WHEN YOU READ THIS, BRICKS WILL BE SHAT

There’s a local legend where I come from. They’re simply referred to as the willow men.
There’s hardly a need for the law enforcement in this town. The willow
men take care of all that. Every single step taken, every word spoken,
every drop of blood spilt.. The willow men know about it before anyone
else. Believe me, anyone that has invoked the wrath of the willow men
has gone missing without a trace.
That’s why when I realized what I had done it was too late. The willow men were coming.

She just wouldn’t shut the hell up. No matter what I said and what I
would do she was just hysterical. She kept pacing about the house
screaming. She said she found this and that and knew I was cheating on
her. She’d ask me who it was and I told her she was crazy. I guess I
wore that excuse out. After a while, I couldn’t take her damn voice
anymore. I’d walk room to room and she’d follow me. When we got to the
kitchen I had my fill.

I reached for the first knife I could find and jammed it into her
throat. The face of anger and sorrow melted into one of despair and
disbelief. The crimson fluid ran freely all over her blouse and she
dropped to her knees, scrambling around on the floor. She clawed at the
tile and made gurgling noises which only served to infuriate me. I
grabbed an iron skillet that had been pre-heating on the stove and took
a swing at her head. A wet crack followed the impact and while I didn’t
need to keep going I did.

I lost count of the number of times I hit her but I had a good deal
of blood on me. What was left of her head was being held together by
thin particles of bone and blood continued to rush out. I dropped the
skillet to the floor with a loud clang. I wish remorse could have
followed so I would’ve felt a least a bit human but it didn’t. I was
just happy to be rid of her. With a grunt I picked her body up off the
floor and hoisted it unto my shoulder. Her face hung next to me, dead
eyes staring with conviction. I could only chuckle. As soon as I got
outside, I dropped the ragged heap onto the ground and went to find a
shovel. That’s when I knew they were watching.



I could hear the whispers from the woods and in the corners of my
eyes I could see them staring intently at my every move. Whenever I
would look up to the woods I would find only gnarled trees staring back
at me. I knew they were there. It was dusk by the time she was good and
buried. I was drenched in sweat and it had made the blood stains on my
clothes expand and turn orange. I looked back up to the woods and I saw
them peering from behind the trees. Long, gnarled faces with hollow
eyes and gaunt figures. I could only half see the faces as they chose
to hide behind their precious trees but they were there. Watching,
whispering…

“What are you staring for, bastards?! You heard her! I had to do it,” I yelled at them.
Was I expecting a response? I don’t know. They just continued to watch
me from behind the trees. I spit on the ground and threw the shovel
down. They would come for me under cover of darkness and I wasn’t going
without a fight. I stole away into the house and prepared. I pushed
couches and dressers in front of doorways. I nailed wooden boards
haphazardly to cover all the windows. As the sun crept underneath the
horizon a great trepidation settled in the pit of my stomach. Was it
honestly nerves? I hated to think it was such a powerful fear that I
would start breaking into an ice cold sweat. I loaded up my shotgun and
reached for a bottle of whiskey. I forced down a mouthful and then
another and slammed the rest of the bottle against the wall in
frustration.

One door I left open. It was the back door that stared out to the
woods. I put a chair down in front of it and sat, shotgun in my lap.
They were still staring at me. The willow men. We stayed staring at one
another for three days. Eventually, exhaustion began to get the best of
me and I started to nod off. I tried desperately to keep my eyes open.
For a foolish second I propped my head up with the shotgun so that it
wouldn’t fall. I snapped back to reason and lifted my head high. Last
thing I wanted to do was shoot myself. Had I known what was coming I
probably should have.

I pushed myself to stay up for a few more hours. The day came and
went and it was the dead of night before I knew it. They persisted
behind the trees. I began to rationalize that if I closed my eyes for a
second, I could have enough time to open them while the willow men were
coming at me so I could take a few down. Smiling I did just that. Of
course, its’ difficult to tell how long you were asleep. Could be a
second, could be for days. I opened my eyes again and found I was still
sitting in my chair with my shotgun in my lap. I snapped up when I saw
that the willow men were no longer behind the trees. I flipped out and
held the shotgun up, darting around barrel first. I took a few steps
outside and tried to control my heavy breaths. I shook damn near
uncontrollably and found it impossible to keep the gun steady.

I began to calm down when I didn’t see anything outside and began to
return to my post when I stopped dead in my tracks. I felt tears well
in my eyes and something began to push up and out of my throat. The
willow men were peering from around the doorway and the sides of the
house. I froze staring at their gnarled up faces and branch-like hands.
I had to do something. I pulled the gun up and fired off a round. It
managed to take out part of the door frame but it missed any of them
altogether. I popped open the shotgun and madly grasped for a fresh
shell in my pocket. I successfully reloaded it and lifted the gun back
up.

The willow men continued to look at me from where they had been. I
took careful aim this time and fired once more. Another shot hit the
doorframe this time although closer to the willow men. I fumbled for a
third round and as I did, I saw a large shadow cover me. Looking up,
the willow men were upon me. I screamed and closed the barrel down on
my thumb effectively severing it. Immediately after that, I lost all
consciousness and collapsed.

When I awoke, it was ice cold. My vision began to return to me
slowly and I could feel that I was being dragged. My heart sank when I
looked around. Darkness stretched as far as the eye could see and I
knew I was in the deepest part of the woods. Where my thumb had once
been was black and swollen and had managed to numb up to my forearm. My
ankles were in severe pain too but I didn’t know why. When I looked, I
saw that they had been clearly snapped and the willow men were dragging
me by my feet. I began to scream as loudly as possible for someone,
anyone.

All I did was cause more willow men to appear and watch me from
behind the strangest willow trees I’d ever seen. Their trunks were
small and looked just like leather. The earth around them was red and
moist yet where I was being dragged was dry, rugged land. I looked up
to the canopy and wish I hadn’t. Skinless corpses hung down, blood
dripping freely to feed what I now knew were flesh-bound trees. My
screams were swallowed by the dark and my throat gave out, hoarse from
the strain. In the silence, I heard a faint moaning.

I looked around to see if there was someone else here. Maybe some
poor bastard who suffered my same fate. To my horror, I discovered the
source of the moans. The bodies hanging on the branches of the trees
were all still alive. Soon, I too would have my flesh torn asunder and
be damned to hang up there and feed the hungry willow trees. There was
nothing I could but accept my fate. The willow men had me.

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ANOTHER GOOD ONE. o3o
It's a lot less wurds, k.

A young girl is left home alone with only her dog to protect her.
When night approaches, she locks all the doors and tries to lock all
the windows, but one won’t close. She decides to leave it unlocked and
goes to bed. Her dog takes its customary place under her bed.
In the deep of night she awakens to a dripping sound coming from the
bathroom. The girl is too scared to go check so she reaches her hand
under the bed. She feels a reassuring lick from her dog and falls back
to sleep. She reawakens to the dripping sound, reaches her hand down to
the dog where she feels the reassuring lick and falls back to sleep.
Once more she awakens to the dripping sound. She reaches her hand down
and feels the lick of her dog.
Now curious about the dripping sound, she gets up and slowly walks
towards the bathroom, the dripping sound getting louder as she
approaches. She reaches the bathroom and turns on the light. She is
greeted by a horrific sight; hanging from the shower nozzle is her dog,
with its throat slit open and its blood dripping into the bathtub.
Something on the bathroom mirror catches her eye she turns around.
Written on the bathroom mirror in her dog’s blood are the words “HUMANS
CAN LICK TOO”.

Yeah.. im gonna avoid this thread, but i'd put a warning if i were you.

i remember some of these stories and they gave me nightmares and shit.

..-anxiety disorder'd-


so yeah

Lolwow @ stories

Nick wrote:

Yeah.. im gonna avoid this thread, but i'd put a warning if i were you.

i remember some of these stories and they gave me nightmares and shit.

..-anxiety disorder'd-


so yeah

...Personally, I'd say, "BRICKS WILL BE SHAT" is a good enough warning. xDDD

HOORAY FOR HRAAY wrote:

Nick wrote:

Yeah.. im gonna avoid this thread, but i'd put a warning if i were you.

i remember some of these stories and they gave me nightmares and shit.

..-anxiety disorder'd-


so yeah

...Personally, I'd say, "BRICKS WILL BE SHAT" is a good enough warning. xDDD

not rly o3o;

although, i think im the only one here who will actually freak out from these, so i know to avoid it