Dark Woods

Finally a new story.

Last week I mentioned a cabin we stopped by in the forest. There’s a lot of cabins in Norway, as you can imagine. It was abounded, and quite a few things were lying around. There were some black hand marks on the wall beside the chimney, and underneath the cottage I found a newspaper from 1978. The front page spoke about the police investigating a couple of priests who had taken part in an exorcism. The subject, a young woman, had been through four others intents before that one, by other people. When we left the place two ravens was flying between the trees a bit further away. So far it’s all true.

We went up the path. We could not see the ravens any more, but we could hear their screams deeper into the woods.

We walked for quite a while. Too long, really.

We should be to the car by now, said Johnny. It wasn’t that far away.

They walked a little further.

We’re not getting anywhere.

I guess we’ll have to turn back, said Jess. We must have taken a wrong turn somewhere. She took her phone out. No coverage.

They walked back for a while. A long while.

They heard the two ravens again. They were closer now.

Another scream. Different. Almost… Human.

Jessica shivered. What was that?

I have no idea. We should have been back to the cabin by now… Johnny looked up at the sky. It was getting darker.

We need to get out of here. It’s getting late. She was looking at her phone, trying to find get contact. Nothing.

It was getting cold, too. They weren’t prepared to stay out at night. They saw a light between the trees. Look! They walked off the path, through the woods.

It was the same cabin. There was a light in the window.

We need to go see who’s there. Maybe they can tell us how to get back.

They went over, and up the stairs. The door was open. Hello? Said Johnny. Is there anybody here?

No answer. He stepped over the threshold.

Johnny, be careful!

He stopped for a moment. Listened. He could hear the burning sound from the chimney. The ravens scream between the trees nearby. Come on, there’s a fire. I’m freezing.

Inside the fire was burning vivid. Twelve lit black candles. There were a lot more black marks on the walls than before.

They walked over to the fireplace, held their hands up to the fire. Jessica looked over her shoulder. She didn’t feel good about this at all. On the wall the black marks had spread. Letters could be seen.

DIE.

She touched johnny’s shoulder, breathing heavily. Johnny turned around. Oh my god, he said. Oh my god. We need to get the fuck out of here.

A woman was standing in the door.

Pale face. The back dress of a widow.

Then she was gone.

Did you see that? Said Jessica. Johnny was as white as the woman.

Yes. Come on!
They ran out, into the forest. Through the darkness. Ravens screaming, and an other voice. Laughing. Vailing. Ravens laughing and screaming.

Jessica stopped.

Johnny? No answer. Johnny, where are you? Her voice was shaking.

A voice further ahead. Johnny! She ran towards the sound. She was back at the cabin. The light was burning vivid in the windows.

Inside the cabin Johnny’s voice was pleading for mercy.

Leave him alone! She leaped up the stairs. Got in the door. There was no one there. The candles. The fire. The writing on the wall.

The door slammed shut behind her. The lights went out.

A cold hand touched her neck.

A raven was laughing all around her.

http://www.ancient-origins.net/news-mysterious-phenomena-unexplained-phenomena/ancient-practice-exorcism-rise-again-001211

I couldn’t fond anything about the exorcist incident from the newspaper in English… Here’s a little bit in Norwegian. https://no.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eksorsisme

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