Story Kagoween story time

Gather round children (or maybe not its about to get gory) for a Kagoween spooky story.

hey guys you may remember from my last story. this is a new one ive done for Halloween hope you enjoy :)

“There’s something out there.”

The words are scratched into the bark of a tree. I can hear the faint howl of the wind as it whips my hair and tunic. The ground is rocky and uneven as I stumble up the hill out of the grove. A castle at the bottom of the valley draws my attention. Its old stones are lined with moss and vines and a tree has pushed itself through the wooden roof. I trip down the hill, eager to reach the shade of the old keep. A pumpkin on a stake marks the gloomy entrance to the castle and I shiver, the pumpkin reminding me of something I can’t quiet remember...

“There’s something out there."

I step inside the dank shadows and take in my surroundings. A low ceiling adorned with spider web sits above a bed made of furs and straw that had seen better days. In the corner lies a rusted breast plate and a dented shield.

I get to work at once brushing aside the cobwebs and mouse nests. Using my hammer I fell some trees from outside and stockpile wood for a fire. All day and well into the afternoon I work on re-enforcing the stone walls with mud and stone from the ground outside. I bring the pumpkin in to sit with me by the fire as I watch the sun droop lower over the hills.

The sun disappears and it becomes freezing as if the moon is sucking all the warmth from the world. My fire gutters and died and the darkness becomes absolute. I stand stock still my breathe frosting in the freezing air and then from outside over the hills comes a low choked moan, so low it could have been the wind. And then I remember!

I drop to the ground and tear at the packed earth with my hands. I hit wood and haul the chest out of the ground. I knock the lock off with my hammer and open it. Inside lies a sword nestled on a pile of golden coins. I grab the sword and pull the rusty chainmail and the battered breast plate onto my body. Strapping the cracked and splintered shield to my arm I look around for a helmet before I come to the pumpkin. I take it up and carve two eyes into the front before placing it on my head. The silence from outside is complete and I stand facing the door, my breath calming, my eyes and ears straining for a hint of danger...

Something thuds against the wooden door causing it to jump! My breathing starts again, ragged and sharp in the dark. A bubbling growl from outside and then another as the door thumps again. Sweat trickles down my back despite the freezing air and I clench the sword so hard my knuckles go white. The door splinters and a grey, fleshy arm pokes through the hole. I swipe out with the sword taking the arm at the elbow and a pained scream splits the night. The choked moans are getting louder as another arm breaks through the door. I go to attack but the door bursts open and the creature from outside falls in on me. Fingers scrabble at me and its teeth bite into the pumpkin tearing out a chunk. I push it off and roll over screaming as I hack at the ghoul. Blood and chips of bone fly everywhere as I render its head from its body. More monsters pour through the door and I charge forward, strings of pumpkin, saliva and blood flying from my blade in strings.

The moon light spills over me and I’m surrounded by the horde. It surges forward and I spin, slicing into the stomachs of my closest attackers. Lashing out with my shield, I take a rotten head off as my boot crunches the skull of a downed ghoul. The moan is constant now. I realise I’m moaning and sobbing as I wade forward, the snicks and crunches of my weapons making me sick. The shield is ripped from my arm snapping my wrist. I scream as the pain slices through me like a snake under my skin. I fall forward aiming to get to the higher ground of the hill. I scramble up the incline kicking away the grasping hands and losing one of my boots in the process. I fall, rise and then fall again as a ghoul scrambles onto my back. I whip my head backwards mashing the monster’s face into the pumpkin. I scream, feeling its teeth scrape against the back of my head. I roll over, crushing the beast with the weight of my body. I crest the hill, looking back at the seething mass of bodies as they stumbled up the hill on rotten and ruined legs.

I make my way down the hill hoping to lose them in the trees from which I had started the journey this morning. I make it to the tree line and rest against a small willow, the bark scratched with what felt like…letters? I press on as a body makes it to the top of the hill and spills down it.

Mist crawls through the trees as I stagger along in the darkness. Shapes move to either side of me, and snarls and groans whisper through the leaves. The moon strikes through the leaves in places, illuminating small patches of ground. I stop in one of the patches, too tired to continue. The tree closest has letters scratched into it but I already know what they will say. I slump to the ground and tear the battered pumpkin from my head. Taking my sword I approach an un scarred tree and start to scratch letters into the bark, the sap running like milky blood. A choking snort makes me turn and rise as a monster stumbles into the moon light. It charges, one arm dangling from the shoulder. I kick its knees out and slice its head off and it slides to the ground but another comes from the right. I slice the beast from shoulder to hip and spin taking another's knees out from under it. A fist catches me in the face and I fall. I feel a hand plunge into my stomach, tearing the skin open and spilling guts onto the ground. I scream and a hand finds its way into my mouth. The moon watches silently as the monsters converge on me and tear me to pieces.

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“There’s something out there.”

The words were scratched into the bark of a tree. I rose and looked around. The ground in front of me was dug up like a great struggle had been fought there. The tree closest had something scratched into it that made me confused. In crude letters it spelled out:

“It’s not the first time.”