The Ender Forest

Sometimes I think I see things in the forest. Things that nobody else notices. I’m part of a nuclear family and we live in the middle of nowhere. We’re surrounded by miles of trees and even going to school takes a while. It was a real treat just for my parents to drive me out to the nearest McDonalds. Again, it wasn’t because we were poor, it was just because of the distance. We only have three houses in our “neighborhood” and one is currently being built. I never really get to see any friends so the only company I have is my pug. His name is Dozer and I really enjoy talking to and playing with him. I spend most of my pass time playing catch with my puppy and playing video games with people I meet on discord.
Sometimes I think I see things in the forest. Things that nobody else notices. During the night I sometimes sense something watching me. When I peek through the blinds I see slender black figures running through the forest like a playground. They have eyes that glow purple, as well as fog of the same color that engulfs the forest whenever they appear. Whenever I look one of them in the eye, it will stand completely still, and it’s jaw will expand to an impossible length. If I stare at one of them for too long it will start running towards my house. That’s when I will usually sprint out of my room and alert my parents of the creature’s approach. However, as soon as they take a look outside, all of the creatures have perished. My parents get very angry at me afterwards for “wasting their time”. Though, I wouldn’t believe me either.
Sometimes I think I see things in the forest. Things that nobody else notices. I usually stay up very late into the night because of my insomnia. Last night I fell asleep watching television on the living room couch. After a few hours, I was suddenly awoken by a loud crash. I turned on the lights only to see one of those godforsaken creatures experimenting with my television. I tried not to make a sound as I got up from the couch and headed towards the stairs. Then the floor made a crack and it’s neck twisted to face me. I turned around to see the creature standing right in front of me. I felt it’s hot breath going across my face as it gazed into my eyes. In my peripheral vision I could see that the purple fog had engulfed the room. Suddenly, the creature lifted me up by arms as it screeched.
“Ender!”
I closed my eyes and let out a shriek as I braced for the inevitable. All of a sudden, I was dropped onto the wooden floor as the creature disappeared, leaving it’s purple fog as the only evidence of its appearance. My parents scolded me for that incident the next morning. At this point I knew that explaining it all was useless. A little while after, my mother wanted to watch the television, but she couldn’t find the remote. I had a feeling that it was the creature. However, my mother somehow thought that I had taken it, and started interrogating me. When it became apparent that I didn’t touch the fucking romote, my mother began to worry. She thought that a burglar had broken in or something, and my father, well, he just couldn’t care less. All he did was play on his PlayStation 4 ever since he retired from his job.
Sometimes I think I see things in the forest. Things that nobody else notices. I have just woken up and I am currently brushing my teeth. I have already washed my face and taken a shower so I am just about ready for the day. Something odd happened when I woke up, Dozer wasn’t on my bed as per his usual routine. I figured he was just in my mother’s room, or was just playing with one of his toys in the living room. I’m walking downstairs to see where he is.
“Dozer,” I beckoned. Nothing.
I’m walking towards my mother’s room so I can play with Dozer.
“Mom, is Dozer in here?”
“No, I thought he was with you?”
I’m starting to get worried. I pass by the living room and I still don’t see him. He must be in my father’s room. It’s a little unusual, but whatever.
“Dad, is Dozer in here?”
“No, I thought he was with you?”
We reported Dozer’s disappearance to the police and they said they would look into it.
Sometimes I think I see things in the forest. Things that nobody else notices. During the night, I was suddenly awoken by a loud howl. It sounded like Dozer! I followed the sound which led me into the forest. I shined my flashlight towards the noise and I was instantly horrified. I felt as though I was going to vomit at the sight. My poor Dozer. I saw my mutilated puppy being eaten by those fucking creatures. Dozens of tentacles protruded out of each of their heads as they ate. I watched disgusted as they shoved their tentacles into his stomach, searching around for any tender parts of him they could find. The worst part was that he was still alive. He was twitching. He was aggressively vomiting out blood as a purple foam started to ooze from his gaping wounds. His eyes were completely grey and devoid of any hope. My poor Dozer. He felt every single shred of pain. Those fucking creatures! I’m going to kill those fucking creatures! I felt an intense anger flow throughout my body as I started running towards those things.
“You bastards!” I cried out as tears swelled up in my eyes.
RIght as I approached them, however, they all disappeared simultaneously. Gone. all of them. The only thing remaining was a cloud of purple smoke and the corpse of my puppy. I bawled into his fur as I petted him on his head for what felt like an eternity before retreating to my house. Why was this not on the news? Why is this happening to me? Why couldn’t it have been somebody else? I thought to myself as I tried to drift off. The next morning I showed the gruesome scene to my parents who alerted the authorities. The next few days were devoid of emotion. All of us were very quiet. We didn’t- we couldn’t say anything. What could we say? There was now undeniable proof that, what I now call Endermen, exist. Not only that, but my dog is dead and I’m never going to see him again.
Sometimes I think I see things in the forest. Things that nobody else notices. It’s been about a year. We’ve moved to a new house in the suburbs, far away from the old one, and we’ve never looked back. Not a day goes by where I don’t think about Dozer. And I’m lucky if I go a whole day without sobbing uncontrollably into my pillows. I’ve actually made a couple of friends at my new school. We sometimes hang out at the skatepark and go to the mall. And when we aren’t doing that, we’re playing Roblox and talking to each other on Discord. I’m actually doing pretty well in life. I’m actually starting to have hope. Maybe I can finally be happy. Maybe I can finally be free from this heartache. It’s time for me to move forward. Goodbye, Dozer, I’ll see you in paradise.
Sometimes I think I see things in the forest. Things that nobody else notices. Imagine waking up to find your own mother’s head on your bed. I’m still trying to grasp what has happened. The Endermen have finally tracked us down. I witnessed them devouring my mother’s headless, mutilated corpse. I didn’t even bother trying to do anything. I didn’t even tell my father. I just took some sleeping meds and passed out. By the next morning, my father had found out. We notified the police and some officers guarded our house for the next two weeks. I can’t take it anymore. I think I might kill myself soon.
Sometimes I think I see things in the forest. Things that nobody else notices. This morning I woke up to find my father hanging from a noose in his room. The only thing on his suicide note was:
I’m sorry. I can’t handle everything that has happened. I have failed you. Please find a way to live out the rest of your life. Please… live on for the rest of us. We’ll see you on the other side. I love you.
* Richard
Sometimes I think I see things in the forest. Things that nobody else notices. Tonight is my final battle. I see the Endermen outside right now, and I have a clip loaded in my father’s shotgun.
“Take this!” I screamed as I charged at the Endermen.
But when I shot them… nothing happened. The bullets… the bullets went through them.
They are slowly walking towards me. But I’m not going to let them end my life. I’d rather die by my own hands. I put the barrel to my throat and pull the-
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