The 5th Kind
A Strange Tale
The 5th Kind
Two years ago my friends and I were walking through the woods wondering what was in the woods with us. We kept hearing noises around us and Tom (my little brother) was getting scared. I was the leader as we walked through my property. Finally we made it to the campground and set up everything. We had heard about the legend that tells about a sacred burial ground of the Comanche Indians There was one thing extra weird, this area was cursed by the chief of the tribe. There are stories that say, if you are ever on that ground, there will be 5 different kinds of punishment.
We were all standing around the fire telling stories when suddenly we heard a thud. We were all looking around trying to find out where it came from when we heard it again. The noise surrounded us and we heard it again, again, and again getting closer each time. We were all starting to get really scared when suddenly it stopped. That is what was said to be the first kind.
FEAR!
FEAR!
It was getting very uncomfortable, all we knew that there was something going on and we wanted to get out of there. Then suddenly we started seeing shadows jumping around everywhere. They were on the trees, running around, and watching us. This was the second kind.
Throwing SHADOWS!
Throwing SHADOWS!
We were waiting to hear the noise again when suddenly there was a chill that came through and blew out the fire. Sadly it was a new moon that night. That was the third.
Lights Out!
Lights Out!
We were going to run but we heard what sounded like coyotes howling next to us. We could hear leaves crunching, branches breaking, and voices shouting. Then we heard a big roar that sounded like a Native American war cry. When we heard the roar all the noises stopped. This was the fourth kind.
The noises!
The noises!
Just when we thought it was all over, the worst struck. We heard Tommy scream at the top of his lungs. Then he was gone. We all panicked and scattered I could hear everybody screaming. We made a plan that, if we had to scatter, we would meet up at a spot that we all could remember. I had finally made it there and waited for the rest of the night but no one showed up. The next couple of weeks the police kept searching for everyone but didn’t find a trace. The strangest thing is that they didn’t even find a trace of our camp site. I checked out the indian curse and punishments online and found out that we had finally encountered the fifth kind.
The Missing!!
The Missing!!
