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A Terrifying Creepypasta Story About Monsters in the Woods
Published 3 years, 2 months ago
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Good evening, it's Spooky Boo Rhodes from Sandcastle, California. Tonight I have for you a rather Lovecraftian type story about beings and disappearances. You know, the kind with dark forests and the realization that you probably never want to be stuck in the middle of nowhere again? That's common here in Sandcastle. Even with the strange sirens and mermaids of the ocean and the vampires and zombies in town, it's the forests are where the most sinister and creepiest beings live. And that is true of this story. For no story in Purgatory would be complete without the horror of a monster not of this world.
If you love monster stories, be sure to pick up a copy of my latest book Sandcastle Horror, Volume I on Amazon in paperback or Kindle. You can also grab a copy at your many local bookstores. A signed copy is available online through my Etsy store. For more information, visit www.scarystorytime.com/sandcastlehorror.
On Saturday nights at 6:00 PM Pacific, you'll find me playing the weekly stories on YouTube and chatting with friends. Sometimes we watch movies and other times there are phonecalls, live unboxings, and guests. It's simply a lot of fun and you can look for it or the highlights of the streams on the channel as well. Be sure to subscribe to my youtube channel by visiting www.scarystorytime.com/youtube.
Now let's begin...
Behold the Pale Sunby Rephlexi0n
When I was younger, I was one who indulged in music, parties, and various intoxicating substances that would enhance those experiences. I count myself among the many who allowed their hedonism to run wild with enthusiasm. It came then as no surprise that I found myself attending festivals with groups of friends who, at the time, shared the same reckless mindset as me.
For the record – and I say this without pride – I am experienced in drug-taking. While I don’t particularly regret it, there was one experience that halted my drug use altogether. At the time, my fellow partygoers scoffed at this decision, since I didn’t see any worth trying to explain to them what had happened. They would most likely have chalked it all up to a substance-induced hallucination. I’ve had such hallucinations in the past, which tend to be a result of sleep deprivation and frequent redosing. I can safely say none of them compared to the raw reality of this experience.
It was the start of summer, and my friend Rachel had informed me that a group of them were heading to an EDM festival a couple states over. I’ll refrain from divulging the location, as I feel I have already revealed too much by specifying my home country, but I was quick to take up the invitation. Hastily, I booked a ticket from the third batch release and began making preparations for the trip. It was a three-day-weekend festival, so tents and other supplies were required. Of course, I was readily prepared with all the required equipment, the festival most certainly not being my first.
I’ll spare you the long car journey to the location, but we could barely contain ourselves. With me were my buddies Chris, Robbie and, of course, Rachel. We hadn’t been to this one before and we vigorously discussed many topics, including how we were going to smuggle in our pills and powders. I, myself, opted to bring MDMA powder (often coined “ecstasy”, when in pill form), and a few LSD blotters, planning to candy-flip for the duration. I stuck to the ever-true “ballsing” method, which is exactly as it sounds – stuffing your baggies into your boxers before going through security.
For people like us, the place was pretty much Nirvana. It was set up in a rural area, bordering hilly woodland on one side. At least a dozen enormous festival tents were set up in a semi-circular fashion, all playing EDM, but with different artists in the line-up. Paradise, at the time.
The first day went by in a blur. I was quick to dose up on MDMA, which kept me dancing through 8 hours of bliss. I don’t recommend redos
If you love monster stories, be sure to pick up a copy of my latest book Sandcastle Horror, Volume I on Amazon in paperback or Kindle. You can also grab a copy at your many local bookstores. A signed copy is available online through my Etsy store. For more information, visit www.scarystorytime.com/sandcastlehorror.
On Saturday nights at 6:00 PM Pacific, you'll find me playing the weekly stories on YouTube and chatting with friends. Sometimes we watch movies and other times there are phonecalls, live unboxings, and guests. It's simply a lot of fun and you can look for it or the highlights of the streams on the channel as well. Be sure to subscribe to my youtube channel by visiting www.scarystorytime.com/youtube.
Now let's begin...
Behold the Pale Sunby Rephlexi0n
When I was younger, I was one who indulged in music, parties, and various intoxicating substances that would enhance those experiences. I count myself among the many who allowed their hedonism to run wild with enthusiasm. It came then as no surprise that I found myself attending festivals with groups of friends who, at the time, shared the same reckless mindset as me.
For the record – and I say this without pride – I am experienced in drug-taking. While I don’t particularly regret it, there was one experience that halted my drug use altogether. At the time, my fellow partygoers scoffed at this decision, since I didn’t see any worth trying to explain to them what had happened. They would most likely have chalked it all up to a substance-induced hallucination. I’ve had such hallucinations in the past, which tend to be a result of sleep deprivation and frequent redosing. I can safely say none of them compared to the raw reality of this experience.
It was the start of summer, and my friend Rachel had informed me that a group of them were heading to an EDM festival a couple states over. I’ll refrain from divulging the location, as I feel I have already revealed too much by specifying my home country, but I was quick to take up the invitation. Hastily, I booked a ticket from the third batch release and began making preparations for the trip. It was a three-day-weekend festival, so tents and other supplies were required. Of course, I was readily prepared with all the required equipment, the festival most certainly not being my first.
I’ll spare you the long car journey to the location, but we could barely contain ourselves. With me were my buddies Chris, Robbie and, of course, Rachel. We hadn’t been to this one before and we vigorously discussed many topics, including how we were going to smuggle in our pills and powders. I, myself, opted to bring MDMA powder (often coined “ecstasy”, when in pill form), and a few LSD blotters, planning to candy-flip for the duration. I stuck to the ever-true “ballsing” method, which is exactly as it sounds – stuffing your baggies into your boxers before going through security.
For people like us, the place was pretty much Nirvana. It was set up in a rural area, bordering hilly woodland on one side. At least a dozen enormous festival tents were set up in a semi-circular fashion, all playing EDM, but with different artists in the line-up. Paradise, at the time.
The first day went by in a blur. I was quick to dose up on MDMA, which kept me dancing through 8 hours of bliss. I don’t recommend redos