a 200 page book about a boy named August and he is
a 200 page book about a boy named August and he is a 15 year old boy that is trying to get killed by a serial killer that the small town called the tree man because he is normally found hiding in the forest and a Monday morning august is going to school and he bumps into a boy on a skateboard and august falls in love and the boy on the skateboard help august up and tells him his name and the boy on the skateboard names is Colby and he tells him that he is a new student at a school called creekwood high and that’s the school august is going to so they walk and talk and as they get to the school they see the tree man that is a human indeed kill a teacher and then the tree man enters the school to kill more people and he kills 218 people in that school just for fun then he leave with some of the students a teachers heads as august and Colby call the police to tell them what they saw the police immediately goes to the school and a few days later the school gets shut down and Colby goes to visit Augusta house to explain this whole thing Colby looks out August’s window and sees the tree man staring at them and they gets scared and shocked and as a car drove passed he disappeared and they try to forget about is and think its all in their head they go to the park and play and they talk about deep conversation stuff and that when august tell him he’s gay and Colby tells him he’s gay and they slowly get closer and they share their first kiss with each other and then the tree killer attacks them they hide and he finds them again and they run to an abandoned carnival the tree killer finds a axe and starts chopping trees down august and Colby try to escape and the killer stops them by swinging the axe trying to kill them they escape and they hide needing to come up with a play and they find chain while walking a hiding and they manage to lore The Tree Man Killer into a glass maze And they start running around and the tree man killer gets confused and lost then the tree man killer finds a exit way where August and Colby are standing in August and Colby start beating the tree man killer with the chains and the dreaming killer dies and August and Kobe walk out of the abandoned Carnival Then the narrator says that not everything in life that you think dies dies
The Whispering Woods
The air hung heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth as August trudged towards Creekwood High. It was a Monday, the first day of his sophomore year, and his stomach churned with a familiar mix of anxiety and anticipation. He wasn’t one for crowds, and the thought of navigating the halls of the sprawling high school, trying to find his locker, his classes, his place… it all felt overwhelming.
Suddenly, he bumped into someone, the force of the collision sending him sprawling onto the pavement. A boy, barely older than him, with messy brown hair and eyes that held a mischievous twinkle, offered a hand.
“Sorry about that,” the boy said, his voice a smooth melody. “Didn’t see you there.”
August blushed, his heart hammering against his ribs. He hadn’t noticed the boy on his skateboard, lost in his own thoughts.
“It’s okay,” he stammered, taking the boy’s hand and scrambling to his feet. “I wasn’t paying attention.”
“I’m Colby,” the boy said, a grin lighting up his face. “New kid in town. You going to Creekwood too?”
August, still flustered, managed to nod. He found himself drawn to Colby’s easy charm and the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled.
“Cool,” Colby said, pushing his skateboard off the ground and rolling alongside August. “So, what’s your story?”
As they walked, their conversation flowed like a river, uncovering shared interests and dreams, and a burgeoning connection that felt as natural as breathing. But their walk ended abruptly. A horrifying scream sliced through the morning calm. They turned, their hearts freezing in their chests.
A man, his face twisted with a malevolent grin, stood over a fallen figure, a teacher, his eyes wide with terror. The man was covered in leaves and twigs, his clothes ragged, like a creature of the forest. The legend of the “Tree Man”, the local serial killer whose victims were always found hidden within the woods, came to life in that gruesome tableau.
Before they could react, the Tree Man turned, his gaze sweeping over them with chilling intensity. Then, with a sickeningly swift move, he plunged a knife into the teacher’s heart.
The world seemed to collapse in on itself. Terror gripped August and Colby as the Tree Man entered the school, a whirlwind of violence and madness. It was a nightmare, a gruesome ballet of death where screams and cries were the only music. They watched, frozen in place, as the Tree Man slaughtered students and teachers, leaving a trail of crimson carnage.
By the time he left, taking with him the severed head of a teacher, the once vibrant halls of Creekwood High were a macabre testament to his bloodlust. The official count: 218 souls extinguished.
August and Colby, shaking with the shock of what they witnessed, called the police. The news spread like wildfire, the town plunged into a collective nightmare. Creekwood High was shut down, its classrooms echoing with a ghostly silence.
Colby, feeling responsible for the tragedy that had unfolded, visited August. He wanted to talk, to make sense of the horrific events. As he looked out August’s window, his breath hitched. There, standing in the shadows of the backyard, was the Tree Man.
The horrifying scene dissolved as quickly as it appeared, leaving them both trembling, questioning their sanity. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. They tried to move on, to forget the nightmare.
One sunny afternoon, they found themselves at the park, the familiar swing set a strange comfort. Their conversation, once filled with laughter and shared dreams, now carried a weight of unspoken grief.
“I… I’m gay,” August whispered, the words trembling on his lips.
Colby met his gaze, his eyes reflecting the same vulnerability. “Me too,” he said softly.
The shared secret, the sudden realization of a connection deeper than they had ever imagined, eased the burden of their grief. They found solace in each other’s company, their laughter a tentative step towards healing.
One evening, under the soft glow of the park lights, they leaned in, their lips meeting in a hesitant, trembling kiss. It was a moment of pure, raw emotion, a fragile hope blooming in the face of tragedy. But their moment of peace was shattered.
A twig snapped, the rustle of leaves a chilling reminder of their tormentor. The Tree Man was back.
They ran, their lungs burning, the echoing screams of the dead ringing in their ears. They found refuge in an abandoned carnival, the ghostly remnants of laughter and joy mocking their terror. The Tree Man pursued them, a relentless predator, his eyes burning with a chilling hunger.
They stumbled upon an old, rusted axe, its blade glinting menacingly in the moonlight. The Tree Man, crazed with bloodlust, began chopping down trees, the sound like a macabre symphony of destruction.
Desperate, they sought to escape, but the Tree Man blocked their path. He swung the axe, its sharp edge whistling through the air. They dodged, barely escaping the blade. It was a desperate dance of survival, fear driving their every move.
Their escape was fleeting. The Tree Man, cornered, his eyes burning with a frenzied intensity, chased them through the carnival.
Suddenly, they found themselves in a glass maze, its reflective surfaces creating an endless, confusing labyrinth. They ran, the Tree Man’s enraged bellows echoing through the twisted corridors.
He was confused, lost in the shimmering world of glass and shadows.
As he stumbled towards an exit, August and Colby, seizing their chance, emerged, their faces illuminated by the moonlight. They were armed with heavy chains, found during their frantic flight.
They swung with all their might, the chains striking the Tree Man with a sickening thud. The impact sent him crashing to the ground, his breath hitching in his throat.
They rained blows upon him, their anger and grief driving their actions. The Tree Man, his body riddled with injuries, collapsed, his eyes glazing over. His reign of terror was finally over.
August and Colby, exhausted, battered, and covered in sweat, walked out of the abandoned carnival, the moon casting long, ghostly shadows. The air was thick with the scent of pine, the silence broken only by the sound of their ragged breaths.
As they walked, the narrator whispered, “Not everything that dies, truly dies. The whispers in the wind, the shadows in the woods… they remember. And sometimes, they return.”
The story ends, leaving a chilling echo of the unspeakable horror, a haunting reminder that even in the darkest of times, hope can bloom. And that even though their journey was marked by unimaginable tragedy, August and Colby, bound by a shared grief and a newfound love, were ready to face whatever the future held.
