Chapter 1 The Widow Of The Dark Forest Story Begans
Once Upon a time there was Four Groups of Four Teenage Students on each groups two Females and two Males with Four Camp Leaders to guide them to Four different Camp sites deep into the Dark Cold Forrest. It was a Winter Camp for the Criminal and Troubled Teenage Students.
You Know like a Boot Camp but different Like a Summer Camp But a Winter Camp. They all are coming from Juvenile and this is how it worked: one big white Bus comes to pick all of them up they pick Four students each, two males and two Females for the four Groups. They all get on the Big white bus.”
Along with the four cop leaders there were two Male and Two female cops. Four each. Four groups- Camp Leaders, meaning a male cop and a female cop for each group of teenagers. They load them up on the big white bus and a bus driver. Why The four male cops and the four female cops sit on the bus with them. They Travel into this big deep dark forest far, far away in the Big Cold Mountains in Indian Ogle- Mai Valley West Virginia.
The bus parked by a very scary long narrow walking trail where they all had to get off the big white bus and split up in four groups. Then they had to go through the four different walking trails, to four different camp sites carrying carrier’s on their backs.
They all walk to the Middle of the Four walking trails...?”
They Split up into Four groups and walk the Four Walking Trails to the Four different Camp Sites...?”
They Find there Camp sites after long long walks...?”
That is then when they have to start putting up their tints and Cots.
They eat then they sit down around the Camp far Tilling Scary Camp Far Story’s...?”
One the Teenager’s Named Skip got up and told a Scary Camp Far story that was never heard till Before... accept it was told to him By his Great Grandfather whom was a Full Blooded Black foot Indian which made Skip a full Blooded Black foot Indian too...?”
Skip said "I have a story that I was told By My Great Grandfather and now I’m going to till you guy’s in the Year of the 1950′s my Grandfather when he was our age lived in a Reservation in The Mountains of Oge- Mai Valley West Virginia yeah right here in these same Mountains their use to be Indian Reservations that My People lived in and on, My Grandfather said instead of a Medicine Man we Had a Medicine Woman some even called her...?”
A Indian Witch or even a Indian Gypsy that lived up on a Hill in the dark Forrest where the secret Indian Barrel was where she had Barred her long lost Husband Running Bear, was his Indian Name for he was as big as a Bear as strong as an Ox Ran faster then a Chi-ta and eye’s of the Hawk and stood Brave as a Native Warrior his real name was Sunukkuhkau...?”
White people called her...? The Indian Widow of the Dark Forrest...?” her Name Hausis her Indian Name was Wawetseka her and Running Bear had three Beautiful Daughters and two Brave young handsome Son’s she was good Woman and she didn’t Mind helping others until the white men came and Claimed our Lands was theirs and they started Building duplexes and homes we my people had to move off our...?”
Reservations Below the Hill’s of the Reservations in which where Hausis and The Secret Barrel Grounds and her home was..?”
Until a group of young teenager our age back then was parting at one the Duplex homes got drunk and messed up and him and his Buddies started to walk up the deep dark Forrest and Hills and found the secret Indian Barrel grounds and her Home which was Forbidden to pass or even go up to it in other words Trespassing...?”
Where they wasn’t suppose to Be they came and they found our Secret Indian Barrel Grounds where they had Removed the Rocks tore down Wooden Crosses made By our people and Lite a Far in the Middle of the Indian Barrel and which underneath where all our People whom had died there was barred at and started Burning in the far including her husband Running Bear’s and burning them Disrespecting our secret Barrel Grounds and Our People, it was a group of Male teenager’s called The Fire Birds in their leather Jackets.
Not just that though but this group of Teenager’s had left our Secret Barrel grounds Burning along with the Crosses and our Peoples Body’s and walked up the Hill above the Secret Indian Barrel Grounds into the dark Forrest where they had come across now Hausis home where her and her three Daughter’s and Two Son’s Lived...?”
It was at Night and Dark out and her Three Daughter’s and their Husbands and their Children as well as her Two Son’s and their wife’s and their Children was a sleep in their little homes their Mother’s -Hausis little home was in the Middle of all of them.
My Grandfather said their names was Steve, Davy, Shaun. And Peter which was the leader of The Fire Birds reamer they was Drunk and been the so called mean Asses.
Peter whispered oh look the Little Indians all snug like a bug in there Buffalo hides all warm and sleeping like little babies yeah till me guy’s ever smelled Red Skin Hives when they Burn...?”
Grandfather said that Steve said man that’s not cool don’t you thank we’ve done enough Misshape tonight let’s go home man let them be...?”
Peter said why Steve you scared...?”
Steve said what scared of what no I am not scared but why do we got to go do this for... I mean come on they ain’t bothering us...?”
Davy said oh man you know Steve’s a party Boo-per I thank we should just do it man...?”
Shaun said yeah man I’ve never smelt red skin’s hide Burn man what you going to do...?”
Steve said OK I’m the party Boo-per OK if I am such a Party Boo-per then count me out of this one man I have had enough for tonight so till ya what guy’s see you and would not won’t to be you and he ran off he heard about Old Hausis he was not going to be apart of it.
Peter, Davy, and Shaun staid behind and
Shaun said so Peter what you going to do I am with you man...?”
Davy said yeah man what we going to do...?”
Peter light’s a Cig. And he say’s we are going to have a Red skin Bar-B-Que they ripped their shirts off tie it around a stick to make torches and Peter lite them with his Zippo lighter and said let’s go guy’s and they sit Fire to all the little homes around Hausis little home then when they started hearing our People
scream for their life’s and started smelling our people skin burn and hair they couldn’t handle the smell of Burnt hair and skin thoroughgoing up all the way home and never turned back all of Hausis Children and her Grandchildren had Burned to Death in the Fires...?”
She got out but badly burnt herself and that is then when Hausis turned from good to Bad and began to Hunt the three Guy’s that caught her Children and Grandchildren on Fire and burned them to death....?”
That is when This short story becomes a Horror story Hausis had Changed Completely she turned from good to very bad she wanted her Revenge for her Children and her Grandchildren as well as her People My Grandfather me, us The Full Blooded Black foot Indians and she became The Full Blooded Black
Foot Indian of revenge to all that passed her way she was The Widow of the Dark Forrest she was mean she was Vi-shies you would not want to cross her path because if you did you would sure enough to be dead.
Hausis did as I have told you she found them and killed them one by one and they all three died in very Gruesome way’s My Grandfather said they never fount Hausis Body and that she still Roamed these Grounds and this Dark Forrest that the Secret Indian Barrel is still where it was then and so is her little home in which she rebuild her self only she lives there now and will stay there she had to even re-fix.
The Secret Indian Barrel Grounds with the rocks and the Crosses and whom ever May hear her Indian Cry’s why she danced calling all the diseased Indian Spirit’s back and whom may pass The Secret Indian Barrel again will Die... in Gorey Gruesome ways and Skip started Hausis Indian Cry’s thoroughgoing a Pop bottle in the Camp far and it Blew up Scarring them all...?”
The girls Screamed and the guy’s all said dude that was so uncool man not cool man...?”
Skip said what...?”
Jeremy said Dude that was not cool Jesus.
Skip said hey you’s wanted a Camp Far Story man...?”