Deep in Washington states wooded wet wilderness,
Resides a creature whose feet are quite enormous.
An argued mystery of Native American lore,
There are some who claim it doesn't exist anymore.
I have to say I know its presence is fact,
I was one whom the beast had once tracked.
With my own two eyes I witnessed its size,
Its graceful stealth was an unwelcome surprise.
Must have been at least twelve feet tall,
Covered in hair but thats not all.
A muscular form that was looming and large,
No doubt in our minds of just who was in charge!
First we noticed a strange odor of stench…
I made a joke about my brother’s last easy wench.
Then suddenly a branch crashed into our tent,
Hearts began pounding, no longer feeling content.
I have to admit that I thought for an instant,
Perhaps my brother was just being an idiot.
Getting his kicks out of scaring his sister,
Then something ran past us with the speed of a twister.
Adrenaline was pulsing fast through our veins,
Made worse when our fire was drown in heavy spring rains.
No more illusions of a fires security,
We knew we were being watched with a fierce curiosity.
Deciding that it was probably just a curious bear,
My brother started yelling to give it a scare.
For a moment we thought he'd sent it scurrying off,
Until hearing the eerie deep breathy cough.
Trapped in a huddle with only our poles meant for fishing,
We wondered in silence if they'd just consider us missing.
I whispered to my brother that we need to start running,
But the beast moved in closer, proving it's cunning
Softly shifting I heard a slight jingle of my keys
Peering into the blackness I considered the large maze of trees.
I gave him a nudge and nodded toward the truck,
He was praying for God to lend us some luck.
In a short distance from the steel sanctuary,
We saw something moving, it was large, ugly and hairy.
My truck was violently rocking by something of a powerful dynamic,
Hurling us both into the throes of a screaming panic.
Up we jumped from our crouched position,
Off and running in no particular direction.
Stumbling and crashing through the wooded debris,
Finally we arrived at an odd looking tree.
Without further thought we climbed up to the top,
Silently we sat, hoping we wouldn’t be caught.
During the last few hours of darkness and terror,
We heard something sniffing and grunting down there.
When the following day’s sunlight shone bright,
We thought we were safe from our terrifying night.
Climbing back down from the wooded asylum,
We were sent back to the top by a deep hungry hum.
Exhausted and helpless we sat up in that tree,
Hoping we were now being missed by our family.
After a while of complete silence from below,
My brother decided it was time to climb down and go.
We hit that forest floor determinedly running,
Lost and afraid of what we knew could be coming.
When we finally arrived back to our original spot,
We saw the wreckage that the mysterious beast had brought.
The camp was destroyed with a serious intention,
My truck was filled with a feces too foul to mention.
Nothing was untouched by the furious hand,
Destruction was beyond what could have been done by a man.
We hurried away at a full throttle run,
With no concern over the damage that had been done.
Before the woods were completely dark again,
We found our way to a store, thinking that was the end.
The man who was there running the place,
Noticed the terror plastered all over my face.
He inquired as to if we had been camping out in the forest,
My brother was suspicious as to why this man was so curious.
I quickly began to express the night’s horror,
But the man cut me off, saying he’s lived it before.
In complete astonishment I asked him to explain,
With a whisper he told of what those woods do contain.
Some say its Bigfoot, others call it Sasquatch,
He told us it always knows… it’s always on watch.
For campers and hikers who trespass into its path,
Many have gone missing, victims of its wrath.
Local police say it’s only a silly ghost like story,
All except for the one who lived through till the morning.
That’s when the man pulled off his shirt,
Exposing the scars from the night he was seriously hurt.
He went on to tell us of his close brush with death,
Long ago he too believed he had taken his very last breath.
He said we were lucky to get out alive,
Claiming that the many gone missing before us didn't survive.
With a trembling voice I asked why we weren't eaten,
The man calmly described the tree, which was mangled and beaten.
“You must have made it to the one that's been blessed,
Found its protection, unlike the rest”.
He then detailed the reason we made it through,
We have no doubt that what this man told us is true.
A mighty tree that holds much spiritual power,
In time before dawn, at just the right hour.
The creature is unable to break through its defenses,
The blessed tree confuses the beasts’ mighty honed senses.
Granting asylum to those who are lucky to make it,
Enraging the beast to terrible frothing fits.
Its unable to follow after the trees fortunate inhabitants,
So it waits at the bottom with a determined patience.
Pacing and waiting, with a hungry groaning,
Its hunger is heard through the haunt of its moaning.
Angrily clawing and ripping away at the blessed bark,
It never gives up until well after dark.
Even then it’s been said that sometimes the beast will wait
Hiding in the shadows, where it watches, with its hungry mate…
So if you want to go camping in Washington’s wilderness,
Take heed of my warnings, this really happened to us.
If you think this is just another story, a game that we play,
Don’t be surprised when you are the prey!
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this is an awesome story of cryptozoology,amazing and i love the blessed tree,i could put myself in that forest,in that tree,waiting for morning,very descriptive and amazing
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Ha Ha Ha
thank you, hope you never really find yourself in that tree! LOL
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This is my kind of stuff. It held me until the very last word that I didn't want to read because I didn't want the story to end. I absolutely loved this. You had my hairs raised. And, I think you may just have cured me from taking late evening walks in the woods. I thought all I had to worry about was some mean wild hogs, now you're going to have me looking over my shoulder every time a branch snaps.Still, I can't get enough of scary movies or stories that read like movies. This one gave me a front row seat. In 3D no less.
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very very detailed great story. i visualized everything that was said. like a scary movie. it reminded me of the 1980 something movie called "The Prophecy". but this is better, way better. i mean this is perfect. i can't express it any better. 1001 claps
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thanx!
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It wasn't until I got to the end that I realised how long this was. You couldn't get all the details in without it though and if the reader enjoys it and is carried along with the story, what does it matter? I knew there was a reason why I didn't like camping.
Sheila
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I love camping! You have to be prepared though, you never know what creature is looming in the darkness...
Usually, 9 out of 10 times it's only a raccon lol
Thanks for the comment friend
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so much for going camping.... hehe. this was creepy (but in a good way, and i still dont want to go camping now)
small typo; Softly I shifted when I felt my tuck keys
i take it you mean truck keys?
i like the rhyme throughout generally. there were a couple of places where even though it was almost perfect rhyme, it just kind of interrupted the flow for me. and i had to start over. its just a personal preference...
overall, this was a very good, creepy and kind of like a ghost story. gave me chills
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I went through and tried to tidy it up, I think it has a better flow now.
It reads smoother anyway.
Thank you for the comment as well as the suggestions.
Much appreciated!
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hehe what a tale! i'm never going camping there. at least not alone or without a rifle hehe. i really liked the rhyme and the way that you used words that basically rhymed or sounded similar enough i think that takes some mental agility because no sense in using a perfect rhyme if it makes no sense. it was long but that's ok because it was entertaining.
"Its graceful stealth was an unwanted surprise."
i think you should use "unwelcome" instead of "unwanted."
besides that everything was really good!
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Your right, I changed it to unwelcome. Sounds much better thanx
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no problemo keep up the good work!
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o.o oh my god this is really long; but I love it! :] It's so creepy and eerie in a good way. "If you think this is just another story, a game that we play,
Don’t be surprised when you are the prey!" Last lines are amazing. Great story.
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I am glad you like it, I know it's really long but I was hoping that the content would make up for the length and if not then I wanna change it to keep the readers attention.
Thankx for your comment it's much appreciated!
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xD luved your story! ^.^
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Thank you, I tested it on my 13 yr. old and she likes it well enough that she wants me to make it even longer LOL!
To indulge in the eerieness of the story more.... NOT!
Thank you again for commenting and I'll be by to read some of your work soon.
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