A Formal Kind of Terror

A young woman clumsily made her way through the darkening trees, her eyes wide with panic. She didn’t know how she had arrived in this mist-veiled forest, but her mind clouded her normal train of thought with the instinct to get out of this place as soon as possible. There was no path to lead her, and she had nothing but a flashlight to pierce through the fog that clung in the air. Her breath escaped her mouth in frosty puffs as she hurried along, barely avoiding the branches of the trees that seemed to reach out to grab her hair or her clothing.

She stiffened as the light sound of twigs and leaves crunching sounded in the otherwise silent woods. The woman sprinted forward, fear pushing her on. No matter how fast she ran, however, the footsteps seemed to be coming from a just few feet behind her. Dread settled in her stomach, keeping her from turning around to look for a pursuer.

A sudden scream ripped out of her cold lips as something captured her foot and tugged her to the ground. She turned, nearly sobbing with hysteria, and attempted to wrench her foot free from the root that held her prisoner.

“Please,” she moaned. “Please, just let me go!”

The woman froze, a tingle of ice cold terror running down her spine. An impossibly tall, incredibly pale figure stood about a meter away. He was dressed in what appeared to be a suit, and a piercing static-like sound exploded within her head, disorienting her as she clutched her hands over her ears and clenched her eyes shut with pain.

“Stop!” she screamed. “Leave me alone!”

She managed to force her foot out from underneath the root, twisting it violently as she did so. She let out a shrill yelp of pain, but she forced herself onward, her pace noticeably slower than before. Tears leaked out from her eyes, and sobs filled the air around her. She knew that the slender pursuer was still following right behind her, knew that she had no chance if it attacked, knew that it was all over for her if she couldn’t escape this maze of trees.

The static sound returned to her head as she looked ahead once more to see the figure standing right in front of her.

“Go away!” the young woman begged as she stumbled backward. “Please, just go away!”

She searched the man’s eyes to find any amount of compassion or mercy in their depths, but made a horrified cry to see that he had no facial features at all. His head was tilted to one side, as if studying her, even though he had to eyes to do so. His nonexistent gaze bore into her, petrifying her.

She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. She could only watch as a black tentacle-like appendage emerged from the back of this creature’s suit, followed by many more. They spread out on either side of him, like dark wings on the angel of death. She let out a soft whimper as they reached toward her, binding around her whole body. The creature left her head for last, until the tentacles closed around her tear-stained face, leaving only her eyes showing.

Her eyes widened with pure fear as the skin where his mouth should have been ripped apart to reveal a torn mouth, which was curved in a malice-filled grin. The last thing she saw was darkness as the tentacles moved to cover her eyes, never to see the light again.

Credit To – Ms. Creepypasta