Suicide Forest (World's Scariest Places, #1)

by Jeremy Bates

“I piss on forest, it piss on me.”

Okay but if that's really true, that's creepy af

You never know what life’s going to throw at you. So why take yourself out of the game early before you know how it ends?”

there existed not one but billions of universes, forming a kind of cosmic foam in which there were an infinite number of dimensions and timelines. When one of those timelines or dimensions overlapped ours,we could catch an electromagnetic glimpse of someone or something existing on a different plane.

certain rocks and minerals within the earth, or even large bodies of water above or below ground, were conducive to storing the residual energy left behind when someone died, and this energy could play back for years, decades, or even centuries. This was why most ghosts didn’t seem to possess intelligence, personality, or mass, and why their actions were always the same; they were the three-dimensional equivalent of old TV programs playing over the air long after the actors in them had died.

If anyone tells you they’re not afraid of the dark, that’s because they have never spent a night in Aokigahara Jukai. It doesn’t matter how brave you think you are, there is something so deranged and wrong about this forest that it worms its way into the deepest closets of your mind and awakens your most primitive fears.

Death isn’t picky, doesn’t play favorites. It doesn’t care in which country you were born or how much money you had amassed in your brief existence or how happy you are. It’s supremely patient and rightly so, for it knows you can’t escape its reach. One day you too would be lying on that hospital floor or a stainless-steel gurney in a morgue. It had already won. It would always win. In other words, we were born to lose.

“Right—because you’re Mr. Noble.” She shoved away from me. “Fuck you, Ethan. Fuck you. I hope you starve.”

Yoo she’s crazy

Then we started away unaware that this would be a one-way trip from which none of us would be returning.

Then Nina began cutting, removing his genitals. I’ve never heard a man scream the way Akira screamed then. He sounded as if his soul was being torn from his body. He didn’t stop even when Nina shoved his manhood in his mouth.

this is so brutal yet so deserved