Noswad13 story contest 1
Before I start my story, you need to know that this story is completely true. I may have skipped over some things, but these are exact quotes from the journal sitting in front of me. I’m going to tell you the story of my great-uncle Jim. I never knew my uncle Jim because he died before I was born. This story takes place roughly 20 years ago. My uncle decided to go camp out with four of his friends in a log cabin in Seminole National Park in Oklahoma. His friends were supposed to show up a couple days later and Uncle Jim decided to go a few days early. Here goes… July 24, 8:32p.m. “I made it. I finally made it. It took me over three hours to find this damned cabin, but I’m glad I got here. I think I’m going to call it a night, I think I’ll go fishing tomorrow. It depends on how the weather holds up.” July 25, 5:16 p.m. “I actually caught some!!! I was out there on that lake for 4 hours and I caught three fish! I think they call these fish Catfish. They have whiskers so I’m guessing that’s what they are. I’m going to fry them up and see what they taste like.” July 26, 1:20 a.m. “I can’t sleep. I keep hearing scraping sounds on the door and windows and when I go outside to see what it is, there is nothing there. I also think I heard whispering…. Weird.” Now after this page in his journal there are marked out symbols and the word “Demon” scribbled furiously on every page. Nearly every page was ripped partially and it had some sort of demonic symbol on it, except the very last page…. (This page was written approximately from July 26, 1:21 a.m. to July 26, 12:30 p.m.) “They wont get me….I wont let them…. They’re everywhere.” (this part of the page is unreadable)” “I wont let them get me. I taste blood…. I want to DIE!!!! Please, someone kill me….(this part of the page is unreadable)
“HE IS COMING!!!!!(this last part was written very dark and it was underlined several times)”
On this last page there are blood splatters all over the page along with water spots(which I’m guessing are his tears)
Approximately 12:30 p.m. on July 26, my uncle’s friends show up at the cabin. They walk into the cabin and see that all the furniture was turned over and there were “weird symbols” scratched into the walls. And in the floor was Jim’s Journal. One of his friends(lets call him Dave) picked it up and stuck it in his backpack. And then they saw him…… My uncle had hung himself from the rafters with the telephone cord.
His friends went to the park center and they called the police. The police told my family that he just snapped. No drugs were found in the house, nothing.
Then a week after my uncle’s funeral, Jim’s friend Dave showed up at my grandma’s house (his sister) and gave her Jim’s journal.
Every time I think of this story it gives me chills……
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