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The original was posted on /r/nosleep by /u/BathroomConnect9392 on 2024-07-15 03:06:10+00:00.

Just so people know, this is part two of what’s happened to me in Stow Vermont. If you want to have a more in depth look to what’s happened so far, then you can either go to my profile or go to this link If you want a basic rundown, I went back to my childhood home and my parents have been experiencing weird things with these kids that either live in the wood or just sneak in there (I’m still not sure). The worst part is that they keep receiving photos of them sleeping. All I want to do is find out what is going on and how I fit into all of this. That’s the gist of what’s happened so far, but I recommend that you still go look at part one so you can help me with all of this mess.

I know it’s been a little bit since I last posted, but things have gotten worse. I can’t leave Stowe anymore. There’s no running away. They won’t stop writing about me, and every note has some cryptic message at the end. Also, this one is going to be a bit longer than my last post. So much has happened in only one day. Thank you guys for trying to help me. I’m going to try and remember what has happened over the past few hours, so some of the details may be a bit fuzzy. 

After I wrote the first story, I went back to the living room with my father. We looked through more of the photos and I saw the scars and scrapes they were talking about. Not only was it on my arms, but they were also covering my back. I lifted up my sleeve and looked for any signs of scars. On my hand, there was a deep brown looking scar. I had never noticed it before, and I don’t think anyone else has. Why wasn’t I remembering anything?

“Your palms were always bleeding,” My dad said from beside me. “You always had cuts on them. Probably from those kids.”

“So what did you do? To me it looks like you did nothing to try and stop it.” I stood up, staring down at him with fury in my eyes. 

“I told you we tried to keep you away from the woods. Then they decided to try and come into the house. That’s how you-”

“That’s how you failed to save me. The only reason I’m still here is because they just so happened to drop me. What do you think would have happened if they had continued forward? I would have disappeared into the woods. Then what would you have done?”

My father stood up swiftly, angry being present across his face. “I tried my best Jason! I tried to keep you safe, but then they decided to start attacking us. They would throw rocks through our windows, try to pop the tires on our car, and come into the house. We were practically never safe when we decided to venture outside.” I could see tears start to form in his eyes. I began to feel guilty for what I had said. “I tried so hard to keep you and your mother safe, then they decided to break into the house and steal you. I tried to run after you, but they were too fast. When they dropped you, they tried to pick you back up but they were too slow. I kicked one of them away and then pulled out my gun. They scurried away and never tried to come back.”

He sat back down and began to cry. His hands now covered his face as I stood before him, staring down at the man who had tried so hard to set me free from the torture that had plagued me all those years ago. Why have they come back now? Did they want me again? I needed to remember and find out what they had done all those years ago.

Before I reached my hand out to comfort my father, I heard a knock. It came from behind me though. I looked back and saw that the curtain was slightly adjusted so I could see the forest that was outside. Except something was blocking my view. I saw a bright orange fox mask peeking at us. Dark brown eyes glared with intent that I couldn’t read.

I jumped up and ran towards the door. I could see that the child in the mask was beginning to run away. I swiftly opened the door and ran outside, trying to chase that creepy kid. Before I could even get onto the porch, I was hit in the head with something cold. I fell over onto my back, pain shooting up my spine as I hit the deck floor. I could hear laughter, and when my sight was adjusted, I could see two more children standing above me. It was the same kids from before. They were still wearing the bear and owl mask. They were the ones who had taken my picture.

“Shit,” I yelled as they ran away with the other masked child. They laughed the whole time as they ran deeper into the woods. My head began to feel like it was pounding, and when I looked for the object that had hit me, I saw that it was the shovel that my father had from before.

“Jason! What happened?” My father rushed to my side and slowly lifted me to my feet.

“They hit me with the shovel,” I said as I slowly stood up. It felt like the whole room was shaking. I could barely stand up. “They ran away back into the woods. Should we try to follow them?”

“Already tried that once. They don’t really like anyone coming in, especially when it’s dark out.”

Of course they don’t, I thought. They don’t want you to come in because they might try to kill you guys. “Don’t try to go in there alone,” I said, more stern than intended.

“We haven’t been in there since you left for college. We don’t plan on going in there anytime soon, but that doesn’t mean that you wander in there alone either. You either take me or one of your friends. Even then I don’t think we should venture there.”

How had the woods that I used to travel in, that I used to be obsessed with, become so terrifying and foreign? Why were these kids back? What were they trying to do? So many questions had flooded my head that I had to sit back down on the cool wooden floor. The fresh forest breeze had begun to settle in and made me feel like I was freezing.

“They left something here Jason.” I looked back at my father as he held two square shaped objects in his hand. One of them seemed to be a piece of notepaper, and the other looked like it might have been another picture. I grabbed the photo first and saw a picture of me looking straight into the camera that was about twenty feet away. I could see the porch and the silhouette of my father behind me. The other piece of paper was in fact a note. The handwriting was terrible, yet still legible.

You’ve been gone for so long little Gecko. The storyteller can still remember you. Do you remember us? Why don’t we play some games to help you remember us?

“Short and straight to the point,” I said aloud. I handed both pieces to him as he stared at them intently. Who the hell is the story teller and how did he know who I was? It was also interesting how they knew I had a gecko mask.  These kids had to be about eight or nine, so how did they know? How old was the Storyteller?

“How did that one get on the roof,” My father said, baffled.

“Wait, what did you say?”

“There’s one of those damn things on the roof. He was right above us.” I quickly grabbed the picture and scanned through it. Sure enough there was a person right above us. He was staring down at the two of us, but he had no mask on. Instead, he had a hat with what looked like long blades of grass that covered his face. The worst part is that you could still see the glint from the camera that was in his eyes. He wasn’t as young as the rest of them either. He was older. “Why doesn’t he have a mask on though?”

I felt myself start to breathe faster as my heart began to pound against my chest. He was up there the whole time, yet I never noticed. How did he not make a sound? I could feel my father’s hand grab my shoulder, trying to calm me down. It worked as I began to slow my breathing. 

“I don’t understand any of this,” I said as hot tears ran down my face. “What did I do out in those woods?”

“Jason, if I had an answer I would give it to you immediately, I just don’t know anything that happened when you walked out into those woods. I thought you would stay on the paths, but those children must have led you somewhere else.”

That’s what the false trails might be, I thought. They created trails that branched off the given paths that we had so I could go deeper into the woods with them. When I looked back at my father, it seemed that he had the same realization. “So if I go down those false trails, then I can find them. I can find out where they are.”

“You are not going to go in there now. You and I are gonna talk and you can find out what you want to do from there.” I agreed with him and we walked back into the house. How had everything gone south almost immediately? I just wanted to visit my parents and talk about how college was. Now I was out here trying to figure out why masked children were harassing my parents. It seemed like they wanted something else from me too.

“Earlier you said, ‘I thought you were happy’. What did you mean by that?”

“Well,” My father said as he fetched another cup from the cabinet above the coffee maker. “They used to come by a lot more often after you left for college. They would come around, take more pictures of us, then just leave notes addressed to you. They wanted you back in the woods. So we told them that you were off at college and that you wouldn’t be back until a while. We gave them jam, honey, and bread to try and make them happy, and it seemed to work. They rarely came by after that, until it was your last year over in Washington. They got more aggressive saying that they needed you back. Th…

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