The Weretree

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Hello there, I'm new to this whole confessional thing, and I'm not sure what to say, but, I'll try my best. It seems like only yesterday I was normal, fucking normal. Well, I guess I should fucking get on with it. It all started three months ago, when I was hiking in the mountains near my hometown, I shouldn't have fucking hiked alone, but I did. I was hiking through the dark green forests and had completely lost track of time. I didn't fucking realize it! By the time I realized how late it was, I was too far in the mountains to hike back before nightfall. So, I set up a camp and prepared to wait out the night.

The night hit fast and the full moon illuminated the surrounding area. I then saw something that chilled me down to my fucking core, my fucking core. I saw it, a sight that would terrify me for the rest of my fucking life. A sight so fucking terrifying that I nearly threw up, fucking threw up. There standing in the meadow...was a tree, a fucking tree. Ignoring my basic instincts, I walked up to the tree and started to observe it. I then tripped over a rock, a fucking rock, and fell onto the tree, receiving a small cut on my hand, a reward for my curiosity. I stepped back in sheer fucking anguish, glaring at the abomination in front of me. A leaf fell off and I knew it was mocking me, fucking mocking me. I went back to camp and sat there, not taking my eyes off of the beast. I had fallen asleep for God knows how long, and when I had opened my eyes they fell upon the demon, who was now in the same exact spot it had been before. And that was the moment in which I knew my life was in danger. Not waiting for sunrise, I packed my things and left, giving one last glare at the demon of the meadow.

Weeks went by and somehow with enough medication, therapy, and lumberjack forums I had regained my sanity and was starting to live a normal life, despite the PTSD, but I should have known that someone who gets attacked by a tree can never live a normal life again. I learned that all too well a month later during the next full moon. This time I decided to stay home and not go hiking, I was walking home from the store where I received my medication and some movies for the weekend. I started to feel weird and uncomfortable; I looked into the sky and saw that the moon was full. At that I dropped my bags and stumbled onto a nearby lawn. My arms stretched outwards and my skin became hard and grooved. I was becoming everything I hated and feared, an inhuman monster, I became...a tree. For how long I was a tree, I don't know. How long I stood unmoving in the front lawn watching people, like a fucking demon from hell I can't say. I found myself in a bush the next morning, not knowing how I got there. I then slunk off to my house, not looking back. I am now writing this from my basement, where I keep myself locked up, in hopes that my inner foliage won't get out...again.



Credited to Macabreman9 

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