Yesterday was complete Hell. I’m not going to subject you to all
the sordid details, but it involved my roommate, her boyfriend Jim, a
chinchilla, and a very angry biology professor. So, in order to recuperate and
fend off an approaching bout of insanity, I decided to drive out to my favorite
stress relief destination, Cheat Lake. I discovered Cheat Lake’s magical
soothing powers about two years ago when I decided to go exploring on a whim.
However, last night the lake wasn't so soothing. It was actually kind of
horrifying.
I parked off the shoulder of the road on the northeast side of
the lake. Only a short stroll through some woods, nothing more than a little
leisurely nature walk, would bring me to the water. I began moving through the
woods, and tried to identify the types of trees I saw along the way (I had
learned about tree types in a bio class the day before and decided to
practice...I know, I'm nerdy beyond belief). However, about five minutes into
my walk I began to hear strange noises. Initially, I thought they were coming
from an animal, possibly a dog. They were low, guttural growls, at first far
away, but coming closer. I began to walk faster, because the idea of getting
mauled in the woods by Cujo was unappealing, to say the least. All was quiet
for the next couple of minutes, but then the growling started again, closer
than ever. And this time it was different. This time one of the growls turned
in to a high-pitched, eardrum-piercing scream. The scream was especially
terrifying, because it didn't sound scared, it sounded angry. Furious, even. At
that point, I decided it was time to turn around. I started to sprint back
towards my car, tripping and falling over a tree root on the way. How very
“every horror movie heroine that ever existed” of me. I got back up and the
cold ball of terror that had formed in my chest began to thaw when my car came
into view. But when I was only about twenty feet away, my pursuers appeared
between me and safety. I froze, only capable of staring in shock and disbelief.
Two girls. At least, they used to be girls. They were covered in blood
from....well, neck to foot. Because neither of them had heads. Oddly, one of my
first thoughts was How are they growling and screaming if they don't have
heads?, which was quickly followed by Holy shit, they don't have heads! The
girls (ghosts?, zombies?) were approaching me at a steady pace, their hands
clenched at their sides. I began to stumble backwards, because I didn't feel
comfortable letting them out of my sight. Suddenly, their images flickered, and
they reappeared about 5 feet in front of me. I was so startled that I tripped
and fell, leaving me stunned and helpless. At this point, I was pretty much
resigned to my cruel fate. I was going to die in The Middle of Nowhere, West
Virginia, murdered by headless growling ghost-girls. As I was coming to terms
with my imminent demise, a pair of headlights appeared in the distance. The car
was coming fast, and when it sped by the headlights blinded me. When I could
see again, the girls had vanished. For a moment, I stayed on the ground and
stared at the spot they had previously occupied. Then, my sense of self-
preservation kicked in and I scrambled up to race toward my car. Once I was
safely inside, I turned on the engine and tried to gain control of my shaking
hands, because it would be a shame to die in a car wreck after escaping
decapitated ghosts. By the time I finally got back to my apartment, it was
around 11 p.m. My roommate and her boyfriend were gone, and for once I wished
they were there to keep me company. Wow, I was definitely in shock. On
autopilot, I got ready for bead, brushing my teeth and changing into sweatpants
and a Sacramento Kings t-shirt. I left the lights on and curled up under my
heavy comforter with no idea of how to process what I had just experienced. I was
already beginning to question whether or not the encounter had actually
happened. What if I was just going crazy? I mean, my family had always
suspected my Great-Aunt Linda had a mild case of schizophrenia. I was dying to
talk to someone, but who could I tell? I knew none of my friends in Morgantown
would believe me. A few of my good friends in California might be more
receptive, but I also didn't want to risk making them think I was going crazy
on the other side of the country. As the adrenaline wore off, I began to tire
quickly. But before I fell asleep, I formulated a plan. I decided to put my
story online, where I could remain relatively anonymous. Maybe someone will
believe me, or better yet, even contact me to say they experienced something
similar. But I'm a bit of a cynic, so I'm not holding my breath.
Hi Cassandra,
ReplyDeleteMy name's Tim. I'm really interested in what happened to you... and no, I don't think you're crazy. I'd like to get together with you and talk about it more for sure.
I've had a few creepy experiences around morgantown too, but never anything this intense.
You should watch the movie The hunted, it's a bout a screaming ghost at Cheat Lake.
ReplyDeleteCassandra, on the The Hunted DVD, the movie's writer tells a similar story to yours on the DVD's extra feature. You should check it out.
ReplyDeleteCassandra, on the The Hunted DVD, the movie's writer tells a similar story to yours on the DVD's extra feature. You should check it out.
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ReplyDeleteHi Cassandra. My name is Ezekiel Hulse, and I am so sorry this happened to you. I've heard some strange stuff, and to be honest at some point I might see this kind of stuff too. So whatever it is that you need to get out of your chest, I will be happy to share some crazy stuff I've been hearing as well.
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