Tears Lake
It's horrible that I am writing this down, it really shouldn't have ended this way. I am going to get this posted before... before that thing gets me. My friend, Michael and I were going on a camping trip in the middle of no where. Well, it has a name, it has just been forgotten about, abandoned that is. Also my name is Chris.
Michael was the one that was driving, I needed him to drive because I needed to get some schoolwork done. I gave him the directions so he wouldn't have to bother me about where it is.
We passed by the rusty old sign that said "Te rs L e 1 M le" it was supposed to say "Tears Lake 18 Miles", but it has been abandoned for so long now that no one had the time to fix up the sign, better yet, they had no time to keep the park around the lake in shape. I had just finished up the last page of my schoolwork, so I decided to close up my laptop and close my eyes for a little bit so that I could be fully awake for the hike tomorrow morning.
When I woke up, I hadn't even noticed that Michael had already set up the tent and got everything out of the car and set up. "Michael, nice job!" I called out to him. Michael looked at me, smiled, and said "Thanks, I decided that you were tired from school so I let you rest." I was completely surprised, because this was only Michael's second year of camping with me at the old Tears Lake.
It was more than an hour later when Michael and I started to get ready for our annual hiking trip on the old dirt road, it was considered a hiking trail to Michael and I because it had roots and grass all over the place. The road had gone from 12 feet wide to about four feet wide, perfect for hiking on.
"Michael, is your water bottle full, we are going to leave in a second." I asked Michael. Michael answered immediately "Yeah, I learned from last time." As we started to head off, I stopped in my tracks and ran back to thee tent to grab the map. This is only the first time I had ever forgotten the map, I searched my bag for it, then I had forgotten that I had left in the car next to my laptop. I went over to the car and unlocked the side door, grabbed the map, and then went back over to Michael.
I looked down at the map and we start walking up the trail, we ended up heading towards the old sawmill that was used in Tears Lake when it was a fully functioned park. We went into the sawmill, and there was this horrid stench in the air. It smelled like burnt wood mixed with flour.
It had taken us over an hour to get to the sawmill in the first place, so we only had a limited time to get to the cabin before nightfall, but we decided to take a break and eat some lunch at the sawmill. We had brought some meat along with us, and some homemade bread from my grandma. It smelled delicious, and it did. It had a bit of melted cheese in the center that would sizzle in your mouth when you chewed it.
We had taken over thirty minutes to eat lunch, so we had to get going, taking consideration that the cabin is over 7 miles of a walk.
It was over an hour when we reached the 5 mile mark. It was at this point where it started to get dark very quickly, this was not un-settling to Michael or I, seeing as we have done this once before. The cabins peak could be seen from the point we were walking. It was actually very pretty to see how the sun reflected next to the log cabin.
We opened the door as it made a very high pitched, eery creak. The floorboards were very old and rotted away, it seemed as if the floor was rusted metal instead of rotted wood. Inside the cabin there was very old furniture including a couch, an old eaten up chair, and a Tv stand with no Tv. Its as if this whole place got evacuated in a hurry. It would be our first time sleeping in the cabin on a camping trip to this old lake.
We would be heading out right in the morning so we could get back in time to eat our lunch, it was more than likely that we would miss breakfast time.
Michael went upstairs to scout out the rooms and pick his, and my own. We obviously wouldn't be sleeping on the beds, just from a look at them you can tell they had been eaten away from mice who had found their way into the house through a tiny crack in the wall.
We decided to go to bed since, according to my phone, it was almost ten o'clock at night. Now we had to get up early in the morning if we wanted to get back to the camp in time. As we slept in the dark, creepy rooms I noticed footstep down on the first floor as if an animal had walked in. It didn't sound like an animal though, it sounded more like a human footstep. I denied this and closed my eyes very slowly until all I could see was black. Cold, dark blackness. Then I heard it, I heard the cold deep breathing. I looked up near the door way, but I couldnt see anything besides an outline of the door knob, slowly turning. I think, no, I know the door knob was turning.
Suddenly I am falling through space, memories flooding back into my mind. People I knew, people I could have met. Things I could have done right, place I could have gone. Now things I have never seen before come to me... the future. They are telling me to leave. And they are showing me what will happen if I don't... Murder... Darkness.
I start to see sunlight, morning, I wake up. My eyes are wide awake, and the door is closed. Whatever happened last night must've been part of my dream. I don't believe any of my dream, and just discard it as an exaggiration of my imagination. I look over at Michael and say in an exhausted voice "Michael, we have to get moving. We have to get back to camp before the sun starts setting." I say while Michael starts to wake up. I get my clothes on, boots, and slip on my backpack. By the time Michael gets up, I am completely ready to go.?
By the time Michael was ready we were out that familiar and creaky door. We started to walk onto the dirt path that lead back to our camp. As we walked, I got an eery feeling that the trees were getting closer to us more and more, the farther we went.
We had walked about a mile, when a tree, not two feet behind us, fell to the ground with a loud THUMP! I fell forward to the ground when it did, and fell into the wet mud. I got up and looked at Michael, who I haven't talked to in forever, and asked "Did that not scare you?" he looked at me and laughed "No, but you should've seen your face!" I laughed a bit and we started walking again.
About an hour later we started talking again, and I tried to make a conversation with him.
Credited to XXNobbleXx
This story was left unfinished for months and was subsequently deleted from the Creepypasta Wiki
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