My father made me get up in the middle of the night to fetch firewood from the forest, which put me at great perplexity in choosing when to get the firewood.
"Move your ass," said the father, without an expression on his face
I got out of my bed and there was a table with a bag in it, I don't really know what was in the bag, but I kept going and took an axe. It was heavy as hell but after a long time I got used to the pain. The forest was so big if I looked behind me, I would see trees, in front of me also tress, literally everywhere.
i go to the forest and pulled the axe .
i heard something behind me a i looked but when i looked i saw nothing
after sometimes i felt like someone is stalking me as fast as i can i looked behind me but saw nothing just trees leaves moving by the air .
I choose a tree and start cutting it
" Cut Cut Cut " voices
one big smash gets close to my ears
got big white light with stone in it.
it pulled him into the hole, cut his fingers, his legs with tentacles like an octopus, got into his organs to eat it bit by bit to left him nothing
The boy is dead