The signs are posted on every entrance possible: forbidden, beware, do not enter. There were even gates made to keep people out, although no one had maintained them in a while. There are a few unlucky souls that travel too close to this forest and don’t return, and there a rumors of a monster that lives in these woods that takes those inside. All you hear is moaning, howling, and animalistic grunts when you are too close. Some say they have breasts, some say they have cocks…
“Some people are just a bunch of gullible suckers that love a good story. That’s what I say.” Said Tony, the black-haired boy drinking a shitty beer around the campfire with the guys. Even on a trip outdoors, the man had to have his hair gelled. Surrounding him was his long-time friends that he managed to get together for a weekend camping trip. There was Joe, a hairy, slightly chubby, brown-haired guy that looked to be in his mid twenties that was roasting a can of beans over the fire with a special stick he rigged together to keep from burning himself on hot metal. “And that’s why your sleeping bag is furthest from the fire facing out.” Bryan said, feeling out his sleeping bag before hopping in. The dark-skinned man was usually the one getting the group out of trouble. Bryan was wearing a t-shirt and basketball shorts, and was toned and muscular, easily the best looking out of the guys there. “Alright then, let’s get some shut-eye before dawn.” Albert said, already curled up in his sleeping bag. He was the youngest of the group, being 22, which made him the most inexperienced and gullible of the group. He was known to take Tony’s dares or try and get Joe some food when he was too lazy to do it himself, more often than not putting him in trouble. So all together on this camping trip there was Tony the crazy leader, Joe the fat, hairy valet, Bryan the brains and rescue guy, and Albert the kid. No one had any clue about these woods and chose to camp out here anyway. Well, on this particular night, as the sun set they heard some howls and falling trees. Albert was the first to get scared, calling out to the group, “Guys! What was that?” Tony lazily got up and pestered him, “If it’s that much trouble, handle it yaself. Don’t wake me up again until dawn, understand?” before going back to sleep. He knew he couldn’t wake anyone else up, Bryan slept with earplugs in his ears and Joe blew so many farts in his sleeping back that the air around him stank, almost to the point where it could wilt plants. Without much choice, Albert got up from his sleeping bag, grabbed a flashlight, and left the camp to see what the noises were.