The forest had a normal name. The name didn't reflect on the things that happened in the forest. It was far from normal. I would tell you the name of the forest, but it's irrelevant at this moment in time. I think its much more efficient to continue with this disturbing tale. That's my opinion. I don't think your's is relevant.
The Sun had shined brightly that day, but the thick canopy of the forest blotted out any form of lighting from above. It just added to the eeriness of the place. 14-year-old Jack skidded to a halt beside one of the larger trees. His bright red BMX would have shone impressively in the sunlight. But there wasn't any. "Dammit." He cursed his good for nothing friends. they had decided to ditch him in the "creepiest place in the neighbourhood. A forest like this would have been a dream for a teenage boys who liked mischief. But there was enough stories to keep even the toughest dudes with hoodies away. But Jack didn't feel afraid. At least, he tried to feel afraid. He'd show them. That there was nothing creepy about the forest.
Seven years ago, on this day, Michael Marcus, a local teen, got lost in the very forest that Jack is in now. He had a torch and a bright red BMX that would have shone in the sunlight but there wasn't any. No-one knows what Michael did that night. Or what someone (or something) did to him. His corpse was found seven days later. There were no wounds on his dead body. The only difference in his appearance from the morning he left his house was a black crucifix sprayed on his back trouser pocket. Tests in a lab couldn't identify the material that the crucifix had been drawn with.
Jack cycled slowly past scores of trees. The forest was quiet small, but the density of the trees created the illusion that the forest was never-ending. Jack turned around, wondering if he was on the right route out of the forest. This was a bad omen.
He hadn't remembered seeing that tree. He shoved his bike on the ground, annoyed with himself. He tried not to panic, but it seemed impossible. The Sun was setting, creating a beautiful red sky, and colouring the clouds a pinkish orange colour. The cheerful colours didn't suit the occasion.
Jack squinted. He though he could see lights. Yes, headlights of a car! He looked again while picking his bike up. It wasn't the headlights of a car anymore. It was an illumanated figure racing towards him. Jack gasped, and ran. It would be the last time he would see his bright red BMX would have shone impressively in the sunlight. But there wasn't any. The figure was of a normal, healthy boy. The one problem was his skeletal face. Jack looked back. He screamed. He didn't normally scream. But this was certainly an exception. Suddenly he felt his feet buckle beneath him. He was helpless. There were more skeletal figures coming up behind him. He tried to scrawl away from the horrific scene, but there was no escaping them. He heard chanting, coming from the ghostly figures. "Those who do not belong to undead will die with seven." They kept repeating this. Although he didn't realised, Jack had made his way to the abandoned forest ranger's hut. Jack drifted dangerously close to the man hole. The boy pulled out a black dagger. The initials "M.M." were scrawled on the blade. Jack arose, legs banging against each other helplessly. "No. No. Please. What is this sh*t?! No. PLEASE!" He backed slowly away. The boy raised his dagger, moving in. Suddenly, he roared, eyes wide. Jack was puzzled, but he wasn't able to to think long about it. He felt the ground leave him. His whole life flashed before him. Jack fell deep down, underground. He died down there. He didn't know it, but he had saved many people. The forest wasn't haunted anymore.
The forest in this story is haunted. It was haunted by pre-historic ghosts, who could only survive by killing an unfortunate soul every seven years. They do this partly because they live on their soul for the next seven years, and also to ease their pain of the regret after an event while they were alive. Because Jack died by falling into the man hole, and not by the ghosts, the ghost perised, therefore freeing the forest of the undead. You could say this is a sad story. But Jack died saving many people. So its also happy. Like I said, your opinion isn't relevant.
