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A Night at Wildwood
Last Updated : 2025-05-14
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A Night at Camp WildWood is a chilling story about bravery, fear, and the horrors that come out when the sun goes down.
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chapter 1 - Into the mouth of madness
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It all started back in 2002, when three fearless teenagers were dared to sneak into Camp WildWood at Terrell State Hospital. They were boys, of course — eager, cocky, and desperate to impress a group of girls from school. The oldest, Ben, had just turned seventeen. Dylan and Mark, sixteen-year-old twins, were right behind him. All three were star football players at Terrell High, convinced that spending a night at the abandoned camp would be a piece of cake. They were wrong. Chapter 1 - The night was thick with cackling laughter and blood-curdling screams that would have sent anyone sane running for their lives. It was ten o’clock when the boys, their bags packed, said goodbye to their friends. The girls they were trying to impress cried, begging them not to go, calling them crazy. Ben just chuckled as he climbed into his new Chevy truck, Dylan and Mark piling in beside him. They drove off without a care in the world. An hour later, they reached the hospital grounds. Ben slowed down, driving past the entrance, sizing up whether they should really go through with it. “This place gives me the creeps, guys,” Dylan said, peering out the window. “I don’t want to do this. It doesn’t feel right.” Ben smirked. “You want a chance with Cassidy, don’t you? Then man up. Stay one night in a creepy old camp, and you’ll prove you’re brave enough to take her out too.” That was all it took. Ben parked the truck off the road — far enough not to be spotted, close enough to make a quick getaway if needed. They grabbed their gear and headed down the cracked, weed-choked road toward the old gates. Rust clung to the iron bars. Beyond them, the dark shapes of trees stretched into the night sky. They slipped through the gates, glancing around nervously for guards or stray workers. The campgrounds were about a mile in. But they soon discovered it wasn’t just a camp. It was a cemetery too. “This is sick, man,” Mark muttered, reading the broken sign by the cemetery gates. “Can’t we just ditch this place? We’ve got our playoff game against Forney on Friday. I don’t wanna fucking die tonight.” Ben laughed, kicking at a rock. “Some of these graves date back to the 1800s,” he said, his voice low and amused. “That’s insane.” Mark and Dylan shared a look. Doubt flickered across their faces. Just then, Dylan spotted something. “Look, there’s a lake — and an old swing set,” he said, pointing through the trees. “Wonder how many people tried to drown themselves out there…” His voice was a little too excited. “Come on,” Mark said, shouldering his bag. “Let’s pitch the tent, get some sleep. We’ll explore tomorrow.” “Or just get the hell out of here,” Dylan muttered under his breath. The three stood there, motionless, too scared to move without one of the others going first. “Forget sleeping,” Dylan finally said, his voice rising. “I’m not letting my guard down. I don’t even wanna be here.” “Keep it down,” Ben chuckled. “You’re gonna wake the neighbors.” He pointed at the rows of crumbling headstones just yards away. Dylan cursed under his breath, earning a glare from both Ben and Mark. “Just shut up,” Mark said. “We’ll make it through the night. Then we’re out first thing in the morning.” Finally, they found a small clearing by the edge of the woods and started setting up camp. Not that they would get much sleep.Latest chapter
A Night at Wildwood The darkness unleashed
The forest had been quiet for so long, but now it was alive — or rather, it was dying. The air was thick with the stench of rot, the world around them feeling like a wound that refused to heal. As Clara, Lucas, and Ashani struggled to push through the rising tide of shadows, they could feel the darkness closing in, pressing down on them from every side, pulling at their very souls. The air itself seemed to whisper with forgotten words, old and malevolent, like the earth itself was speaking to them in a language that none of them could understand. Beneath their feet, the ground was no longer solid. The once-familiar dirt had turned to something viscous, black and sticky, like tar. It seemed alive, pulsing beneath their steps, eager to drag them deeper into the earth. The roots of the trees had twisted and expanded, creeping like serpents from the soil, stretching and reaching toward the sky, wrapping around anything they could find. The trees, once towering and proud, now seemed bent
Last Updated : 2025-05-14A Night at Wildwood The price of choice
The Decision Clara’s hand hovered over the altar, her fingers aching with the weight of the choice she was about to make. She could feel the darkness beneath her fingertips, pulsating like a living thing. It wanted to consume her, to pull her down into its depths, and for a brief moment, Clara felt a terrible temptation — to let it take her, to let it all end. But then, she heard Emily’s voice again. It was faint, like a whisper carried on the wind, but it was unmistakable. “Clara… please… help me…” Clara clenched her teeth, her heart swelling with pain and resolve. She could still feel Emily in the darkness, trapped but alive, somewhere far beneath the surface, caught between the realms of the living and the shadowed abyss. The creature had taken Emily, yes, but it hadn’t consumed her entirely. There was still hope. With a breath that tasted like ash, Clara made her choice. “We finish what we started,” she said, her voice low but firm. “We bind it. We bind it all.” ⸻ The Bind
Last Updated : 2025-05-13A Night at Wildwood Into the abyss
The Absence of Light Clara’s breath came in ragged bursts, her hands trembling as they searched the ground for any trace of Emily. The forest around them, once dark but familiar, now seemed alien — warped, shifting as if it were breathing in time with the shadows that seemed to stretch further than they ever had before. “Emily…?” Clara called out weakly, her voice hoarse. She barely recognized it, so full of fear and disbelief. Ashani stood nearby, her face pale, her body rigid. She stared at the spot where Emily had stood just moments ago, when they had reached for each other in a desperate bid to hold onto what was left of their humanity. “She’s gone,” Ashani said quietly, her voice cold, resigned. “She didn’t just disappear… The darkness has taken her. She’s changed.” Clara’s hands curled into fists at her sides. It felt as if the earth had swallowed Emily whole, and with her, any hope of reclaiming control over WildWood. She couldn’t let go. She couldn’t accept this. “No. Sh
Last Updated : 2025-05-12A Night at Wildwood The unraveling
The Binding The ground beneath them rumbled, a deep, vibrating hum that echoed through the forest as if the very earth was protesting the act of binding. Emily’s fingers tightened around the flickering flames, her heart pounding with an unfamiliar, suffocating weight. The seed had taken root, and now the vine, still entwined with that monstrous eye, was calling to something ancient, something that had slumbered for far too long. “I can feel it,” Emily whispered, her voice ragged as she extended her hand toward the vine. “The fire’s fading… I don’t know if I can hold it back.” Clara’s hand gripped hers, steady despite the tremor in her chest. “You have to. We all have to.” Ashani, her face grim, nodded. She raised her blade again, eyes scanning the shifting shadows that were now creeping in from all directions. The creature they had seen take form, the Last Name, hovered in the air, its body flickering between solid and shadow, its face contorted into an eternal scream of rage. “
Last Updated : 2025-05-12A Night at Wildwood The seed of the forgotten
The Growing Eye The sound of cracking bark filled the air, sharp and unmistakable. Clara stood frozen, watching as the seed Lucas had carried for so long began to grow, twisting upward like a vine of obsidian. The small eye-shaped object, which had once been merely an eerie symbol in his hands, now pulsed with an unnatural light, sending ripples of shadow across the forest floor. Lucas had dropped to his knees, staring at the vine as it stretched higher, the eye at its core now wide open, gleaming with an almost sentient awareness. “What the hell is that?” Ashani whispered, her hand gripping her blade, eyes darting between the seed’s growth and the surrounding trees. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.” Emily’s breath came in short gasps, her hands trembling. The fire within her flickered in response to the dark energy that was rising, but it was no longer the comforting warmth she’d once known. It burned her, pulling at her insides. “I don’t know,” Clara said, stepping forward, vo
Last Updated : 2025-05-10A Night at Wildwood The weight of silence
The Aftermath Days passed like a slow, steady march, each one blending into the next until time seemed meaningless in WildWood’s stillness. It was no longer screaming in pain, but it wasn’t healed either. Clara woke every morning before dawn, drawn to the edge of Hollow Hill like a moth to the flame. She would stand there, eyes tracing the horizon where the first roots had split open. The sky had returned to its usual pale blue, untroubled by the strange storms and unnatural darkness that had once clouded the land. But the ground beneath her feet had not forgotten. Her grandmother’s journal, filled with sketches and cryptic notes, lay heavy in her bag. The final pages had been torn away, but the warning remained: What was sealed will rise again. Clara had no doubt that it was true. It wasn’t the first time WildWood had fallen silent. The elders, the Daughters of Yanuwah, had all known that peace was fleeting — a brief respite between storms. But this time felt… different. ⸻
Last Updated : 2025-05-09
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