In a dark, haunting wood in the middle of the night
If you’re cursed, you’ll see it in the beam of light
It’s the thing of terror, of horror, of screams
It mars you in real life and your dreams
Its skin hangs in tatters, dripping in sheets
Its nimble body can tackle sinister feats
Its long, pointed claws claim you as their own
It stalks you and taunts you when you are alone
Its smell reeks of death, of demise, of decay
The shriek it emits incites unbearable dismay
With your senses assaulted, it’s hard to think straight
When you realize the danger, it’s probably too late
The claws on its fingers gut you if it chooses
Torture and Hades certainly must be its muses
Most likely, though, it will let you get away
And save your anguish for an unmarked day
It will come at night, the thing of horror and screams
It will restlessly infect all your hours and dreams
It will send you to madness, the asylum awaits
To be chosen by the being is the darkest of fates
No survivors can voice its fiendish destruction
It’s not, however, an imaginary construction
One victim’s journal details its story
And outlines its malice, its tenacious fury
So if you’ve ever traversed a wood at night
You may have been spotted by the creature of fright
You may not yet know, but you are its prey
There will be no chance to get away
When you least expect, this monster of the wood
Will come for you and end you for good
You will not know when, you will not know why
But when the Flayed One comes, you’ll want to die.
With the spread of H.D. Wards' journal of The Flayed One, new evidence is cropping up.
These two pictures were submitted from Cedarcrest residents who wish to remain anonymous. The sources, however, swear that these photos contain evidence of The Flayed One.
What do you think? Can you spot the elusive creature who is said to be a master at blending in with the forest?
Legend of The Flayed One: The North American Flesh Monster
The town of Cedarcrest sits adjacent to an infamous town called Oakwood, which is known for harboring various sinister secrets. Oakwood encompasses the Redwood Psychiatric Hospital, a notorious yet overlooked institution known affectionately as The Redwood Asylum by locals—they will, however, deny the asylum’s existence if outsiders ask. They are fiercely protective of the town’s privacy and try to avoid curious tourists looking for photo ops. Torture and hauntings have been reported for well over a century. The history of the place is dark—the woods nearby are darker still.
For in the woods behind Redwood’s decaying stone building sits a large swath of dense forest. Keep out signs warn trespassers to stay out, although some daring (or foolish) souls ignore it. There are numerous accounts over the years of disappearances in these strange, foreboding woods. H.D. Wards, a boy of seventeen, is one of the victims now thought to have disappeared in the forest. His body has yet to be uncovered, but his journal found there lives on.
Like all towns, Oakwood and Cedarcrest’s history is dampened by folklore, legends, and myths.
Legends from the region tell of some mentally unstable patients escaping from the hospital and setting up camp in the woods.
Other tales talk about serial killers hidden by the dense trees who set up camp and stalk their prey.
Others still, though, tell the story of a creature of unknown origins that inhabits the forest. It comes at night to taunt lost travelers, curious teenagers, and those who dare get too close to its habitat deep in the forest clearing. At first, these sightings were ignored as the ramblings of the town’s mad citizens—which there are plenty of, if Redwood Asylum is to be believed.
In more recent years, though, as sightings, photographs, and witness accounts have matched up, monster chasers have trekked the woods in search of a humanistic being with terrifying features. No definitive proof of the creature’s existence has been uncovered by any scientific investigations. The one known as “The Flayed One” by residents remains a myth, a campfire ghost story that some swear is real and some swear is crockery. Still, locals talk about odd occurrences, strange noises in the night, and several people driven mad by the appearance of a creature that “comes at night” according to several accounts.
According to interviewed locals, they believe that the creature chooses you if you get too close—and once it does, you cannot escape. They tell stories of a clawed creature who stays hidden except to feast on the chosen victims seem to have emerged around the 1950s or 60s according to long-term residents. No one knows, however, where talk came from or what spurred the first discussions of the being. There are talks of sightings of an upright creature with a stench most label as indescribable due to its potency and reek in modern times.
Most long-term residents of Cedarcrest and Oakwood religiously avoid the forest for these reasons, leaving a wide berth around the perimeter of the forest and, thus Redwood Asylum itself.
The journal of H.D. Wards was recovered in the Redwood forest in the year 2020 by a curious teenager, Lucy J. Keagy, 15. While visiting family in Oakwood, she became aware of the legends of the creature. Curiosity plaguing her, she allegedly snuck away from family armed with her phone and a livestream. Although the livestream cut out in the dense woods, Lucy claims she found the words in the journal that is now circulating.
Some question the veracity of her statements. Some claim Lucy Keagy is an attention seeking teenager looking for a following online. Many, though, claim the details of the journal are, in fact, true.
Lucy claims to have found this journal on a tree stump in an undisclosed location in the woods near what would later be determined to be the home of H.D. Wards. Curious as to the meaning of the journal and the eerie book, she started sharing portions on social media and pictures of the H.D’s words. As news of the journal spread, curiosity in its meaning and its author have continued to grow as the world asks—is there really a creature living in the woods between Cedarcrest and Oakwood? And more importantly, how can it be stopped from its sinister tendencies?
New investigations have opened up about the mysterious swatch of land, and several cold cases in the area are now being reconsidered in light of the journal’s information. One recent case includes a Cedarcrest girl who went missing in 2013; she lived in the house that belonged to H.D. Wards before his death.
H.D. Wards’ account is the first written account known to exist about the creature now dubbed The Flayed One. Read on to learn more about this horrifying creature from the safety of your home.
And whatever you do—please don’t go looking for it.
For once it chooses you, there is no escaping its evil clutches.
Have you seen The Flayed One, the flesh monster of North America?
We are currently searching for more stories of this creature. Some claim The Flayed One is the only one of its kind, but some monster chasers believe it is a new species that lurks in numerous wooded spots in North America and possibly the world.
This creature is hallmarked by:
*Long, pointy fingers with claw-like fingernails
*Has a decaying smell like that of a corpse but less describable
*Has a flayed look to it--skin hanging, dripping from its body
*boils, pus, and all sorts of skin maladies mark its body
*Its face has a humanistic look but eyewitnesses claim it is off somehow--the eyes are dark and too large, i.e.
The Flayed One
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