Scary bedtime stories. Scary forest

Dasha lived in the village. When she was little, her mother died. The father drank himself to death. Grandmother took Daria to her village, but when the girl turned 15, her grandmother had a heart attack. Dasha didn’t go back to the city, and there was no one to see. The village was small, everyone knew each other. And nearby is a dense forest. There were rumors that the girl drowned herself in the river. From unhappy love, or from something else. Nobody went there - there was no need for it. You never know what wanders wildly. Of course, the people were superstitious. They believed in mermen, brownies, and other heresies. Dasha was not one of those people, but she still rarely went into the forest. Only, the code needed it. Except sometimes, to pick mushrooms and chop wood. There is no man, who will do this? Well, I went to that river and wasn’t afraid. What are they afraid of? Rumors are rumors, but going unwashed is also not the point.
Somewhere, when she turned 17, a boy from the city appeared. Call me Vitka. No one could understand what brought him to such a wilderness. Looks rich, drives a nice car. He didn’t have anywhere to live in the village, so he asked to go to Daria’s house. Well, she’s a simple girl, she let me in. I didn’t even think about the consequences. And next door to her, in another house, lived Marya Petrovna. Kind woman, caring. She helped Dasha and replaced her grandmother. She didn’t like this guy right away, she told Dasha, but she didn’t want to hear it.
She and Vitya became friends and fell in love. But he just didn’t want to talk about himself, he said that he had lost his memory. And what he remembers, he didn’t want to remember again. "I am life started a new one“I don’t want the past to torment me.” But she didn’t demand it.
About a month later, he took her into the forest. “Come on, relax, let’s go to the river. Nature is sacred." She couldn’t refuse, she went with him. As we went deeper, she stopped recognizing the forest. And he walks, doesn’t stop, as if he knows where to go. And when she asked to go back, he only walked forward more confidently. It smelled damp and rotten. “Swamp,” Dasha was horrified. “Have you really decided to destroy me?” I started to think. What to do? She was unfamiliar with this part of the forest; she had never been here. And there was no need, the river is not so far away, and it was possible to chop firewood without going into the forest. If he tries to run away, he will give chase. Then it will definitely be the end for her.
- Vitechka, where are we going? “she asked softly, trying not to show her fear.
“I want to show you one place, it’s already very close,” the guy said somehow strangely.
- Vitenka, wait here. I need it, I'll come now.
Dasha turned to the side and went behind the bushes. Vitya did not move from his place and only looked after her, and then turned around, sat down on a stump and looked into the distance. Daria ran behind the bushes and quietly walked on. Slowly, trying not to make too much noise, she moved away from him. “What will happen to me now? Oh, woe on my head." She stopped near a birch tree, leaned on it and took several deep breaths. They moved far from the village, quite far into the forest. The day was cloudy, the sun was not visible. The number of firs became larger as they moved deeper. It's a bad thing.
Then something crunched behind Dasha’s back.
- How long are you staying? — Vitya’s voice came from behind.
“This is bad,” thought Daria.
— I'm coming, I'm coming. “She turned around, Vitya was standing very close. She walked ahead of him to where they stopped. Here the girl abruptly jerked to the side, not making out the road. The summer dress made it very difficult to run, and the sandals did not protect from the branches. He was catching up with her. Then she stopped abruptly - a ravine gaped right in front of her. Someone's strong hand grabbed her, and then she felt severe pain in the back of her head and lost consciousness.
She woke up tied to some spruce tree. Nearby you could hear croaking, the clicking of a fire and the grinding of iron. It was like someone was sharpening a knife. He looked around in fear, a fire was burning a little further away, a man was sitting on a fallen trunk, sharpening a knife. It was Vitya. She didn’t recognize him right away, his hair became disheveled, his hands were covered in wool, with long claws. The clothes were torn in some places and fur was sticking out of them. Sounds, grumbling mixed with growling, came from “Vitya”. The creature turned around and Daria was speechless. In front of her was a man with fur on his face, huge fangs and wolfish amber eyes. The nose, also similar to a wolf, sucked in smells. Dasha lost consciousness.
The girl woke up when it approached her. The creature ran its claw along the girl’s cheek, then licked that place and sharply stuck the knife into the tree next to Daria’s head. He pressed himself against her with his terrible body, which began to look more like a wolf's. The creature whispered something in her ear, burning her with foul breath. The girl tried to move away from him, but the ropes tightly constrained her movements. Then he sank lower, licked her shoulder and forcefully tore her dress with his claws. It tore in the abdominal area. He ran his clawed paw over Daria's skin and went off somewhere. He returned with two pieces of rag. He put one of them in his mouth, leaving only a little outside, and tied the others' mouths. Apparently, no matter what she screamed, and then he left somewhere.
Ten minutes later the creature returned. He gradually began to tear the girl’s dress. Soon only rags hung on her. It began to lick the girl's belly with its long sticky tongue. Then he took the knife and slowly, clearly enjoying it, began to cut through the skin of her shoulder. Tears flowed from the girl’s eyes, her hand was burning. Then the creature scratched her cheek with its claw and sharply ran the knife across her stomach. Blood flowed. Lots of blood. Then he began to cut her legs, drawing some patterns on her body. In the end, he took some kind of iron object that looked like a brand, heated it and leaned it against Dasha’s left shoulder. If it weren't for the gag, the whole village would have heard her screams. Daria lost consciousness.
When she woke up, the creature was building some kind of thing. He untied her. Dasha no longer had the strength to resist, as she was very exhausted. She obediently fell onto the table, he turned her over on her back and tied her arms and legs to her bed. He sprinkled some stinking rubbish on it and began to whisper some kind of spell. Howls and growls were heard from the sides. Only now Daria noticed that the moon was shining brightly in the sky. The creature began to writhe, fell to the ground and its bones began to break. Dasha was excruciatingly scared, but she could not do anything. From all sides, creatures similar to werewolves began to approach her - wolves on two legs that had adopted part of the human physique.
The creature has reincarnated. Drool dripped from his mouth. He leaned over the victim and was already preparing to strike fatal bite when a shot was heard. The werewolf fell to the ground dead, his sides not heaving. He was dead. Daria heard hurried steps, rustling and someone's familiar voice. Her vision blurred, and then she passed out.
She woke up on a bed in some house. A man with a gun was sitting nearby. Looks like it was a forester.
- How are you, daughter?
- Where... where... am I? - Dasha squeezed out.
— Hush hush. Everything is fine.
Then an angry bark was heard. Something hit the door hard. The old man crossed himself, straightened his hat, stood up and began to move the fragile likeness onto a chair towards the door.
- W... What is this? - Daria asked, already coming to her senses.
The old man hesitated. He clearly didn't really want to tell the girl about werewolves.
— These creatures usually appear only during the full moon. Werewolves. They perform their sinister rituals in the forest. Usually they are newcomers and beautiful. They lure unsuspecting girls here, and then all hell breaks loose for them.
Dasha decided that the old man was crazy, but logical explanation this was not the case. The girl began to slowly come to her senses, and after a while he was able to sit up. Then something hit the door with force and the fragile protection creaked. The second blow is a hole in the door. Another thing - and the door is knocked down. With a roar, baring its fangs, the creature burst into the house. The forester did not waste time; he shot the werewolf in the chest and he fell dead. Another one ran towards the house, but the forester killed him before he reached his destination. So he killed 3 more people and grabbed the cartridges.
-Can you go, daughter?
“Yes,” Dasha nodded.
“Then move.”
Together they ran out of the shelter and rushed somewhere in the darkness. Then the old man stopped abruptly and shot somewhere. The werewolf screeched and then fell silent. Grandfather and Dasha ran quickly, lights were already visible ahead. On the way, he killed 10 werewolves, no less. The cartridges were already running out.
“Over there,” the old man pointed his finger somewhere into the distance. - Do you see? Run there. This is a village. Run to the nearest house, knock as hard as you can, beg for help. Understood? Run!
- What about you?
- Run, I said!
Daria rushed towards the light. Behind her, she heard growls and shots, but did not dare turn around. As soon as she reached the first house, she banged on the door.
- What is it, who was carried into such darkness... Oh, Dashenka! What's wrong with you, darling? — Grandma Galya stood on the threshold. She quickly led the girl into the house and closed the door with three locks. Then she quickly went to the window and looked out of it. Another shot rang out.
- Oh, fathers! — She curtained the curtains. - What happened? Tell me, while I go get the first aid kit.
Galina brought medicine and began to treat Daria’s wounds, and she told her how it happened. Baba Galya oohed and ahhed every now and then. At the end of the story, Galina carefully looked out the window again, and then closed the curtain and walked away.
- Eh, this is bad... Bad...
In the morning, people went to look for the forester, but they found only a mutilated body. Apparently the werewolves caught up with him after all. As for Dasha, the next day she immediately left the village, far away. Just not to return.

Two years ago I got lost in the forest. There have never been any large animals there, and the most unusual thing a mushroom picker can see there are squirrels and hedgehogs. But you know, I have never experienced anything more terrible in my life. At night in the forest, many instincts awaken in a human being; the brain that helped you look for mushrooms and berries during the day screams at you in panic: “Run! Save yourself! Maybe now, sitting at home in warmth and comfort, you may think: “What is there to be afraid of, you just need to cast aside your fears and calm down.” I thought so too, I also tried to drive fears out of my head, and, unfortunately, I succeeded.

When it started to get dark, I gave up trying to find the trail, but I didn’t fall into despair - I decided that the next day I would climb the tallest pine tree and maybe from there I could pick up a telephone signal. I had a lighter and some sandwiches with me. I easily lit a fire in a small clearing and even smiled a little, rejoicing at the new adventure.

When it got completely dark, it turned out that there would most likely not be enough firewood to last the whole night. I decided to collect more branches and began to look for them within the circle of light. Having collected one armful, I decided to collect more (I like to do everything thoroughly, for sure). Having thrown the first batch towards the fire, I walked a little further and was surprised that I did not notice a very large and thick branch. It turned out to be not so easy to lift it - the branch was apparently crushed by a trunk or a stone from the other end. I pulled with all my might, and the branch seemed to begin to give in a little, but I still could not pull it out. Deciding to be a little smarter, I took a lighter out of my pocket and illuminated the darkness. For a split second I looked at the large gray stump against which the branch rested, but it was not a stump - it was a creature that would haunt my nightmares for many years to come. It had two powerful arms with which it held a branch, a crooked hairy back, very short legs and eyes that looked at me. I wanted to scream, but I could only stand and watch with my mouth open. All this lasted about three seconds, then the creature threw the branch, instantly jumping back into the darkness. I also didn’t understand how I ended up at the fire, with stunned eyes scanning the dark contours of the night forest.

For a minute everything was quiet and calm. Panic crept into my head: “It threw a branch on purpose! It was waiting for me to go and pull it out in the dark! It's hunting me! My mind became that of a rabbit being chased by a wolf as I realized that the crickets, which had been chirping tirelessly in the darkness, began to quiet down one by one. Behind the circle of light, the sounds of breathing and sniffing could be clearly heard. Right, left, behind... I turned to face the loudest source of sounds, and it immediately stopped - I could only hear something heavy running across in the darkness, trying to get behind me. The sniffing died down, and almost immediately I heard the rustling of leaves. It was another large branch that was pushed into the circle of light, leaving the end in darkness...

By the time morning came, I had already burned all the wood, all the grass nearby, and my jacket. Not seeing anything alive between the trees, I rushed to run as fast as I could, not understanding where. I stumbled, scraped my face on tree branches, but ran forward. I don’t know by what miracle I then ran out onto the highway, which was nine kilometers from the place where I entered the forest. But I understood one thing: you need to trust your animal instincts, no matter how absurd they may seem, because ancient instincts warn you of a danger that is older and more terrible than all the threats known to urban man.

One day I was walking with my dog ​​through the forest. Shanya is a red-haired, medium-sized mongrel. We were already finishing our weekend exercise. Well, then an idea came to mind - why not go a little further? There is a ski base in the forest, in fact, if there is a base, there are also slopes. And so we walk through the forest. The sunset began smoothly, a warm breeze blew. We were about to make a turn and return to the base, but suddenly I noticed a strange shadow around the bend. She stood motionless, I, deciding that it was my friend Anya, began to approach. But Shanya grabbed my pant leg and pulled me sharply, so much so that, losing my balance, I fell. I stood up, swearing and cursing her loudly. And in her eyes I saw such horror as I had never seen. It was as if an electric shock passed through my body. A sharp gust of wind forced me to get up and rush as fast as I could towards the base, Shani was smart enough to run alongside. According to my calculations, we were already approaching the base, but suddenly, without slowing down, I crashed into a snowdrift. Shanya jumped on my back in a panic. Shaking it off, I began to peer into the snowstorm in bewilderment. I know the forest like the back of my hand. We ran correctly. There could be no turns, we could not go off course. Shanya clung to my legs in fear, I attached the leash to the collar, under no circumstances will I leave her, I don’t ask myself if something happens to her. New impulse the wind made me shiver. I tried to suppress my panic. Just a snowstorm. But then my self-hypnosis was interrupted by a groan. It couldn't even be called a groan. Imagine a frightened scream, a heavy groan and a cry for help. All this included this sound. Without talking to Shanya, we rushed into the snowstorm.

We ran for an incredibly long time. But panic and this terrifying scream forced us to run forward. The snowstorm hurt my eyes. But suddenly, as if by magic, it stopped. We stopped and I looked around in fear.

We stood in the center of the clearing, with forest along the edges. There was in the sky full moon, night has fallen. It was not noticeable in the snowstorm, I was horrified to imagine how worried my parents were. My stomach clenched into a knot. Oh... how hungry I was. The horror was so overwhelming that hunger was imperceptible. You'll have to spend the night in the forest. Out of despair, I fell to my knees, Shanya licked my face. And then I remembered my knife, which was always hanging on my belt. My mood has improved. We approached the edge of the forest, I found a small ravine. The wind couldn’t penetrate there, so I decided to settle there for the night. Having collected brushwood, I made a fire. Shanya fell asleep on my lap. I was about to go to sleep, but then I heard voices.

Maybe you have heard the legend about the Cokytos River, one of the five rivers of Tartarus, the river of pain and sorrow. I heard the same voices. They were terrible, numerous moans and pitiful, heartbreaking screams. They made me want to cry, die, believe that life is hopeless. Shanya jumped up and pulled the leash so that it almost slipped out of her hand. Shanya was torn, whining and not listening to commands. Then she threw up her head and howled protractedly, in tune with the voices. I couldn’t stand this anymore, I grabbed her head, I pressed it to me, covering her ears, then I pressed my head to my knees and tried not to listen to these voices. I remembered the most best moments my life, a family that loves me. Gradually the voices became quieter and I fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes, it was morning. Shanya was lying next to me. Seeing that I was awake, she barked forcefully and demandingly. She asked for food. I had nothing to give her; my stomach also ached from hunger. Having gathered our strength, we began to get out of the ravine. I prayed to God that we could return home. That I won’t tell anyone about this and that no one will hear a single complaint from me again. Having climbed out of the ravine, I did not see any clearing, only a forest covered with snow. No hint of a ski slope. Shanya made a jerk to the right. Trusting her, I crawled through the snow after her. I didn't crawl for long. Gradually the forest became thinner. Five minutes later we were already standing on the ski slope. Shanya, feeling the hard snow under her paws, increased her pace. We left the forest without any problems.

At home I lied that we were just lost. After this incident, I became different. I started to love life. I didn't complain about anything else. Over time, I began to wonder. What if this was a lesson of sorts? But I still warned my friend Anya not to walk through the forest with her Dalmatian Gucci. As expected, she didn't listen to me.

A month after that incident, Anya’s mother called me. Anya and her dog did not return from a walk in the forest.

Good day everyone. I want to tell you a story that happened to me in 1991. It was in the Orekhovo-Zuevsky district of the Moscow region. I was 15 years old and I was vacationing there in a pioneer camp (named after Volodya Dubinin) not far from the village of Sobolevo.

To one of the usual summer nights, I, my friend Anton, and two girls quietly left the detachment and went to the nearest forest, knowing that our familiar guys had come to visit us as savages and were staying in tents in the forest, about a hundred meters from the fence. We came to them, a fire, wine, baked potatoes, a guitar, in short, we had a good time. It’s three o’clock in the morning, it’s starting to get light, it’s time to return to the detachment. The four of us went back as we had come. We walked straight through the forest, just in case, not using the forest road, which was 10-15 meters away, so as not to run into the counselors. Having walked about 40 meters away from the fire, I noticed some movement on the road.

Everyone stopped on command and became alert. At first we thought that the guys (savages) decided to scare us. The alcohol in the blood prompted me to scare them back. We moved towards the road and, having approached about five meters, we again saw movement, but immediately realized that these were not savages, this was some kind of strange creature and believe me, when I say strange things, I am not exaggerating! In front of us was something or someone about four meters tall, obviously made of wool. In the darkness neither face nor muzzle was visible, but I immediately felt uneasy. I want to tell you that I am not a timid person and since childhood I have been with my father in the forests, lakes and in the taiga since I was 8 years old. Everyone knew that I was on good terms with the forest! And so I see this something and the brain does not give a classification, what do I see?

It felt like an elk standing on its hind legs. But fear appeared like an animal! After looking at each other and not agreeing on anything, we moved towards pioneer camp. It moved parallel to us. There was a noise in my ears from breaking branches, but we were the ones breaking the branches, the creature moved silently. We ran and it ran, we stopped and so did it. And then, between the fence of the camp and the forest there was a power line and no trees grew under it, just a vacant lot about 30 meters wide. So, I ran across this vacant lot as I don’t remember and a fence (like the ones used to fence off construction sites, concrete, 2.2 - 2.3 meters high ) I flew over, barely touching my hands. In my usual state, I approached the fence, jumped up and did something like a two-step exit, and then threw over one leg, and then the other. This time I jumped over it, as if it were 1.5 m high. Realizing that the girls definitely couldn’t do that, I turned around and the girls and Anton landed on me from the fence. They simultaneously flew over the fence. When we walked into the forest, Anton and I helped them climb over; they could not do it themselves. An incomprehensible creature ran after us to the power line and did not go to the camp. We instantly calmed down and went to the detachment and went to bed as if nothing had happened.

Moreover, the next morning there were no discussions and we were in this forest a hundred times and were not afraid of anything. In general, as I grew older, I blamed everything on alcohol, but literally a month ago my friend told a simpler story. younger brother born in 1980, who was vacationing there that summer, but in a younger detachment. According to him, he saw the same creature, only in the evening and right on the forest road.

One thing is clear: if it had been necessary, it would have caught up with us or not... we ran like the wind. Remembering this story, I can’t calm down, I found out that this camp is abandoned, but the buildings and the fence are still standing, it was renamed " Sosnovy Bor". In the coming days I plan to go there with my team for reconnaissance and, if possible, set up video traps. And you know, now for some reason I’m scared to go there?..

Now I’m 37 and for some reason I want to see this again, I don’t know why.