The Dark Shadow in the Forest- My True Story

By  Steve Ramsey. Calgary- Alberta.

called Peloponnese forest. The peninsula has been inhabited since prehistoric times. Its modern name derives from ancient Greek mythology, specifically the legend of the hero Pelops, who was said to have conquered the entire region. The name means “Island of Pelops”.

Patras is Greece’s third largest urban area and the regional capital of Western Greece, in northern Peloponnese, 215 km west of Athens. The city is built at the foothills of Mount Panachaikon, overlooking the Gulf of Patras.

Rumor has it that the forest is haunted. Many years ago some poor people were killed in this forest . People who live nearby have often reported sightings of ghostly body parts scattered around on the forest floor and frightening sounds of screaming and human-like tortured cries for help. My friends and I have’d heard and known about this forest . But somehow we had never had the guts to visit it.

Until one day when we got pretty bored of and the haunted forest came across our minds , and we decided to give it a shot. At first, we seemed a bit reluctant but then we all agreed to go and venture it, have fun and make a day outing of it.


It was a foggy and wet night when one of our friend borrowed his father truck and drove us to the forest.We bought some food and supplies.

From the moment I got in the car, I felt like something’s not right I just couldn’t tell what it was. My friends call it paranoia .

But I didn’t want my friends to think that I was afraid so I put a brave face.  When we finally arrived, the road that divided the forest was so dark and cold.  I told you we should come early it is getting darker ,I said. Dont be a chicken Stavrose ,they told me. We parked in closed to an old house, and then made our way through the  trees. Everybody walked so fast and nobody even said a word , I picked a stick as I always do in the forest to hush any animal that might come close to me. I was looking back and to the sides for any movements and my friends was laughing, Stavrose you worry too much, they told me.

The forest was so bushy ,dark and frightening to me. some of my friends were  taken piss and some sipping ouzo drink.We kept walking for minutes until we finally found an open area with a stream of small creek. We sat down and gathered around and started exchanging ideas about the history of this place ,while drinking water and some were taken pictures with old cameras. My friend mentioned  about those people who were killed here , and the gypsy’s girls who were raped and then killed in this forest long time ago by German troops.


When one of my friend was telling his story, suddenly I saw a quick movement in the corner of my eye. I turned around and whatever it was, it was already gone. At first I thought it could be some animal wandering around in the forest. I raised my stick and prepared for a defensive position and all my friends started to get worried , you must be joking Stavrose dont scare us now, they said.

 

But then we heard scratching voices coming from the top of the trees as if there was something up there dragging its body up to it. I looked up and I could make out a vague dark silhouette of a man standing there looking down to us. I started shaking the stick  to it , get out from here, I know marshal art  and I am not good at it so that make me more dangerous and I will hurt you….screamed my voice out. My friends were silent and smiling. “You know marshal art but not good at it ” is that suppose to scare that thing out there ?My friends were all looking at the tree. One of my friends grabbed my shoulder tight and whispered. ”Who’s that?”, pointing at the tree. I was too afraid to break the silence.

”Let’s get outta here” said my friend in a low tone. But we were so scared we got petrified. We all had sticks and rocks in our hands to defend our self.


”We better get back to the car now” I whispered and then started walking. They all followed me silently. As soon as the tall large tree was out of sight we started running as fast as we could. For a moment there I thought the dark figure was coming after us. I was really afraid I kept praying to God while running. When we finally saw our car ,one of my friends  told us that he had left the key in the forest beside the bottle of water over a small rock.

We all started cursing him , I asked them any body can hot wire the car? No one knows how we never done it before and my friend dont want his car to be damaged. We walked to the old house near by ,we decided to break into the abandoned old house and stayed inside until morning though it was dark in there. We didn’t have cellular phones or lab tap in that time. It was easy to get in the house and we all decided to keep some money on the table as a token of our appreciation to any body who own this place and we wrote a letter and kept it on the table. We closed the door and made sure the windows are locked and put some furniture’s behind the door.

That night none of us could sleep. We spent the night feeling frightened in a tiny room in the house. It was a squeeze but we didn’t care. We had back pack , supplies, and blankets. At around 3 AM, I heard light footsteps somewhere in the left wing of the house. I woke up all my friends who just started to feel tired and fall sleep. We squeezed closer and tighter holding our breath. As the sound of the footsteps became louder and louder . My friends closed their eyes tight,  my eyes where wide open now, and my hands were holding the strong large wooden stick I had , I felt like Moses.

We heard scratches like finger nails , something was scratching on the front door. My friends were so worried and we all said that all of us must attack at once if anything come after any one of us as the spartan did . Then I felt a presence in the house with us. I was too afraid. I got the tingling sensation . I can hear the scratch and the foot steps getting closer. It lasted for about thirty minutes. I could feel my friends trying to look around for any strange thing.

The thing was breathing shallow and heavy  in the corner of the house out side of our room .The thing knew we were in the room. When I finally got tired of holding the stick , I got my hands off of it  and embraced myself. But I kept my eyes wide open for any thing might come close , so I can open a river of blood in his face with my Moses stick. My friends had their knives and sharp stones ready. So we all started making scratching sound on the floor with our knives , sticks and stones and we started making scary sounds like a deep animal voices as a bluff. It worked.The thing started to leave us alone and moved away from the room and out of the house .

We sat on the floor there in the dark tiny room for about 3 hours but it felt as if we had been there for ages.
At around 6 am we finally got out of the house and run to the car and stayed in it .When the sky had looked a little brighter and the sun finally rose, we went back to the forest to get the key and we stayed side by side until we went to the spot and found the key. and then we drove back to town as soon as we could.

Nobody talked. We still couldn’t believe our luck. We finally made it back home safe and sound. We didn’t tell the story to the police as we entered the house with out permission. Later one of my friends told the police,  and they went to the house and didn’t see any thing. The house was belong to a lady who passed away and she was buried close to her house in a small cemetery. The house was given to her son ,but he never came to take care of it.

Until today, I still get the goose bumps whenever I think about that terrifying night in that forest. I am sure as hell, will never go back in there even if it was the last safe place on earth. And I will make sure this time to take a cellular phone, lap tOp, a flash light, a legal weapon of some sort .

Thank you for reading.

Σας ευχαριστώ για την ανάγνωση , ελπίζουμε να σας δούμε και πάλι εδώ .Sas ef̱charistó̱gia ti̱n anágno̱si̱, elpízoume na sas doúme kai páli edó̱.

 

Steve Ramsey, PhD.

Calgary, Alberta- Canada.

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