The Harks

I want to scream. I want to call for help. Or more specifically, I want to stay alive. I can’t see anything. The only thing I can see is the campfire, more nearby the beach. Everything is so dark, lost. I know I can’t escape, my fate will just end like all the others. While I am lying on the soft, cold sand, I’m trying to explain you what happened today. And if anyone finds this note, I just want to tell you, beware of The Harks. I don’t have much time to explain what happened, so I just hope you will understand.

Let’s start where everything started.

It was a normal day. I was walking to school. I’ve always walked to school through the woods. I didn’t had a specific reason to this, but I just thought it was a more fun way. I used to hate our old, boring, small town. I’ve always wondered why people still live there. I live there too, yes, I know. But as I’m still a 14 year old, I don’t have a choice to move. My parents would still think that this was a cosy town. But after this incident, I don’t think they still will. They now don’t know what is happening to me. They don’t know where I am. Nobody does.

Okay, back to the story. As I heard a strange sound coming from a bush nearby me, I decided to slow down. Nothing happened, so I began to walk in a normal speed again. Until I heard it again. I froze. I heard a voice. What was already strange, because nobody would ever be here, in the middle of these old woods. As I froze, someone behind me began to talk. Who or whatever was talking to me, I didn’t understand what the person was saying. It was a strange language I had never heard before.

I turned around. Behind me stood a terrifying creature. It was about 5 feet tall, and had very long limbs. Its face was the most terrifying about the creature. It was smiling to me, with its long, wide mouth full of rotten tooth. It seemed like it didn’t had any eyes, only two dark, brown holes. (At that moment I even wondered how it was seeing me tho). It didn’t had any hair, it just had a pale skin. It didn’t wear any clothes, its body was covered in mud. It smiled at me, in a (very) creepy way. This was enough for me to know what this was. This was a Hark. When I was a kid, my grandparents had always told me stories about these creepy, tall creatures. They said they would lurk in woods, waiting for a target. While I had never seen one here, my grandparents had told me they could be around the whole United States.

While this strange creature was smiling in a creepy way to me, I knew what I had to do. RUN. I ran to school as fast as I could. But it was too late. The creature grabbed me by my back. It placed its long fingers around my stomach until I couldn’t breath anymore. I fainted. When I woke up, I wasn’t in a hospital or somewhere in a place where someone could help me. I didn’t expect myself to be, to be honest. I was lying down in a dark, scary cave.

“Where am I?” I thought. I stood up and began to search for the entry of the cave. I discovered something I didn’t want to discover. I came into a massive room, filled with death bodies. Some of them were hanging with ropes and some of them were lying on the ground. Some bodies were cut into parts. Some were still in its original form. I began to vomit. The smell… It was absolutely awful. After I vomit, I began to run. I didn’t want to end up like all of these people: dead. After some searching I finally found an exit of the cave.

I noticed that it was lying in a forest. Not the forest where I was walking first, another forest. Another, more dark one. I ran to the exit. But then I felt something. Something at my foot. It was a long string, tied from right in front of the exit. I fell. A cage fell from above me. I was now trapped. I sat there, crying in a cage. There wasn’t anything I could do. I heard footsteps. They were coming closer and closer. I looked up. Four Harks were coming for me. They lifted me up and carried the cage. Without saying anything, they walked with me, in the cage, to a place. Far from the cave. The walk took so long, that I fell asleep.

I awoke when the creatures dropped the cage. The cage fell on the ground, with me in it. I knew, this was going to be my end. But it actually, wasn’t. When the creatures did drop me, they just walked away.

“Are they coming back?” I thought. They were gone for 10 minutes now. I was tired of just waiting and crying, and searched for anything that could get me out of this cage. It was a wooden cage, and I guess the creatures were not really smart, because I remembered that I had a lighter hidden in my jacket. I burned a part of the wooden cage and got out. I noticed that the creatures had left me in a hut, nearby the beach. I opened the door of the hut. No locks.

“I am so lucky!” I thought. I ran, and ran, into the darkness. While I ran to the beach, I fell on the sand. That’s when I noticed this here. A kind of… hut, I guess? I found this paper here that I am now writing on. I took the paper and the pencil I found and ran, and ran… I didn’t know where to go. Where was I? I was tired and fell. That’s how I got here. If you’ll find this paper, beware of The Harks.

As I lay down the paper, I know that this will probably be the last thing I have ever wrote. At that moment, I hear something coming from behind me. The voices. The languages. The Harks.

  • Puddin Tane

    I’m curious, do you speak English? Your story doesn’t sound like you do. It is real bad. I’m having trouble translating the grammar. Did you bother to proof read this before submitting this? 1 star. It doesn’t even deserve that.