Author’s Note: I know it’s not quite October or whatever month is scariest for you all out there, but I got into a scary-story mood and wrote this. I hope you all enjoy! Read under the covers at night for the most authentic, scariest experience! Thank you for reading!
WARRNING: THE FOLLOWING IS A VERY SPOOKY STORY THAT IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!!
One night, there was a man walking through the wood. He was out camping on a camping trimp, with his dog named Scott. The man, Bernard, was fond of camping and often camped when the leaves turned to bright hues of blood red and a yellow like that of a corpses waxen face. These of coursse were the leafs of the October month, the month of, Halloweens. But Bernard did not like the month of Halloween, because it was far too scary to him. So him, and his dog Trixie, liked to hde out in woods where no scary ghouls or ghosts or goblins could finnd them. But this time, all of that would be changed.
Bernard set up his camp for a good night of camping. The camping grounds were wide, full of tree, and no one else was around. “Perfect” thought Bernard. He did not like company and was here to be alone so as not to be bothered because he did not like people.
“Felix,” he whistled for his dog, “here boy.”
The dog came trouting up with a leaf in his mouth.
“Oh silly boy, don’t eat the leaves they arent good for you.”
But when Bernard taken the leaf he noticed a strange gooey substance over the leaf. The leaf, he noticed, was covered inn blood. “Gasp!” he gasped, and dropped the leaf. He rubbed his hand on his flannel camping shirt he often wore when he went camping as it was his camping tradition to do so. “Oh wait!” he regailed, “that was ketchup from the hotdogs we had eaten, huh Casey?” he cood at the dog.
Caset barked and they went back to the camp. Little did Bernard know that it was not, in fact, ketchup but was in fact blood.
Later that night when Bernard went to sleep, he heard a strange rustle from the bushes out the tent. “Biscuit?” he said groggy. “Is that you?”
But there was no answer. Not that dogs could speak anyways but it was deadd silent and made him feel dread.
He got up to investigate and there outside the tent was Gumdrop, his dog. She wagged her tail and barked.
“Follow you?” Bernard questioned aloud. He rubbed sleep from his eye. He could speak easily to his dog as they had known each other for many years and often spent time together and now he could tell that she wanted him to follow her. He shrugged. “Well ok.” Because maybe she had to tinkle and didn’t want to go alone. The woods were dark and full of trees that lookked liked faces and creatures peering at them in the dark like evil. It was like the evil from halloween had been following them since they left for their trip and he could tell this made her anxious.
“It’s ok Gumball, I can tell your anxos about this so lets go.”
So she led him down the woods through many trees and bushes and through dark places.
“Gumface I’m not sure this is a good idea,” he said scared.
“Bark.” His bark was worried like but quiet as if conveying purpose and meaning to him because he knew they had to do this.
“Whatever you say Gummie boy.”
But then they came to a large hole in the ground covered in thick fog like Kraft Jet-Puffed Marshmallow Creme the kind that was thick.
“Whoa,” Bernard awed at the sight of the hole. He leaned forward and his foot caught on the edge and down he slid down the hole a steep one that led him down to the bottom. “Noooooo,” he groaned as his body slid against the steep dirt hole. He stood at the bottom and called up. “Natalia?”
“Bark!” his dog slidd with grace into him.
“Haha,” he laughed, “good boy!” he praised for the dog had made the slide all by himself. “But where are we?” he questioned and peered at the darkness surrounded him. Dark like a demons soul or tar. Dark so he could not see very well in it.
They walked forward and the darkness somewhat lifted and there in front of them loomed a dark castle like palace that was very tall and overshadowed them, Window quaking in her fur.
“Don’t worry Fenestration, it’s just a bunch of bricks!”
But just then, the bunch of bricks Bernard had jokingly referred to even though he was scared began to quake and groan. They thought the whole thing was going to crash dow but it did not and they sudenly felt very unwelcome by the beast of a castle in front of them.
“Let’s… let’s just go inside, someone nice enough to give us directions must be inside!”
Windex growled and shook and though not wawnting to she moved forward with Bernard walking up to the large castle that became clearer with each single step. What a large castle it was as it stood towering over them very tall and menacinng because of its grand stature and dark bricks not a single light to be seen in any of the pitch blackened windows.
The door began with a knock knock by Bernard. He was scared but sure there would be help inside.
Then the door opened but no one was seen inside.
“H-hello? Bernard questioned. But no one was there.
He stepped forward ignoring Tulips, his dog, who had begun to whimper a lot.
“Who dare be here?” A voice rose up quietly but very eerily from somewhere in the entrance to the castle.
“I… I’m a little lost?” Berarnd spoke in a shaky voice that was obviously scared.
“You are not lost… YET!” The voice laughed mocked.
“We just need some help getting back--”
But before Bernard could finish speaking a shadowy figure like moonlight rose from the floor and screeched loudly like nothing he had heard before. Stuck in his fear he could not move and succumbed to the monster as it spoke to him. “There is nothing you can do to escape my castle!” it bellowed in a loud booming voice. Then is looked at the dog. “Thank you, Damien, for bringinng him to me!”
“What?” Bernard questioned. But it was to late as his neck snaped from the beast tearing innto his flesh with long twisted claws and Damion the dog barked his work done.
The following day the only thing that remained of Bernardains campsite spot where he usually camped was a dog collar that no one could identify and Damione went on to find another owner because he was actually a devil ghost dog who had made Bernards THINK that they had been dog and owner for years when really it was only for that day beccause DAmian was ACTUALLY the caslte deomns dog who brought the souls TO him so next time you go camping BE WARE of what animal is with YOu. You may never know when your “””Best friesnds’’’ are actually trying to get your soul EaTEN.