forum It’s a Horror One on One (Closed)

Started August 05, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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“God, let’s just keep going through the woods. We have to be close to halfway,” Clare said, picking up her backpack and slinging it over her shoulders.

"Bitch, are you serious? It'd be safer to go back to the trail. Whatever fucking shoved its hand into our chest obviously doesn't want us here!" Connor exclaimed

“We don’t know that it was somethings hand! We don’t know what it was, and walking all the way back to the trail would take forever. I don’t want to spend another night here, I would love to go to the end of the trail,” Clare argued.

Connor gave a noise of exasperation. "Okay, fine. We'll keep going through the creepy ass woods to the creepy ass trail. Happy?" they huffed

“Mhm!” Clare hummed, a smile coming back onto her lips once she got her way. She walked back to the door and pulled it open. “Let’s get the hell outta here.”

"Don't have to tell me twice," Connor chuckled before all but jogging out of the cabin. They weren't the most athletic person in the world, but by god they'd run a marathon to get out of that cabin

Clare chuckled and followed Connor out, checking the compas. “Alright, so south east is this way,” she said, pointing in a direction.

"Alrighty," Connor said, walking off the porch. Though they froze up a bit as they saw what looked like markings carved into the trees. "Um…I have shit memory, but were those there before?" they asked slowly

Clare paused as well, standing by Conner as she looked up at the trees. “I don’t think so. I mean, maybe they were and we just didn’t see them because we were distracted by the rain.”

"Okay, okay, but listen. I do a lot of research on symbols and sigils and shit for my storyline, right? That stuff looks a lot like some cult shit," Connor said as they pointed at the runes

“It’s probably just around this stupid cabin, let’s just keep going. If we don’t get rained on again and have to stop, then we could get out of here in, like, five hours tops,” Clare said.

"Okay, but if we get murdered I'm blaming you," Connor huffed, pointing a finger at Clare before beginning to walk in what they assumed was the direction of the trail

“We are not going to get murdered,” Clare said, beginning to walk again. She took a water bottle out of her bag, drinking some before stuffing it back in. “At least it’s not super hot or something.”

Connor made a noise of disgust. "Eugh, yeah. I can't stand the heat. Anything above 85 and I'm done for," they said with a small laugh. They ran a hand absently through their hair as they walked, yawning as they did so

Clare chuckled a tad and shrugged. “I’m usually fine with heat, but if it’s anything under 75, I am wearing a thick jacket. I get cold so easily- I only don’t like the heat because then my hair frizzes up and I look like a lion on crack.”

Connor snickered a bit at that. "You definitely act like a lion on crack most of the time," they joked. "But seriously, how are you cold under 75? 75 is like…nice for me or whatever."

“I think it’s because of the Cuban in me. It’s, like, always super hot down there, so my bloodline is just used to the heat. 85 is comfortable to me,” Clare chuckled with a grin.

"Man, you would never survive where I live. Shit ton of mountains, almost always 60 or below," Connor began to list, smiling a bit as they spoke. "Hell, I bet you'd get frostbite at 50."

“Fuck, you’re right, that sounds like a living hell. I’d be in, like, three layers at all time,” Clare said with a laugh. She looked around, lips pursed as she was subconsciously searching for more dead animals, creepy cabins, or cult symbols.

Connor laughed at that. “Oh yeah, your poor ass would be in a parka the whole time.”

“Damn right. I’d barely even go outside, I bet. Too cold for me,” Clare chuckled, messing with her hair a bit.

"Yep, nope, you'd die," Connor chuckled. They glanced around the forest, the trees seeming almost never-ending as they did so. If they were being honest, it was a little creepy

Clare huffed as she walked, looking around. “I wonder how far we are,” she hummed before promptly tripping and stumbling over something that was sticking up out of the ground. “Jesus, fuck,” she cursed, before noticing what she tripping on. It was something red sticking out of the ground and she frowned. “What is this?”

"Don't…know?" Connor said slowly. They crouched down as they looked at the thing. "Looks like fabric or something. Kinda curious what it is. Should I dig it up?"

“Yeah, let’s see what it is. Least it means someone was in this forest at some point,” Clare said, moving some stray sticks and rocks off of the area.