The Skirmish in Shakrol Forest (Part 2)

SiddiQ By SiddiQ, 31st Dec 2010 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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Melanie, her brother Dave and her parents have encoutered some strange things during their camping trip in Shakrol Forest.
A monkey comes up to them and writes some mysterious words in the dirt. Then Dave and Melanie find a hanging skeleton on a tall branch in the forest. But when they run to tell their parents, the skeleton mysteriously disappears. But what's most shocking is that the next morning, Dave disappears without any trace of him.

No Way Out

Note: To read Part One, click here

“Dave!” I shouted. “Dave!”
But there was no response. Mom continuously wept.
“How could Dave just disappear like that?” Dad kept asking.
His bed was perfectly made in the morning. There was no sign of a struggle. It’s as if he left by himself.
“We need to get help.” He finally suggested. “Let’s get to the car.”
I didn’t feel we should leave until we knew if Dave was alright. But calling for help would help with the search for Dave.
We quickly ran towards the area where we had parked our car.
Mom was the first to scream. Then I heard a shout from Dad.
And then finally, it was my turn to scream.

Our car was completely charred black, as if a fire had consumed the entire body. Thin black smoke still billowed from the burnt metal. I noticed one of its rear wheels was missing. Tiny pieces of glass were strewn everywhere around the burning metal. Its bitter smell bounced everywhere.
“How the hell did that happen?” Dad shouted

The Voice

“How could it just happen?” Mom wondered. “We would’ve known it. Our car wasn’t parked that far away.”
“I’ll call 911.” Dad suggested.
He took out his cell phone and began dialing. But one look on his face told me something was wrong.
“It says dead.” He finally said.
“What do you mean dead?” Mom asked.
“It just says dead.” Dad said, a tone of fear in his voice.
He showed the cell phone to us. Sure enough, there was the word DEAD written in big black words across the screen. How is that possible?
“What’s going on here?” I asked.
All of a sudden, my head began to spin. I began to grow dizzy.
The world seemed to bend itself everywhere.
A slight headache began to develop. My vision began to blur. And then, I heard the voice,
Dave is mine…Dave is mine…You will never find him…Dave is mine.”
The voice was a slight hoarse whisper. But it showered fear in so many ways.
And then, all of a sudden, it all went away. The headaches, the whisper, the dizziness.
Someone was shaking my shoulder, calling out my name. My vision cleared. Mom was the one shaking my shoulder and calling my name.
“Melanie!” she was shouting. “What happened? Are you okay?”
I realized I was lying down on the ground. I slowly rose up to my feet. The bitter smell of the burnt car invaded my nostrils but I kept my focus on voice.
What was it? Who was the voice?


It was almost six and still no progress. We were back at our campsite. Mom continuously kept weeping.
I looked at the trees…and saw the skeleton!
And right in front of my eyes, the skeleton disappeared behind the trees!
“There!” I shouted. “I saw him!”
Dad suddenly looked at my direction. “Saw what?” he asked.
“T-the skeleton!” I replied. “I saw it! The same one that hung from the—”.
“Melanie, please.” Mom interrupted, sobbing. “I don’t want to hear—”
“I swear!” I shouted. “I bet it’s still there!”
Before my parents could stop me, I rushed into the forest. I didn’t turn around to see if my parents were following me. I remembered where I had seen the skeleton.
I saw a tree ahead of me and recognized it as the tree Dave and I had first seen the skeleton hang on.
As I neared it, I saw the rope…and the skeleton!
It swung on the rope softly, despite the absence of the wind.
Come child…
What! I thought. Who said that?
Come closer…Jangasta needs you…
Who’s saying that?
I looked up at the skeleton. Was it speaking?
Come closer…join your brother…
Yes, it was the skeleton! Its grin stayed frozen but somehow, it was speaking to me.
“Who are you?” I spoke to it.
After a pause, it spoke,
I am Jangasta, ruler of Shakrol Forest, king of dark magic,” replied the skeleton. “Come closer.
For some reason, I obeyed. I took a few steps closer.
I want to thank you,” Jangasta said. “You have brought me back.
I remained silent. What was this person talking about?
Your brother had spoken the spell that would keep my strength going. I was unable to do it when I was about to be hanged a long time ago. I had spoken out the first two words but I was hanged on this very tree before I had gotten the third word out.
“Where is Dave?” I shouted. “What spell are you talking about?”
Dave is now mine,” replied Jangasta in a whispery tone. “Luckily, I had managed to muster enough strength to take control of a monkey I had found in the woods. I used him to write down the spell on the dirt and hoped that your confusion would drive you to reading out the spell through your lips which it did.
“Where is Dave?” I demanded.
I heard rustling in the woods. Looking behind me, I saw Mom and Dad came running behind me, shouting my name.
Before any of them could say anything, I began first,
“Mom! Dad! Look! That’s the skeleton we were talking about. I pointed at the tall branch.
But when I looked at the branch, I gasped in shock.
The skeleton was gone! Only the rope remained, swinging on its own.
“B-b-but…” I stammered. “I swear! It was right there! It spoke to me!”
“Melanie!” Dad began. “We need to find Dave and get out of here, now! No more of this foolishness!”
“But—” I started.
“No!” Dad shouted.
I realized this wasn’t going to get me anywhere.
I just complied and followed Mom and Dad back towards the campsite. Night was approaching fast.
But I didn’t care about that.
All I cared about was finding Dave.
Where was he?
Who is Jangasta?
Did we really cause all this to happen just by reading those three words?
I'm scared! I'm really scared!

Note: To read Part Three, click here


Black Magic, Disappearance, Horror Stories, Mystery, Scary Stories, Skeleton

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author avatar Mark Gordon Brown
1st Jan 2011 (#)

pretty good story so far...

Happy New Year.. I look forward to more of your writing.

(small error near the beginning - race- trace)

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author avatar SiddiQ
1st Jan 2011 (#)

Thanks Mark! I'll fix the errors.
Happy New Year! Happy Holidays! ;)

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author avatar christopheranton
1st Jan 2011 (#)

That,s a chilling start to my New Year.
I can't wait for the next installment.

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author avatar SiddiQ
1st Jan 2011 (#)

It'll be out soon...once I think of it! ;)
Happy New Year!

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author avatar ppruel
2nd Jan 2011 (#)

Part 1 and Part 2, I feel the presence of characters through their dialogues and actions.

You posess a powerful imagination friend SiddiQ.

Don't stop - explore deeper.

I am one of your avid fan readers. Happy New Year to you and your family circles!

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author avatar SiddiQ
2nd Jan 2011 (#)

Thank you for the support, ppruel!!! Happy New Year to you all!

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author avatar Denise O
3rd Jan 2011 (#)

SiddiQ, I feel the same way as ppruel does. I have watched you grow with each page.
And by the way...ppruel, is not your only fan. LOL
You and yours have a happy and healthy new year!

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author avatar SiddiQ
3rd Jan 2011 (#)

Thanks, Denise O! Likewise, I too enjoy reading your articles! Your five-part story of your life was well worth reading! Happy New Year from all of us!!!!!! :)

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