The Stillwood is a short creepypasta written by Josef K about the fact that there are no wolves in the Stillwood.
There are no wolves in the Stillwood. The gray wolves of Virginia have been extinct for over a hundred years. Surveys conducted by the National Forestry Service determined that no sign of any such animal has been found since 1900. The occasional reports of large predators, just after dusk or late at night, usually by the occasional hiker or party of campers in the Stillwood, receive the same tired reply from Animal Control:
“There are NO wolves in the Stillwood.”
When a pet gets lost in the dark of the Stillwood and never returns, or worse is found mauled to death, the blame always falls on the usual suspects: foxes or wild dogs. A few years back, a family who had just moved to the area discovered their young son had gone missing from their own backyard. They never found more than a few scraps of his jacket and a little blood out at the edge of the forest. The official response from the police was adamant. “This was a kidnapping, not an animal attack,” they said. Old-timers like me just shook our heads and muttered to ourselves:
“There are no wolves IN the Stillwood.”
So, if you want to sleep this close to the forest at night, keep your doors tightly locked and your shutters firmly closed, if just to give yourself some peace of mind, to stop you from catching a glimpse of the Stillwood late at night. And if you somehow find yourself walking near the woods some evening, head home as quickly as you can. Try to ignore the sounds of the night wind, howling through the trees. After all, it will only make your imagination run wild. And if you should happen to see red eyes, shining through the mists and the underbrush, or somehow from the branches above, or even through your windows, if you are blessed enough to make it safely home, take what comfort you can in this thought:
There are no WOLVES in the Stillwood…