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2025-04-27 04:12:41The truck roared down the country highway, its headlights cutting a frantic path through the darkness.
Inside, the boys sat in stunned silence. Ben’s knuckles were white against the steering wheel. Mark stared blankly ahead, his chest heaving. Dylan kept glancing over his shoulder, half expecting to see Willy sprinting after them out of the darkness. No one spoke until they reached the safety of town. Ben jerked the truck into the driveway of their friend’s house, killed the engine, and turned to the others. “We can’t tell anyone,” he said hoarsely. Mark shook his head violently. “Are you crazy? We have to tell the cops — tell someone! That guy… those people… they’re still out there!” Ben leaned his forehead against the steering wheel, trying to breathe. “And say what, Mark? That we snuck onto state property because of a dare? That we saw ghosts? That some psycho tried to eat us?” Dylan finally spoke, his voice small: “What if they don’t believe us?” The truck sat silent for a long moment, the weight of it all sinking in. They knew they had survived something no one else could possibly understand. But deep down, a darker fear gnawed at them: Willy was still free. And maybe… just maybe… he was looking for them. Ben didn’t even remember pulling into Chase’s driveway. His hands were still trembling on the steering wheel when Mark reached over and shut the truck off. The three boys sat in silence for a long moment, staring at nothing. The night outside felt too quiet now, like the world was holding its breath. “We can’t stay here,” Dylan finally said. His voice cracked. “If that freak followed us… Chase’s whole family could be in danger.” Ben rubbed his hands over his face, trying to think. “He’s not going to follow us here,” Ben muttered, but even he didn’t believe it. “We lost him back at the gates. And besides, the police were already there.” Mark shook his head, fists clenched in his lap. “You don’t get it, Ben. Willy wasn’t scared of anything. Not the alarms, not the guards. Not even getting caught. You saw the look in his eyes. He liked the chase.” A sudden tap at the truck window made them all jump. It was Chase — their friend — peering inside with a confused frown. Ben forced himself to open the door, trying to act normal, but he stumbled getting out, his legs shaking from the adrenaline crash. “Dude,” Chase said, eyeing them, “what the hell happened? You all look like you saw a ghost.” Ben almost laughed — almost. “Something like that,” he said, managing a weak smile. “Listen… we can’t stay. Just needed to make sure we weren’t being followed.” Chase’s brow furrowed deeper. “Followed? Bro, you’re making no sense.” Ben clapped him on the shoulder. “We’ll explain later. We gotta go.” Before Chase could ask more questions, Ben, Mark, and Dylan piled back into the truck. Ben peeled out of the driveway, tires screeching. (Later that night) They didn’t go home. They couldn’t. Somehow, deep in their guts, they knew — going home would make them easy targets. Instead, they parked at an all-night diner on the edge of town, sitting in a corner booth with untouched plates of food in front of them. Mark kept glancing at the window, half expecting to see a wild-eyed figure grinning back at him from the dark. Dylan was scribbling random words into a napkin, just to keep his hands busy. Ben stared at his untouched burger, his mind spinning. What the hell did Nadia mean? Why couldn’t she leave? Why would she say ‘it would miss me’? A shiver ran down his spine. What if Terrell State wasn’t just a place for the insane… What if it was insane itself? What if it was alive? Suddenly, Dylan’s phone buzzed against the table. The boys all jumped. Dylan grabbed it, fumbling. Unknown Number. He answered, hand shaking. “…hello?” Nothing. Just heavy breathing on the other end. “Who is this?” Dylan said, voice cracking. The breathing stopped. And then — soft, almost like a whisper — a voice spoke. “You forgot something.” The line went dead. Dylan dropped the phone like it burned him. Mark grabbed it, staring at the blank screen, while Ben leaned in, heart hammering. “Who was it?” Ben demanded. Dylan shook his head. “I don’t know… it was like… someone… something… and they said we forgot something.” Ben’s stomach dropped. Had they left something behind? Had they — without knowing — given Willy a way to track them? Across the diner, a man sat alone at the counter, sipping coffee. He wore a gray hoodie pulled low over his face, but something about him felt wrong. His hands were stained… like rust, or dried blood. When he looked up briefly, Mark caught a glimpse of yellowed, cracked teeth — and a wild grin that sent ice down his spine. Mark nudged the others, voice tight. “Guys… we need to leave. Now.” Ben followed his gaze — and his blood froze. The man was watching them. Grinning. Waiting. Ben didn’t wait. He threw a handful of bills onto the table and shoved Dylan and Mark toward the door. “Move. Now.” The bell over the diner door jingled as they stumbled out into the night. Ben turned one last time and saw the man in the hoodie rise slowly from his stool, still smiling, still watching. The boys sprinted for the truck, throwing themselves inside, locking the doors. Ben jammed the key into the ignition — but the engine coughed and sputtered. “Come on!” Ben yelled, pounding the steering wheel. The man was walking toward them now. Not running — just strolling, like he had all the time in the world. The engine finally roared to life. Ben slammed the truck into reverse and peeled out of the parking lot, tires screeching again. They drove in silence for what felt like forever, the empty Texas backroads stretching out in the darkness. Finally, when Ben was sure they weren’t being followed, he pulled off onto a dirt road surrounded by trees. He killed the headlights and sat there, breathing hard. Mark spoke first, his voice barely above a whisper. “We have to go back.” Ben and Dylan turned to stare at him. “What?” Dylan barked. “Are you out of your freaking mind? After everything we just went through?” Mark shook his head. “Think about it. That place… it’s alive, somehow. Nadia said it wouldn’t let her leave. Maybe it won’t let us either. Maybe we’re already screwed and we just don’t know it yet.” Ben swallowed hard. His leg — the one Willy had bitten — still throbbed under the bandage he’d hastily wrapped. It felt… wrong. Like the infection was something deeper than just a bite. Dylan leaned back against the seat, groaning. “I hate this plan already. But you’re right.” Ben looked between them. His friends. His brothers in everything but blood. He tightened his grip on the wheel. “If we’re doing this… we finish it. We go back to Camp Wildwood. We figure out what the hell is happening. And we end it.” The boys nodded grimly. Above them, the stars were swallowed one by one by thick black clouds. The wind picked up, rattling the leaves like bones. It was going to be a long night.
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A Night at Wildwood Return to wildwood
The gates of Terrell State Hospital loomed in the headlights like the jaws of some massive, ancient beast.The boys sat in the truck for a moment, none of them moving.Ben flexed his fingers around the steering wheel.“Once we’re inside,” he said, “we stick together. No running off. No being a hero.”Mark and Dylan nodded.Ben popped the glove compartment and pulled out a flashlight and a rusted baseball bat.It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing.Dylan found an old tire iron under his seat and clutched it like a lifeline.“Should’ve brought holy water and a priest too,” Dylan muttered.They climbed out of the truck and made their way toward the gate.It groaned open slowly under Ben’s push, like it had been waiting for them.The air inside the hospital grounds felt thicker — heavier — like stepping underwater.Their footsteps echoed unnaturally loud on the cracked pavement as they crossed onto the grounds.The camp itself lay hidden beyond the trees, dark and silent.But som
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-27A Night at Wildwood Some doors never stay closed
Years passed, and life went on. Ben, Dylan, and Mark graduated, moved away, started families of their own. They buried the memories of WildWood deep inside themselves, convincing each other it had all just been fear and hallucination — tricks of the dark. But late at night, when the world was quiet and sleep wouldn’t come, Ben sometimes caught a glimpse in the mirror — not of his own reflection, but of twisted trees and rusted gates. And when he drove alone, sometimes the truck’s radio would flicker, a familiar wild laugh slipping through the static. The worst part wasn’t the memories. It wasn’t even the shadows he sometimes saw at the edge of his vision. It was the feeling that maybe — just maybe — he had never really left WildWood. That a part of him was still wandering the woods, still running through the endless night… Still trapped with Nadia, and Willy, and the others. Because some places, once they get inside you, don’t ever let you go. And some doors — no matter ho
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-27A Night at Wildwood The return
The moment Ben stepped past the rusted gates, everything felt wrong. The air was thick with a sense of foreboding, like the earth itself was holding its breath. The familiar trees stood like silent sentinels, their twisted limbs reaching out in unnatural shapes. He hadn’t realized how much the woods had changed, or perhaps it was him that had changed, but the once-eerie landscape now seemed even darker, more alive. The breeze whispered secrets he couldn’t quite catch, but it didn’t matter — something was different, something had awakened.He couldn’t shake the feeling that the woods were watching him, waiting for him to make his next move.Ben hesitated, standing just beyond the threshold of the gate. The path ahead was overgrown, the dirt road buried beneath a tangle of roots and weeds. The forest seemed to close in around him, muffling the sounds of the outside world, leaving only the distant rustling of leaves and the faintest whisper of laughter — or was it a memory?He could feel
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-27A Night at Wildwood The endless night
Ben’s heart pounded in his chest as he took another step back, his feet stumbling over the uneven ground. The laughter came again, louder this time, mixing with the whispers of the others—Willy, Nadia, the nameless faces of the past. They circled him like vultures, their eyes unblinking, their smiles twisted into something grotesque. “You’re one of us now, Ben,” Nadia’s voice echoed, her words distant and close all at once, like the forest itself was speaking. “No,” Ben gasped, shaking his head. His hands trembled, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps. “This isn’t real. This isn’t—” But the forest seemed to swallow his words. The trees groaned, their branches moving in slow, deliberate sways, as if alive, as if they were listening, responding. The air felt thick, oppressive, like something was closing in from all sides. “You were one of us,” Willy’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and mocking. Ben’s gaze snapped to the boy standing at the edge of the clearing—Willy, but
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-27A Night at Wildwood The heart of wildwood
Ben’s world spun as the ground beneath him shifted and cracked, swallowing him whole. His legs gave out beneath him, and he tumbled into the deepening earth, his hands scraping against the jagged edges of the fissures. The sound of his breath, ragged and desperate, was drowned out by the cacophony of laughter and whispers that echoed from all around him. It was as if the forest itself was alive, twisting and pulling at him, dragging him deeper into its depths. He tried to scream, but the air was thick with the weight of WildWood, choking him, pressing against his chest. The laughter of his old friends — twisted and mocking — rang in his ears, warping into something alien, something inhuman. “Ben…” Nadia’s voice slithered through the darkness, and he could almost feel her cold, bony fingers brush against his shoulder. “You can never escape what you are.” The world shifted again, and suddenly, Ben was standing in the center of the camp clearing once more. But it wasn’t the camp he r
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-27A Night at Wildwood The hollow core
The earth beneath Ben trembled again, but this time it wasn’t the pulsing of WildWood. This time, it was something else — a deep, guttural vibration that seemed to echo from the very heart of the forest, a force older and darker than anything he could comprehend. It rippled through him, through his bones, vibrating with an energy so pure and raw it almost felt like a living thing, like the very breath of WildWood itself. For a fleeting moment, Ben felt a shift inside of him — as if something was waking up, stirring to life in the deepest corners of his mind. His vision blurred, the shadows growing thicker, swirling around him like a storm. The faces of the others faded, their hollow eyes turning into something less human, more monstrous, until only the dark forest remained. The forest that had always been there, waiting, patient. “You feel it now, don’t you?” Nadia’s voice was barely a whisper, but it cut through him like a knife. “It’s in your blood. It always has been.” Ben clen
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-27A Night at Wildwood The hollow soul
The world spun violently before Ben’s eyes, the dark shapes of trees and the cold, sharp air blending into a chaotic blur. His body felt weightless, his limbs numb as though he were floating, lost between worlds. He tried to scream, but no sound came, and the darkness thickened, suffocating him, drowning him in a void deeper than anything he had ever felt before. When the world finally righted itself, he found himself back at the camp. But it wasn’t the camp as he remembered. It was something worse, something twisted. The ground was slick with dark, inky tendrils that seemed to crawl toward him, wrapping around his ankles and tugging at his feet. The trees were even more grotesque, their gnarled limbs stretching upward like the hands of a thousand corpses reaching for the sky. And there, standing in the center of it all, was WildWood itself. Not a place. Not a collection of trees and stone. No, it was more than that now. It was a presence, an entity, a force that lived and breathed
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-27A Night at Wildwood The last escape
Ben’s feet pounded against the cracked, uneven earth, his body shaking with exhaustion, but he couldn’t stop. He had no choice but to keep moving. The sounds of WildWood — the whispers, the laughter, the rustling of leaves — followed him, as if the forest itself was reaching out, clawing at his mind, urging him to stop, to return. But he refused. Every step felt like it was dragging him deeper into the forest, deeper into the heart of WildWood, but Ben wasn’t looking back. He couldn’t. He had seen enough. He had felt enough. This wasn’t just a place. It was a prison. And he wasn’t going to let it claim him. The trees seemed to shift around him, bending in unnatural angles, their dark branches scratching at the air, trying to grasp him, to pull him back. The ground felt soft, almost alive, as though it was pushing against him, making every step harder than the last. But he pushed forward, ignoring the pain in his legs, the burning in his chest. Somewhere in the distance, he thought
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A Night at Wildwood The new blood
It had been years since Ben, Mark, Dylan, and the others had fallen into the dark embrace of WildWood. The town had long since whispered their names, calling them the lost, the ones who never came back, but the woods didn’t forget. WildWood was patient, waiting in the silence, hungry for the next piece to devour. And now, a new group of kids were about to stumble into the same trap. ⸻ The night was alive with the hum of crickets and the low rustle of the wind in the trees, the air thick with the promise of something darker. It was supposed to be just another dare. Another night of foolish bravado, of kids trying to prove something — to their friends, to their own fragile sense of immortality. Four friends. Two girls, two boys. All seniors, all hungry for something beyond their small town lives. Grace, the quiet one. Intelligent, sharp, but always on the outside, watching the others, trying to make sense of the world. Travis, her best friend. Always the jokester, the one
A Night at Wildwood Birth of wildwood
It wasn’t always like this. WildWood was once just a quiet, peaceful forest, nestled on the edge of a small, isolated town in Terrell. The land had long been sacred to the indigenous tribes that once lived there, revered for its beauty and tranquility. They spoke of spirits, of ancient forces that resided within the trees, but these were merely stories — tales meant to keep children close to home, out of the dark places of the woods. But that all changed when the Terrell State Hospital was built, a sprawling, ominous facility meant for the mentally ill, many of whom had been deemed ‘too dangerous’ or ‘too strange’ by society. The hospital sat on the outskirts of town, right next to the woods, and though no one could have predicted it, the convergence of these two worlds — the twisted human suffering and the ancient, untouched land — awakened something that had long been dormant. The first signs were subtle at first. Strange noises, whispers in the wind, unexplainable happenings t
A Night at Wildwood Hollowed
Ben didn’t know how long he was gone. Time seemed to lose meaning in the place between waking and death, in the suffocating grip of WildWood. When his senses returned, it was as though his very soul had been torn and rewritten. He was kneeling on the cold, wet ground, his hands pressed into the dirt. His chest heaved with shallow breaths, but his body felt heavy, weighed down with an oppressive force. He could hear the voices again — distant, faint whispers like rustling leaves. “You’re one of us now, Ben,” came a voice that wasn’t his own, but he recognized it. It was Mark’s voice, but warped, twisted. Hollow. “You’ll never leave.” The world around him was darker than it had ever been. The trees were not just trees anymore; they were part of him, feeding off his fear, feeding off the very essence of his soul. They had wrapped themselves around him like vines, as if the forest had claimed him, had devoured him whole. The laughter came again — loud, cruel, and sharp — echoing around
A Night at Wildwood The hollowing
Ben’s scream echoed, but the sound dissolved into the thick, suffocating air. The shadows seemed to stretch out, curling around his body like chains. Nadia’s twisted form stepped closer, her smile widening as if to savor his terror. “You never left, Ben,” she murmured, her voice hollow, as though it came from somewhere deep within the earth itself. “You never escaped. You were always ours, from the moment you crossed that threshold.” Ben stumbled back, his body trembling uncontrollably. He wanted to run, to fight, but his limbs wouldn’t obey. His heart raced, and his throat constricted, as though the forest itself was tightening its grip on him. “You think you can walk away from us?” Nadia continued, her voice growing darker, more insidious. “This place is in your blood. WildWood never forgets its children.” He could feel it now — something far darker than fear. It was like the very earth beneath his feet was alive, pulsing with a sick, rhythmic beat, as though the woods themselv
A Night at Wildwood The dawn
The world shifted again, violently, and Ben’s vision went white as he tumbled through the air. The wind whipped past his face, and for a moment, he thought he might be falling — falling back into WildWood’s grasp. But then, just as quickly, the sensation stopped. He hit the ground hard, his body crashing into something solid and familiar. He groaned, blinking through the blinding sunlight, his breath ragged. When his eyes focused, he saw it — the road. The one that led home. The familiar stretch of asphalt that ran through the town. He wasn’t in WildWood anymore. He had crossed over. For a moment, Ben lay there, gasping for air, his heart still racing in his chest, the taste of the forest still fresh on his tongue. He had done it. He had escaped. The woods were behind him. The shadows were gone. But as he lay there, catching his breath, a cold shiver ran down his spine. Somewhere deep in the distance, beyond the trees, he could hear it again. The faint sound of laughter. Twiste
A Night at Wildwood The last escape
Ben’s feet pounded against the cracked, uneven earth, his body shaking with exhaustion, but he couldn’t stop. He had no choice but to keep moving. The sounds of WildWood — the whispers, the laughter, the rustling of leaves — followed him, as if the forest itself was reaching out, clawing at his mind, urging him to stop, to return. But he refused. Every step felt like it was dragging him deeper into the forest, deeper into the heart of WildWood, but Ben wasn’t looking back. He couldn’t. He had seen enough. He had felt enough. This wasn’t just a place. It was a prison. And he wasn’t going to let it claim him. The trees seemed to shift around him, bending in unnatural angles, their dark branches scratching at the air, trying to grasp him, to pull him back. The ground felt soft, almost alive, as though it was pushing against him, making every step harder than the last. But he pushed forward, ignoring the pain in his legs, the burning in his chest. Somewhere in the distance, he thought
A Night at Wildwood The hollow soul
The world spun violently before Ben’s eyes, the dark shapes of trees and the cold, sharp air blending into a chaotic blur. His body felt weightless, his limbs numb as though he were floating, lost between worlds. He tried to scream, but no sound came, and the darkness thickened, suffocating him, drowning him in a void deeper than anything he had ever felt before. When the world finally righted itself, he found himself back at the camp. But it wasn’t the camp as he remembered. It was something worse, something twisted. The ground was slick with dark, inky tendrils that seemed to crawl toward him, wrapping around his ankles and tugging at his feet. The trees were even more grotesque, their gnarled limbs stretching upward like the hands of a thousand corpses reaching for the sky. And there, standing in the center of it all, was WildWood itself. Not a place. Not a collection of trees and stone. No, it was more than that now. It was a presence, an entity, a force that lived and breathed
A Night at Wildwood The hollow core
The earth beneath Ben trembled again, but this time it wasn’t the pulsing of WildWood. This time, it was something else — a deep, guttural vibration that seemed to echo from the very heart of the forest, a force older and darker than anything he could comprehend. It rippled through him, through his bones, vibrating with an energy so pure and raw it almost felt like a living thing, like the very breath of WildWood itself. For a fleeting moment, Ben felt a shift inside of him — as if something was waking up, stirring to life in the deepest corners of his mind. His vision blurred, the shadows growing thicker, swirling around him like a storm. The faces of the others faded, their hollow eyes turning into something less human, more monstrous, until only the dark forest remained. The forest that had always been there, waiting, patient. “You feel it now, don’t you?” Nadia’s voice was barely a whisper, but it cut through him like a knife. “It’s in your blood. It always has been.” Ben clen
A Night at Wildwood The heart of wildwood
Ben’s world spun as the ground beneath him shifted and cracked, swallowing him whole. His legs gave out beneath him, and he tumbled into the deepening earth, his hands scraping against the jagged edges of the fissures. The sound of his breath, ragged and desperate, was drowned out by the cacophony of laughter and whispers that echoed from all around him. It was as if the forest itself was alive, twisting and pulling at him, dragging him deeper into its depths. He tried to scream, but the air was thick with the weight of WildWood, choking him, pressing against his chest. The laughter of his old friends — twisted and mocking — rang in his ears, warping into something alien, something inhuman. “Ben…” Nadia’s voice slithered through the darkness, and he could almost feel her cold, bony fingers brush against his shoulder. “You can never escape what you are.” The world shifted again, and suddenly, Ben was standing in the center of the camp clearing once more. But it wasn’t the camp he r
