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.
<br /><hr /><i class="plainlinks">Originally posted in [https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/70s58z/the_weretree/ r/nosleep].</i>