The Siren in the Woods

Almost all images of Siren Head are presented very similarly to each other, featuring Siren Head as a tall, thin, desiccated and dehydrated humanoid with mummified skin and dual sirens on its head. Henderson has confirmed that Siren Head's sirens have the ability of releasing various sounds out of them, such as conversations, white noises, and extremely loud sounds which can damage hearing. Siren Head has been presented with differing objects on its head, depending on two known photographs. These objects re either sighted as a siren or a box shaped speaker. They are similar because they bother include the term known as an amplified box, more commonly known as a siren.

It was late. Like midnight late. Raining, and foggy. Now we don’t know our character yet, so we will just call him Garry. Now, Garry was a forester. He worked in the deepest forests throughout the US. He had seen many horrifying things, but none as horrifying as this.

Garry was walking to his outpost, not a big one, but one to keep him safe at night. It was raining heavy and he had just made it to the outpost before he was completely drenched. It had a table, with two chairs, a cupboard, an oven, and a fridge. Not much, but hey, he’s in a forest. He heard a muffled sound, like a replica, of a child laughing. It echoed through out the forest. Now, Garry did not believe in the supernatural. Although he was raised in a Christian household, he did not think ghosts were real what so ever. He looked out side, taking a sip of his freshly made tea. Squinting, he took another sip. He was to walk outside and look into the distance. Trees sway from side to side, as the wind howled like a dog being teased. He looked up at the moon, as it was bright and reflecting off his tea. He looked into the distance once more. A tree... It was moving oddly, as it wasn’t swaying like the other trees. He looked once again. A tornado siren then went off. A broken one..? The wind howled violently, and it started raining heavier. The broken tornado siren was eerie, despite the fact there was a moving tree..

The next day, Garry got up. He went over to boil the kettle, as he was shocked. A huge humanoid looking footprint, dug in almost, on the ground. He was turning pale. His eyes began to roll back. He saw it. A fifty foot shadow, lurking, almost leaning over him, but not moving. He looked up, to find nothing. He looked back down at the massive shadow. But, it was gone. Not a single shadow insight, unless if you count his and the trees.. But nothing abnormal.. Garry, shocked, in awe, stood there, trying to contemplate on what had just happened. Many paranoid and distressed thoughts filling his head, as he stands there, blank. He snaps back to reality to find the footprint, left by the anonymous creature, gone. What am I on? What the hell was in my Tea? Was That really there? Have I drunk any water today? Am I hallucinating? Garry was scared. Not even that. Scared straight to the point he was crying for help, shaking, fearing for his life and sweating uncontrollably.

Later that night, He heard the same sound of kids, playing in the distance. As it was muffled, He couldn’t make out what the kids were saying. It sounded as though they were singing a song. Not just one kid though. A playground of kids, filled the air. Eerily. They got louder as he slowly approached the stair case. Chills, shivers and sweat. Each slowly running down Garry’s back. Tense and ready for anything, he walks down the steps. A person screamed in the distance. Garry got up, as his natural instinct was to help people in need of it. The screams grew louder as the tower got further away. He approached the person. Or was it a person? A huge creature lurking over trees, looking down at Garry, Walks closer to him. He runs.

As fast as he could, he ran like never before. He runs. And he runs. He doesn’t stop.

He trips..

Garry screams, as his arm is ripped away from his torso..

Blood spills out of his body and onto the forest floor...

Garry. Dying painfully, on the floor of the forest. Being tormented by the monster that lured him there. Garry. Screaming for help.

Nobody can hear you in the forest.

Author Meltdown
Author started with a comment which said "First Story. Tell me if I should make another :)"

After it was marked, this conversation took place. Note AUTHOR: = NoixejJjss, and RIG = Rigarmortis.

AUTHOR: WHY THOS FOT DELETTION

RIG: because it says no fanfictions

AUTHOR: DID U EVEN READ IT Dude This is clearly not a fan fiction lmao

RIG: Yes this is a fan fiction, you didn't create the character siren head, Trevor Henderson did.

AUTHOR: Ok, buster.