When I was in sixth grade, I lived in a small town in Northern Iowa. There was one little forested area just outside of town. My friends and all lived in a trailer park that was attached to the forest. We decided to go into the woods one night and fuck around. We were in their for around four hours when it happened.

We were in the dead centre of the woods not having a care in the world. We were just standing and talking at this point. I heard footsteps and crushing leaves behind me so I turned around and saw a figure standing there just staring at me. My friends asked me what was I looking at because they didn't see what I saw. I told them that there was someone there, then I realised that it didn't want to be seen. That is why I was the only one who saw it. It ran away when it noticed me stare back at it.

My friends heard the footsteps retreating from the area. We had decided to quietly and slowly walk out of the woods without encountering anything else that could be potentially dangerous. That did not save us from the terrifying sound the emanated from the general are that it ran toward. It was a loud shrieking sound that closely resembled that of a hand move up and down the strings of a piano, but it had rusty and coarse sound added to it. We got the hell out of there as fast as we possibly could. We all decided not to stop and talk, we just kept on running to our own trailers. We never spoke of it after it occurred.

This was the third part of my series. Here are the links to my other two parts: https://www.reddit.com/r/Ghoststories/comments/akrh8g/a_shadow_from_hell/

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ghoststories/comments/aonm9g/the_devils_church/