The Weretree

Hello there, I'm new to this whole confessional thing, and I'm not

sure what to say, but, I'll try my best. It seems like only yesterday

I was normal, fucking normal. Well, I guess I should fucking get

on with it. It all started three months ago, when I was hiking in the

mountains near my hometown, I shouldn't have fucking hiked

alone, but I did. I was hiking through the dark green forests and

had completely lost track of time. I didn't fucking realize it! By the

time I realized how late it was, I was too far in the mountains to

hike back before nightfall. So, I set up a camp and prepared to

wait out the night. The night hit fast and the full moon illuminated

the surrounding area. I then saw something that chilled me down

to my fucking core, my fucking core. I saw it, a sight that would

terrify me for the rest of my fucking life. A sight so fucking

terrifying that I nearly threw up, fucking threw up. There standing

in the meadow...was a tree, a fucking tree. Ignoring my basic

instincts, I walked up to the tree and started to observe it. I then

tripped over a rock, a fucking rock, and fell onto the tree, receiving

a small cut on my hand, a reward for my curiosity. I stepped back

in sheer fucking anguish, glaring at the abomination in front of me.

A leaf fell off and I knew it was mocking me, fucking mocking me. I

went back to camp and sat there, not taking my eyes off of the

beast. I had fallen asleep for God knows how long, and when I had

opened my eyes they fell upon the demon, who was now in the

same exact spot it had been before. And that was the moment in

which I knew my life was in danger. Not waiting for sunrise, I

packed my things and left, giving one last glare at the demon of

the meadow.

Weeks went by and somehow with enough medication, therapy,

and lumberjack forums I had regained my sanity and was starting

to live a normal life, despite the PTSD, but I should have known

that someone who gets attacked by a tree can never live a normal

life again. I learned that all too well a month later during the next

full moon. This time I decided to stay home and not go hiking, I

was walking home from the store where I received my medication

and some movies for the weekend. I started to feel weird and

uncomfortable; I looked into the sky and saw that the moon was

full. At that I dropped my bags and stumbled onto a nearby lawn.

My arms stretched outwards and my skin became hard and

grooved. I was becoming everything I hated and feared, an

inhuman monster, I became...a tree. For how long I was a tree, I

don't know. How long I stood unmoving in the front lawn watching

people, like a fucking demon from hell I can't say. I found myself in

a bush the next morning, not knowing how I got there. I then

slunk off to my house, not looking back. I am now writing this

from my basement, where I keep myself locked up, in hopes that

my inner foliage won't get out...again.

Originally posted in r/nosleep.