets then a sprinkle of rain began to fall and without any further consideration of this situation I took off running back down the trail minutes seemed like an eternity and my body slowly gave out from the sprint I couldn't push myself any longer and soon I came in sight of the parking lot through the trees I mustered up my best jog to safety down the trail and out to the pavement but then I noticed it was no longer empty three Ranger cruisers were parked in a warlike fashion against the trail I was panting my vision blurry as my body continued to recoil from the fierce push I put it through but I remembered seeing men behind the cars black and white cars weapons aimed at me with a police Rangers had someone called them here I didn't know I couldn't think drop it was the last clear phrase I heard before I collapsed to the pavement the patter of rain and my blood-soaked clothing the final thing I heard before it all faded away I blacked out entirely I didn't sleep well nor feel well even when they let me out of the hospital I woke up in because all that awaited me was a ride in the back of a state police truck to the local Detention Center details were fuzzy and it all seemed like a blur but the looks I got from some of the cops told me what I needed to know I appeared in court not long after two counts of first-degree murder of two Kentucky Park Rangers they never found the bodies of the mangled bear nor the Ranger in the shed but with my clothes Cates and blood and a crimson splatter weapon in my hands I was the only possible suspect to them with a huge amount of blood found in the shed and one dead Ranger left on the trail I was to blame I tried to plead my story I wanted to but even running it in my head sound ridiculous what a bear man had killed both men and I was only out for a jug that my DNA was on the corpse of one and his blood was on me because I tripped and fell on him and idiot might believe that but sadly for me the justice system wasn't as dumb as some people say it is it's been eight months since I was placed in this prison eight months at I've had to wear this jumpsuit crap in an open toilet shower in a public shower eat the slop they give us eight months because of my curiosity and my love for jogging they're still doing tests and trying to determine every possible factor their search across the forest turn up no signs of the dead Ranger no other body to prove the case that I had nothing to do with the deaths of these men hell they thought I was potentially insane the trauma I had of that day shone through and my story of a monstrous bear man being the murderer my science therapist gave me this journal to write my thoughts in and even if I'm not insane it still comforts me to write my story it comforts me to know that maybe just maybe I'll be proven innocent and I'll get to be out of this place and back to my normal life but I'll never go jogging in the woods again that other men couldn't have killed the first ranger I met he was at the shed there are multiple things out there in those woods old things that maybe not even our packing folklore sweets of spooks and monsters existing as shadows among the trees howls at night shrieks in the morning figures in the fog and things grizzled hunters spoke of or clutching a rifle to their side they're still out there word of advice to you be careful what trails you go hiking on you'll never know what you find

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Length: 21min 33sec (1293 seconds)

Published: Fri Mar 04 2016