Tales From The Dark Forest
The Dogman Took My Professor. No One Believes Me, But They Will! | Creepypasta | Rain Sounds
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After meeting him and sharing my story, he saw something in me that no one else had. He believed in my dreams and gave me the chance I needed. Dr. Leonard was the first person ever to treat me like family. His kindness and encouragement changed my life. Losing him felt like losing the only real family I ever had. I was devastated when I had learned that Dr. Leonard had gone missing during a research trip to the dense, wet Olympic National Forest in Washington. The news filled me with a deep sense of dread and helplessness. I knew I had to do something. The professor's disappearance was not just a mystery. It was a personal loss that I couldn't just stand by and accept. The helplessness was overwhelming, but my determination to find Dr. Leonard pushed me forward. I knew I had to do something. One evening, I decided to sneak into his office, hoping to find clues about where he had gone. My heart pounded as I rifled through his belongings, eventually coming across his notes and reports about the dog man. I recalled what I had learned about the dog man. A legendary creature, often described as half man, half wolf-like beast, primarily associated with the Midwest and the eastern United States. The fact that there were reports of the dog man in Washington was strange and unsettling. These documents detailed his plan trip to the Olympic National Forest and the surge of dog man sightings that had drawn him there. With this information, I gathered my gear, saved money, and prepared for the journey. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I couldn't sit back and do nothing. The professor had given me so much now it was my turn to find him. Arriving in Washington, I felt a mix of anxiety and determination. The landscape starkly contrasted with the bustling city I had left behind, with its dense forests and overcast skies creating a foreboding atmosphere. The air was damp, and a light drizzle fell as I went to the car rental agency. After renting a car and purchasing all the necessary camping gear, I momentarily sat in the parking lot, gathering my thoughts. The reality of what I was about to undertake began to sink in. I wasn't just going here on a school assignment. I was venturing into the unknown to find someone who had become a father figure to me. Before setting out, I reviewed the professor's notes again. His meticulous documentation was both reassuring and chilling. Flipping through the pages, I read his detailed observations. Professor Leonard's note. Date March 15th. Location. Olympic National Forest. Southwest entrance. Objective. Investigate recent Dogman sightings. Citing reports. Local hunters. Neilton. Heard large footsteps, felt like we were being followed. No visual confirmation. Campers. Hood sport. Unusual howling at night. Different from known wildlife. Ranger report. Amanda Park. Large humanoid figure spotted near the old logging trail. Field observations. Tracks. Large wolf-like prints. Approximately twice the size of a regular wolf. Some tracks show signs of bipedal movement. Sounds. Deep growls. Unlike any known animal in the area. Suspected to be the creature's vocalizations. Behavior. Creatures seems to be avoiding direct encounters. Possibly observing intruders from a distance. Interview locations. Neilton. Hunters Greg and Walt report hearing large footsteps and feeling followed. Hood sport. A librarian reported seeing a large humanoid creature running on all fours. Amanda Park. A park ranger reported a sighting near the old logging trail. Hypothesis. The creature described matches folklore descriptions of the dog man. Its presence in Washington is unusual. Possibly indicating a migration or change in habitat. Reading these notes, a shiver ran down my spine. The professor's detailed observations and the unsettling nature of the reports made the situation feel even more real. I took a deep breath starting the car and began driving towards the forest. My mind racing with fear and determination. The drive to Neilton was a long and winding journey through the heart of Washington's dense forests. My mind was a whirlpool of thoughts and emotions as I navigated the narrow twisting roads. The reality of my mission weighed heavy on me, but I knew I had to press on. The professor's notes were my guide and I clung to them like a lifeline. Neilton was a small, remote town nestled at the forest's edge. With its old wooden buildings and narrow streets, it had a quiet, almost eerie charm. It felt like a place forgotten by time. As I parked my car and stepped out, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. The locals gave me curious glances, but I was here for a purpose. Finding Greg and Walt wasn't difficult. They were well known in the town, and the locals pointed in their direction. When I finally met them, they sat outside a small diner, their faces lined with years of outdoor life. Greg was tall and lean, with a weathered look that spoke of countless hours spent in the sun and wild. His hair was a wiry gray, and deep lines etched his face, giving him a rugged, almost ancient appearance. On the other hand, Walt was shorter and stockier, with a bushy beard that framed his weathered face. His hair was more salt and pepper, and his hands were thick and calloused from years of hard labor. Both men had the worn, seasoned look of people who had spent their lives in the wilderness. Their eyes sharp and alert despite their age, which I guess to be well into their sixties. When I mentioned Dr. Leonard's name and explained why I was there, their expressions shifted from curiosity to concern. They remembered the professor well and were eager to share their story. "We was out in the woods, hiking deep," Craig began, his voice gravely and slow. "Keep hearing these big old footsteps, you know, like something heavy was following us, but every time we turned around, nothing was there." Walt nodded, his eyes wide with the memory. "They never heard nothing like it in all my years. We've been tramping these woods since we were kids." Decided the head back, but then we heard this roar, loud and ugly, like something out of a nightmare. Next thing we knew, we were back at the trail start scared out of our wits. Their account was chilling, and it matched the professor's notes. The dog man was real, and it was here. After thanking Greg and Walt for their time, I returned to my car, my mind racing. The professor's disappearance felt even more ominous now. As I sat in the car, I reflected on my interview. The fear and Greg and Walt's eyes were genuine, and their story was eerily consistent with the reports I had read. I knew I had to keep moving. My next destination was hoodsport. I reviewed the professor's notes again, noting the librarian sighting near Lake Cushman. With a deep breath, I started the car and set off for the next town, determined to piece together the mystery of the dog man and find Dr. Leonard. The drive to hoodsport felt shorter than expected, though my mind was far from at ease. The winding roads through the forest seemed to close around me, the dense foliage creating an almost claustrophobic atmosphere. My thoughts kept returning to Greg and Walt's story and the fear in their eyes. As I approached hoodsport, the landscape began to open up slightly, revealing a more populated and tourist-friendly town. Despite its quaint charm, there was an undercurrent of unease that I couldn't shake. Hoodsport was different from Neilton. It was livelier with more shops, restaurants, and people, yet it still retained an eerie quality. The overcast sky and the ever-present drizzle added to the somber mood. I parked my car near the town center and took a moment to gather myself. According to the professor's notes, my following interview was with the local librarian who had reported a strange sighting near Lake Cushman. The library was a small, cozy building between a cafe and a gift shop. Inside, it was warm and inviting, with the smell of old books filling the air. I approached the front desk, where an older man with silver hair and a shorter beard greeted me with a cheerful smile. "Hello there, can I help you find something?" he asked, his voice friendly and welcoming. "Yes, actually," I replied, trying to steady my nerves. "I'm here about Dr. Leonard. He mentioned you in his notes. You saw something unusual near Lake Cushman." The librarian's expression shifted from friendly curiosity to a serious demeanor. "Ah, yes. I remember Dr. Leonard. Good man. Very curious about the legends around here. Come sit down. I'll tell you what I saw." We moved to a quiet corner of the library, and the librarian began his story. It was late at night, and I was driving home along Lake Cushman. The road was dark, and the only lights came from my headlights. Out of nowhere, I saw this creature, huge, almost humanoid, but running on all fours. It was too dark to see details, but it was moving fast, keeping up with my car. He paused, his eyes reflecting the lingering fear of the memory. I felt like it was chasing me, targeting me specifically. I slammed on my brakes, trying the tricket. In that brief moment, when my headlights illuminated it, I saw its form more clearly. Long limbs, powerful muscles, and eyes that seemed almost human, then it scurried off the road into the darkness. His account was chilling and matched the descriptions in the professor's notes. This creature, this dog man, was unlike anything I had ever encountered in my studies. After thanking the librarian for his time, I left the library, my mind racing with the implications of what I had just heard. Back in my car, I reflected on the interview. The librarian's story was compelling and added another piece to the puzzle. My next destination was Amanda Park. According to the professor's notes, the witnesses there had checked out on their accommodation, but I felt compelled to visit anyway. The drive to Amanda Park was uneventful, but the ominous feeling from the previous towns lingered. When I arrived, the small town seemed even quieter and more remote. I visited the inn where the professor had noted the witnesses had stayed, hoping for any additional clues. The innkeeper confirmed that the witnesses had indeed checked out and left no forwarding information. Feeling a bit disheartened, but not defeated, I decided to find a secluded spot to park my car and sleep for the night. I drove down a dirt road, eventually finding a hidden area where I felt I couldn't be disturbed. The fear of the unknown crept back in as I settled in for the night. My mind replaying the stories I had heard. The forest around me was dark and silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. The nightmares returned, filled with the grotesque images of the dogman. I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, the car shaking slightly as if something had bumped into it. My heart was pounding, and I looked around but saw nothing. Exhausted and scared, I eventually fell back to sleep, determined to continue my search the next day. I woke up with the start, my heart pounding and my mind foggy. The previous night's events replayed in my mind like a bad dream. I stepped out of the car to stretch, but the sight of a large, strange, wolf-like prince in the mud around my car jolted me awake. They were too big to be from a regular wolf, and the realization sent a shiver down my spine. Taking a deep breath, I pulled out the professor's notes again. According to his meticulous documentation, the old longing trail was the best place to start my search. I gathered my gear, determined to find answers, and descended deeper into the forest. The trailhead was overgrown and barely visible, long forgotten by time. It felt almost like stepping into another world. The forest was dense and wet, the ground soft beneath my boots, and the air filled with the scent of damp earth and moss. As I walked, the sounds of the forest enveloped me, the rustling of leaves, the distant calls of birds, and the occasional snap of a twig underfoot. Every noise made me flinch, my senses heightened by the fear of the unknown. I began to encounter unsettling signs. Strange, large, wolf-like prince appeared sporadically along the trail, leading deeper into the forest. Drops of blood accompanied some of the prince, heightened my senses of dread. The deeper I went, the more I felt like I was being watched. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig set my heart racing. I felt as though unseen eyes were tracking my every move. After several hours of hiking, I stumbled upon an old campsite. This one was more recent, with clear signs of someone having been there not long ago. My heart leapt as I spotted torn and bloody pieces of paper scattered around. I carefully gathered them, my hands trembling. The pages were from the professor's notes, torn by what looked like large claws and splattered with tiny drops of blood. I sat down and tried to piece the notes together. The last paragraph sent a shiver down my spine. The creature has not yet confirmed to be the dogman, but the footprints and the growls I hear all correlate to the dogman. Also, I could feel it watching me as I hike. I've never been more excited. I'm going to sleep now, but in the morning, I'm following the footprints. The professor's excitement was apparent, but so was the danger. I felt a surge of determination. I had come this far and couldn't turn back now. Despite the growing threat, I had to find Dr. Leonard and uncover the truth. As evening approached, I decided to set up camp at the abandoned site, feeling it was the safest option given the circumstances. The air was heavy with a promise of rain, and I knew I had to prepare for another wet night. I struggled to get a fire going, and the damp conditions made it challenging to keep the flames alive. Eventually, I managed to coax a small fire to life. It's warmth and light, providing a small comfort amidst the overwhelming darkness. Night fell quickly. The forest around me, becoming a shadowy, threatening presence. The fire light flickered, casting eerie shadows on the trees. I felt a not a fear in my stomach as the sounds of the forest intensified. Strange growls and rustling noises echoed in the darkness, reminding me I was not alone. Curled in my sleeping bag, I tried calming my racing heart. I knew the dog band was out there, somewhere in the darkness. The professor's notes had warned of its presence, and now I was experiencing it firsthand. My exhaustion finally overcame my fear, and I drifted into a restless sleep filled with nightmares of the creature. I awoke suddenly in the middle of the night, my tent shaking slightly as if someone had bumped into it. My heart pounded as I looked around, but the darkness outside revealed nothing. The rain had stopped, leaving an eerie silence in its wake. Exhausted and scared, I eventually fell back to sleep, determined to continue my search the next day. I woke up groggy and uneasy. The previous night's disturbances still fresh in my mind. The first light of dawn filtered through the trees, casting long shadows across the campsite. I stepped out of my tent, stretching and trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. The forest around me was eerily silent as if it was holding its breath. In the daylight, I could examine the campsite more closely. The signs of recent activity were clear, scattered papers, remnants of the fire, and the large footprints leading away from the campsite. I followed the prints a short distance but stopped when I noticed more drops of blood. It sent another shiver down my spine, reminding me of the danger lurking in the forest. I reviewed the professor's notes again, hoping to find additional clues. As I flipped through the pages, I found a section detailing the sightings and behaviors of the dogman. It was clear that the professor had been meticulous in his observations, but there was a sense of urgency and excitement in his writing that mirrored my own feelings. Determined to continue, I packed up my gear and followed the trail deeper into the forest. The sense of unease grew with each step. The forest seemed to close in around me, the trees pressing closer together, their branches forming a tangled canopy overhead. The ground was uneven, with roots and rocks that made every step challenging. As I walked, I began to see more unsettling signs. Mutilated animals laid scattered along the trail, their lifeless bodies, a stark reminder of the danger I faced. Claw marks gouged deep into the barked trees added to the ominous atmosphere. The feeling of being watched was almost unbearable, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was stalking me. Every rustle of leaves and every snap of a twig sent my nerves on edge. I heard soft and indistinct whispers as if carried on the wind. Distant growls echoed through the trees, growing closer with each passing hour. My heart pounded, and I had the force myself to keep moving. Eventually, I stumbled upon more of the professor's belongings. A torn backpack laid at the base of a tree, its contents strewn across the ground. I quickly gathered the scattered items, finding more nodes and a small notebook filled with observations. The professor had been tracking the creature closely, and his last entries were filled with excitement and fear. Reading through his notes, I tried the piece together the professor's last moments. He seemed to follow the same trail, documenting every sighting and sound. His previous entry mentioned hearing the dog man's growls and seeing its eyes in the darkness. He had planned to continue deeper into the forest, hoping to get a closer look. As evening approached, I found a new spot to set up camp. The air was heavy with the promise of rain, and I knew I had to prepare for another wet night. I struggled to get a fire going, and the damp conditions made it difficult to keep the flames alive. Eventually, I managed to coax a small fire to life again. It's warmth, the light provided a small comfort amidst the overwhelming darkness. Slowly, I fell asleep. Suddenly, a loud, guttural growl pierced through the silence of the night, snapping me awake. The sound was closer than ever, vibrating through the ground and reverberating in my chest. The tent lit up briefly as a flash of lightning split the sky, and I saw the shadow of a prominent figure just outside. My breath caught in my throat as I heard heavy footsteps circling my tent, each slow and deliberate, as if the creature was savoring the hunt. The rain began the poor again, and the wind howled through the trees, but I could still hear the creature's low menacing growl. It was right outside. I held my breath, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure it could hear it. The tent fabric rustling as if something were dragging its claws across it, testing its strength. Without warning, the tent collapsed inward as if something heavy pushed against it, pinning me to the ground. I struggled to move, to breathe, my mind racing with terror. The weight lifted momentarily, and I heard the creature move away, but the terror remained, paralyzing me. I laid there, trembling and soaked, listening to the creature's distant growls fading into the night. The fear kept me awake for hours, long after the storm had passed. When the first light of dawn finally broke through the canopy, I knew I had to keep moving. Exhausted and scared, I gathered my things, determined to continue searching for Dr. Leonard. Despite the overwhelming fear, I knew I had to continue. I couldn't turn back now, not when I was close to finding Dr. Leonard. I gathered my gear, ensuring everything was intact, and set off again, following the trail deeper into the forest. As I ventured further, the signs of the dog man's presence became more frequent and unnerving. Claw marks gouged deep into the trees, footprints pressed into the soft ground, and the occasional, tough-defer caught on branches. The forest felt more oppressive, the trees closing around me, and their twisting branches casting eerie shadows. Strange sounds echoed through the woods, unfamiliar calls, rustling leaves, and distant growls. Every now and then, I caught glimpses of movement out of the corner of my eye, but when I turned to look, there was nothing there. My nerves were frayed, and my heart raced with each step. After hours of hiking, I stumbled upon something partially hidden under a pile of rocks. It was a journal, weathered and damp, but still legible. I carefully opened it and realized it belonged to Dr. Leonard. His familiar handwriting filled the pages, detailing his observations and personal reflections. Reading through the journal, I could sense the professor's growing fear and determination. He had been tracking the dog man relentlessly, documenting every sighting and sound. The final entries were especially chilling, with the counts of close encounters and narrow escapes. The last entry hinted at a specific location deeper in the forest, where he had planned to confront the dog man, hoping to gather definitive proof of its existence. With the journal clutched tightly in my hands, I knew I had to continue. The professor's words gave me a strange sense of comfort and resolve. I couldn't let his efforts be in vain. I had to see this through to the end. I took a moment to steal myself, both mentally and physically. I gathered my supplies, making sure I had everything needed. I fashioned a makeshift weapon from a sturdy branch, hoping it would offer some protection. With a deep breath, I set off towards the location mentioned in the professor's journal, driven by a mix of fear and determination. The journal to the location mentioned in the professor's journal was filled with increasing tension. The forest became denser and more forboding with each step. The trees seemed to close in around me, their branches forming a nearly impenetrable canopy. My senses were on high alert, every sound and movement amplified by my fear. The forest was alive with activity, but it felt different now, more menacing. As I pushed forward, I encountered more frequent and ominous signs of the dog man's presence. More footprints were embodied deeply in the ground, leading me further into the woods. Broken branches and claw marks on the trees indicated recent activity. The mutilated remains of animals laid scattered along the path. Their lifeless bodies as stark reminder of the danger I was walking into. The air grew heavier, filled with the scent of decay and damp earth. After what felt like an eternity, I reached the location described in the professor's journal. It was a clearing in the forest, but it felt almost unnatural. The atmosphere was heavy and oppressive, as if the very air was charged with anticipation. The clearing was eerily quiet, devoid of the usual sounds of the forest. My heart pounded in my chest as I prepared myself for what was to come. I positioned myself strategically in the clearing, trying to find a spot where I could see any movement around me. I clutched the makeshift weapon I had fashioned from a sturdy branch, hoping it would offer some protection. I breathed in a shallow, nervous gasps of air as I scanned the edges of the clearing, waiting for any sign of the dog man. The initial sighting was almost surreal. At the edge of the clearing, I saw a pair of glowing eyes staring at me through the dim light. The dog man stood there, its massive form partially hidden by the shadows. The air was thick with tension as we sized each other up, neither of us moving. My grip tightened on the branch, my mind racing with fear and determination. Suddenly, the dog man charged. It moved with terrifying speed and power, crossing the distance between us and seconds. I swung the branch with all my strength, the impact and jarring my arms. The creature snarled and lunged at me, its claws slashing through the air. We struggled desperately, each of us fighting for our lives. The world around me blurred into a chaotic frenzy of movement and noise. The dog man's claws tore through my jacket, leaving deep gashes on my arm. I screamed in pain but managed to jab the branch into its side. The creature roared, a sound that echoed through the clearing that knocked me to the ground. Its hot breath was on my face, its eyes filled with primal fury. I could feel the weight of its body pressing down on me, its claws digging into my flesh. Desperation fueled my movements. I reached for a rock nearby and smashed it into the dog man's head. A yelped in pain momentarily stunned, giving me a brief window to scramble away. My heart raced as I got to my feet, blood dripping from my wounds. The dog man recovered quickly, shaking its head and snarling. It lunged at me again, but this time I was ready. I swung the branch with all my remaining strength, hitting its square in the face. The impact set the dog man reeling, and I took the opportunity to run. My legs felt like lead, but adrenaline pushed me forward. The creature's roar is echoed behind me, but I didn't look back. I bursted through the trees, my vision blurred by tears and sweat. I ran until my lungs burned and my legs gave out. When I had finally stopped, I found myself at the edge of another clearing. Among the scattered belongings, I found a journal that confirmed my worst fears. Dr. Leonard had not survived the encounter. His final entries were filled with a mixture of excitement and dread, documenting his last moments as he faced the dog man. As I read his words, a profound sense of loss washed over me. I had come all this way, risking my life to find him, only to discover his tragic fate. Despite the pain and exhaustion, I knew I had to leave the forest and share his story. The world needed to know what had happened here, the truth about the dog man. With the heavy heart, I gathered the professor's belongings and began the long journey back. My body ate, and my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The forest, once a place of mystery and fascination, had become a graveyard of secrets. As I made my way through the dense trees, I couldn't help but reflect on the journey and the price of uncovering the truth. The return journey was fraught with terror. As night fell, the forest became alive with unsettling sounds. I heard branches snapping and lease rustling, and every now and then, a low growl echoed through the trees. Shadows seemed to move in the corner of my vision, but when I turned to look, there was nothing there. My heart pounded with every step, fear gripping me tightly. At one point, I felt a cold breath on the back of my neck, and I spun around, swinging the branch wildly. There was nothing but darkness in the oppressive silence of the forest. I could feel the dog man's presence, lurking just at a sight, waiting for the right moment to strike. I pressed on, my mind playing tricks on me as exhaustion and fear took their toll. The sounds of the forest seemed to grow louder and more menacing. I heard whispers again, indistinct and eerie, as if the trees were speaking to me. The growls grew closer and more frequent, and I felt the weight of unseen eyes watching my every move. Finally, as dawn broke, I stumbled out of the forest, bruised, bloody, and exhausted. I collapsed on the edge of the road, my body shaking uncontrollably. A passing motorist found me and took me to the nearest town where I received medical attention. As I recovered, I recounted my story, ensuring that Dr. Leonard's legacy and the terrifying truth about the dog man would not be forgotten. The weeks following my escape from the forest was a blur of hospitals, interviews, and endless questions. But none of it mattered to me. The only thing that stayed with me was the profound sadness of guilt over the loss of Dr. Leonard, the only person I had ever considered family. I couldn't shake the feeling that if I had gone sooner, maybe I could have saved him. Memories of the professor flooded my mind, each one more touching than the last. I remembered the first time we met, how he saw potential in me when no one else did. He had taken me under his wing, offering guidance and support when I needed it most. I recalled the countless late night discussions we had, talking about mythology and folklore, and our shared passion for bridging the gap between teacher and student. One memory stood out above the rest. It was a cold winter night, and I was struggling with a particularly challenging research paper. I had been in the library for hours, my frustration mounting as I struggled to find the right words. I was on the verge of giving up when Dr. Leonard found me. "Why the long face, Troy?" he asked. His warm smile instantly put in me at ease. "I can't do this, Professor," I admitted, my voice tinged with defeat. "It's too much. I don't know if I'm cut out for this." Dr. Leonard sat beside me, his presence a comforting bomb to my afraid nerves. You know, Troy, every great journey begins with a single step, and sometimes the path is tough and unclear. But that's what makes the journey worthwhile. He leaned in closer, his eyes shining with the wisdom that only comes from years of experience. You have something special, Troy. A spark that not many possess, don't let frustration dim that light. Embrace the challenges, for they will shape you into the person you're meant to be. His words resonated deeply within me, rekindling a fire I thought had been extinguished. We worked through the night, and Dr. Leonard guided me with patience and insight. By the time the sun rose, not only had I completed my paper, but I had also realized how much he believed in me. His faith and my abilities was unwavering, giving me the strength to keep pushing forward. The guilt of not acting sooner weighed heavily on my heart. I replayed the events repeatedly, wondering if there was something I could have done differently. But deep down, I knew Dr. Leonard wouldn't want me to be consumed by regret. He had always taught me to look forward and to find hope and strength even in the darkest times. Standing at his memorial, I felt a wave of emotions crash over me. The world had lost a vibrant mind, and I had lost a mentor and a friend. But his legacy lived on in the stories he told, and the lives he touched, and the passion he ignited in others. As I placed a hand on the memorial plaque, I whispered the words I knew he would wanted me to remember. Thank you for believing in me. Your light will always guide my way. In memory of Dr. Leonard, the man who taught me that the pursuit of truth is worth any prize, and that the bonds we form can last a lifetime. I vowed to carry on his work to face the unknown with courage and curiosity. His spirit would forever be a part of me, a beacon in the darkness, guiding me forward. [BLANK_AUDIO]