I'm leaving this note to whoever unlucky enough to find themselves in this forest. Not as a warning, mind you, think of it as my way of telling you what's to come. This forest is a hunting ground. They are the hunters and we are the preys.
You would probably think that I will tell you to run and never return at this point. Well, sorry to burst your bubble. You can't, nobody can. The sooner you accept that fact, the better. Knowing full well that they might be after you next.
Let me give you a little back story about this forest. We were a small community. Living as peacefully with each other as we are with the nature. It's everyone's vision of a perfect little settlement. Our peace were then disrupted by the discoveries of bodies, or at least what's left of it. It appears that the victim has been hacked by sharp objects - an axe or some kind. The rest of the body parts are nowhere to be seen. That is probably for the best, seeing the visible remains is bad enough.
As time goes, more and more mutilated bodies had been found. There's only one pattern so far, they never go for the younger ones. There's actually a murmur going around that the perpetrators are actually eating us and they're waiting for the young ones to grow up so they can harvest more. I dismissed this a stupid speculation because I know very well that there are no predator to our kind. Or is there? Well long story short, our small community grew even smaller. Victims turned from nobodies to familiar faces. Yes, as there are now fewer of us I started to recognize the victims.
I even had the luxury of witnessing them in action. I watch them as they butchered my neighbor. As soon as they got him, they start by chopping off his feet, crippling him. As he lies helpless on the ground, they proceed to gang on him. Hacking and slashing him into tinier pieces. It took a while, they sure took their time. After the pieces are small enough for them to carry, they take the pieces back with them, leaving bits and pieces that I assume they don't want, all over the place. They did all that to my neighbor as I cowered in fear from behind this rock. I didn't dare do anything, and it's not like I CAN do anything to help him. The best I can do is to hide and pray they didn't notice me.
By the time you found and read this note, I was hopefully long gone. I will tell you how to spot them, it will not protect you or fatten your chance of survival, it can only tell you if they are near. From what I've experienced, they have a certain battle cry that is performed after they hacked their victim's feet, just before their victim falls helplessly to the ground. The shout goes something like this:
"TIMBER!!"
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Wait, kok bahasa inggris? Cerita ini gua tulis beberapa waktu dengan niat mau di submit ke website creepypasta, cuma gua urungkan berhubung mendadak minder. Jadi gua coba post aja disini. Terus kenapa gak di translate? karena cerita ini melibatkan referensi penebang kayu di US sono (teriakan "timber" saat kayu bakal jatuh) yang gak ada ekuivalen nya disini. So, ceritanya gua biarkan dalam bahasa inggris.
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