Halloween story for you all! The White Moose!
Oct 22, 2017 6:36:16 GMT -5
Post by Silver-Sparrow on Oct 22, 2017 6:36:16 GMT -5
Yesh Halloween is coming and it's time to get all spooky!
So I bring you something real scary! The story of a white moose, that isn't at all like normal moose....
I WANR YOU NOW; you are about to read story that insides GORE, BLOOD, DEATH and Horror, so if you can't easilly deal with them or you have problems with horror stuff, you might want not to read this one. I DO NOT take responsibility of what this story may cause to you, since I did warn you. It isn't all horrible gory horror like some movies but there still IS gore in this!
The White Moose
A man walked down the road. The road was eerily lighten by the small street lights with whitish light. The rocky road lead into the forest. It was pitch black night. Trees were painted black against the starry sky. Moon was hidden behind the dark clouds. Eerie gate was soon in sight as the road lead into the forest. Man stopped at the gate. It was made of metal. Upon the gate, was a warning sing. There were simply a moose in it.
The man laughed. He was thinking, that the villagers really were serious about the white moose killing people in this forest at night time. He sweeped the dirt off his black jacket and then grabbed the gate with his right hand. He pushed it open, it made long creaky sound. Man stepped to the other side of the gate and made few steps into forest. The street lights ended, and the darkness swallowed the man.
He patted his pockets with his hands, until he found what he was looking for, and blindly pulled out his flashlight and managed to click it on. The light was small, but he could see where he was going now.
He was send there to prove that the stupid tale of the moose was a lie, so his company could build there a hotel without losing customers who would be too scared of a stupid horror tale of the villagers. So, he got the dare to walk into the forest at night. If he lived and nothing happened, he would prove that there were no moose. And the villagers would be wrong. And of course that would happen, the man thought to himself. He was so sure that there was nothing to fear in this forest.
He continued walking along the road, wich soon disappeared and moss covered ground would take it's place. He stopped. He didn't want to get lost. He just needed to find the old mansion, walk in there and back to prove that the moose was a lie. He sighed. But the road to the mansion was apparently gone. But soon he saw a path. That's great, he thought. It would most probably lead to the manor, at least about there. He walked on the path lighting it up with his flashlight. His light lightened huge hoof print on the soft moss.
Moose. He almost scared himself, but then he shook his head. Of course there would be moose in here. This was a forest! He was pretty ignorant about the nature, but if he wouldn't have been, he would have figured out that this print was twice as big as the normal bull moose print could ever be. Without knowing that at all, he kept thinking that the huge prints would just be normal moose prints.
He walked and walked along the path, it started feeling like forever. Wind didn't get this far into the forest, and the moist moss and cold night created mist everywhere in the dark forest. It was hard to see well, but it was all quiet. The mans steps were the only sound there were. Until he heard a crackle. He turned around and pulled his handgun out from his weist. Nothing. He sighed to himself and shook his head. He was getting paranoid. He shouldn't have listened the villagers stupid horror tale. He put the gun back on his belt pocket and continued walking.
His flashlights light soon touched a building wall. He had made his way to the mansions side. Black eerie windows mirrored his light slighty and he saw some old furniture inside, then he turned the light to other way and looked at the light grey wall. The paint was old and started shattering off from the walls, but the building seemed to be in quite good shape otherwise.
Great! Now all he needed to do was to walk back. He turned around. And his flashlight lightened two red eyes, three meters high from the ground, there, between the trees. The mans heart first skipped a beat, then sped up, making so loud thumping sound in his head that he hardly heard anything but his heartbeat. Adrenaline ran through his body and he started shaking wildly. There stood a white moose. It's brownish antlers were 3 meters wide, and spikes of it were sharp as knifes, shining in the flashlights dim light. It's red, round eyes stared at the man. The creatures red eyes seemed like red pits into soulless mind. This moose was not at all like those other white moose sightings there had been in newspapers from other countries.
Moose made a huffling sound, and scratched the ground violently with his right front hoof. It's sharp clawy hooves were whitish colored and huge. The man dropped the flashlight in panic, and slowly started getting his handgun out of his pocket, but the moose charged at him, antlers sweeping through the air. The man ran towards the mansion. Full moon lightened the mansions walls and the door. The moose following him, he grabbed the mansions doors handle. He pushed it down, but the door didn't open. He shook it, in blind panic. The moose ran towards the man and the man quickly managed to pull out his gun, shooting at the moose with shaky hands.
The moose changed direction and ran further away. He was sure he would have hit the mooses head, but apparently he didn't, but he scared it away. The man thought about breaking the glass window with the gun, but then the moose ran towards him again. The man ran into the thick forest, hoping that it would slow down the ernomous creature. His heart was beating so fast, that he thought it could stop any moment from overworking like that.
His jacket got caught in tree branches and got ripped badly as he ran. The slimy twigs slapped his face and scratched his cheeks. The moose was running behind him, breaking the trees like they were all just twigs, easilly with his huge, sharp edged antlers. The mans gun got sweeped away from his hands and fell somewhere in the dark. He was lost; in the dark, he had no idea where the gate was. He just ran blindly forwards hearing the horrible cracking and crunching sounds of the moose behind him, and angry huffs and puffs the moose was snorting while running.
The moose got closer, closer and closer. The man didn't want to look back. He heard it's huffling breathing. Then antlers spikes grabbed his jacket and he flew, meters into the air, then down, branches painfully violating his body. His lungs let out all the air, and he was laying down on the moist moss, gasping for air. The moose was gone. He tried to see it, but darkness and pain blurred his sight. He finally got to breathe somehow, with his heart still beating like a drum, he tried to get up, still in panic.
He felt pain everywhere in his body, but he managed to get up. He leaned onto a tree and he looked everywhere. The moose was indeed gone. It was quiet, he only heard his heart beating and his heavy breaths. He looked at the dark forest, with violated trees that had cracked and bended from the mooses way.
Stomp. He felt a sharp hoofs nails pushing into his back, as he got crunched under the horrid weight. Moose had ran over him. He looked up, seeing the moose turning and waving it's ernomous white head. He looked at the antlers. It's antler was broken; it was bleeding alot. It seemed to make the moose even more angry. The man couldn't get up. The moose had broken his ribs. Breathing was so painful, that he thought he would suffocate. He was not able to get up anymore.
For a moment time seemed to stop. He regretted everything. He regretted that he didn't listen that old man in that bar. He regretted that he didn't take a shotgun and backup with him. He regretted that he didn't take the huge hoof prints seriously. He regretted that he had even said he will come. For now he knew, his life would be over.
The moose rose on it's hindlegs in front of him. Tears rolling down his eyes, he shut them and got ready. The mooses ernomous hooves landed in his head and back. He was crushed. His head cracked open. The moose disappeared into the mist. Leaving his body laying there, gory and bloody for the villagers to find it at daylight, when the moose would not bother people who would come into his forest.
And the men who wanted to build the hotel. Well, I can say that the hotel may not ever get build there. And if it will, they will surely regret it very much.
Story by SilverSparrow AKA Pikkulintu DO NOT copy or steal, thank you!
I hope you liked the story! What do you guys think of this?
So I bring you something real scary! The story of a white moose, that isn't at all like normal moose....
I WANR YOU NOW; you are about to read story that insides GORE, BLOOD, DEATH and Horror, so if you can't easilly deal with them or you have problems with horror stuff, you might want not to read this one. I DO NOT take responsibility of what this story may cause to you, since I did warn you. It isn't all horrible gory horror like some movies but there still IS gore in this!
The White Moose
A man walked down the road. The road was eerily lighten by the small street lights with whitish light. The rocky road lead into the forest. It was pitch black night. Trees were painted black against the starry sky. Moon was hidden behind the dark clouds. Eerie gate was soon in sight as the road lead into the forest. Man stopped at the gate. It was made of metal. Upon the gate, was a warning sing. There were simply a moose in it.
The man laughed. He was thinking, that the villagers really were serious about the white moose killing people in this forest at night time. He sweeped the dirt off his black jacket and then grabbed the gate with his right hand. He pushed it open, it made long creaky sound. Man stepped to the other side of the gate and made few steps into forest. The street lights ended, and the darkness swallowed the man.
He patted his pockets with his hands, until he found what he was looking for, and blindly pulled out his flashlight and managed to click it on. The light was small, but he could see where he was going now.
He was send there to prove that the stupid tale of the moose was a lie, so his company could build there a hotel without losing customers who would be too scared of a stupid horror tale of the villagers. So, he got the dare to walk into the forest at night. If he lived and nothing happened, he would prove that there were no moose. And the villagers would be wrong. And of course that would happen, the man thought to himself. He was so sure that there was nothing to fear in this forest.
He continued walking along the road, wich soon disappeared and moss covered ground would take it's place. He stopped. He didn't want to get lost. He just needed to find the old mansion, walk in there and back to prove that the moose was a lie. He sighed. But the road to the mansion was apparently gone. But soon he saw a path. That's great, he thought. It would most probably lead to the manor, at least about there. He walked on the path lighting it up with his flashlight. His light lightened huge hoof print on the soft moss.
Moose. He almost scared himself, but then he shook his head. Of course there would be moose in here. This was a forest! He was pretty ignorant about the nature, but if he wouldn't have been, he would have figured out that this print was twice as big as the normal bull moose print could ever be. Without knowing that at all, he kept thinking that the huge prints would just be normal moose prints.
He walked and walked along the path, it started feeling like forever. Wind didn't get this far into the forest, and the moist moss and cold night created mist everywhere in the dark forest. It was hard to see well, but it was all quiet. The mans steps were the only sound there were. Until he heard a crackle. He turned around and pulled his handgun out from his weist. Nothing. He sighed to himself and shook his head. He was getting paranoid. He shouldn't have listened the villagers stupid horror tale. He put the gun back on his belt pocket and continued walking.
His flashlights light soon touched a building wall. He had made his way to the mansions side. Black eerie windows mirrored his light slighty and he saw some old furniture inside, then he turned the light to other way and looked at the light grey wall. The paint was old and started shattering off from the walls, but the building seemed to be in quite good shape otherwise.
Great! Now all he needed to do was to walk back. He turned around. And his flashlight lightened two red eyes, three meters high from the ground, there, between the trees. The mans heart first skipped a beat, then sped up, making so loud thumping sound in his head that he hardly heard anything but his heartbeat. Adrenaline ran through his body and he started shaking wildly. There stood a white moose. It's brownish antlers were 3 meters wide, and spikes of it were sharp as knifes, shining in the flashlights dim light. It's red, round eyes stared at the man. The creatures red eyes seemed like red pits into soulless mind. This moose was not at all like those other white moose sightings there had been in newspapers from other countries.
Moose made a huffling sound, and scratched the ground violently with his right front hoof. It's sharp clawy hooves were whitish colored and huge. The man dropped the flashlight in panic, and slowly started getting his handgun out of his pocket, but the moose charged at him, antlers sweeping through the air. The man ran towards the mansion. Full moon lightened the mansions walls and the door. The moose following him, he grabbed the mansions doors handle. He pushed it down, but the door didn't open. He shook it, in blind panic. The moose ran towards the man and the man quickly managed to pull out his gun, shooting at the moose with shaky hands.
The moose changed direction and ran further away. He was sure he would have hit the mooses head, but apparently he didn't, but he scared it away. The man thought about breaking the glass window with the gun, but then the moose ran towards him again. The man ran into the thick forest, hoping that it would slow down the ernomous creature. His heart was beating so fast, that he thought it could stop any moment from overworking like that.
His jacket got caught in tree branches and got ripped badly as he ran. The slimy twigs slapped his face and scratched his cheeks. The moose was running behind him, breaking the trees like they were all just twigs, easilly with his huge, sharp edged antlers. The mans gun got sweeped away from his hands and fell somewhere in the dark. He was lost; in the dark, he had no idea where the gate was. He just ran blindly forwards hearing the horrible cracking and crunching sounds of the moose behind him, and angry huffs and puffs the moose was snorting while running.
The moose got closer, closer and closer. The man didn't want to look back. He heard it's huffling breathing. Then antlers spikes grabbed his jacket and he flew, meters into the air, then down, branches painfully violating his body. His lungs let out all the air, and he was laying down on the moist moss, gasping for air. The moose was gone. He tried to see it, but darkness and pain blurred his sight. He finally got to breathe somehow, with his heart still beating like a drum, he tried to get up, still in panic.
He felt pain everywhere in his body, but he managed to get up. He leaned onto a tree and he looked everywhere. The moose was indeed gone. It was quiet, he only heard his heart beating and his heavy breaths. He looked at the dark forest, with violated trees that had cracked and bended from the mooses way.
Stomp. He felt a sharp hoofs nails pushing into his back, as he got crunched under the horrid weight. Moose had ran over him. He looked up, seeing the moose turning and waving it's ernomous white head. He looked at the antlers. It's antler was broken; it was bleeding alot. It seemed to make the moose even more angry. The man couldn't get up. The moose had broken his ribs. Breathing was so painful, that he thought he would suffocate. He was not able to get up anymore.
For a moment time seemed to stop. He regretted everything. He regretted that he didn't listen that old man in that bar. He regretted that he didn't take a shotgun and backup with him. He regretted that he didn't take the huge hoof prints seriously. He regretted that he had even said he will come. For now he knew, his life would be over.
The moose rose on it's hindlegs in front of him. Tears rolling down his eyes, he shut them and got ready. The mooses ernomous hooves landed in his head and back. He was crushed. His head cracked open. The moose disappeared into the mist. Leaving his body laying there, gory and bloody for the villagers to find it at daylight, when the moose would not bother people who would come into his forest.
And the men who wanted to build the hotel. Well, I can say that the hotel may not ever get build there. And if it will, they will surely regret it very much.
Story by SilverSparrow AKA Pikkulintu DO NOT copy or steal, thank you!
I hope you liked the story! What do you guys think of this?
We did get a demo simulator-like thing, too