This one is about the creepypasta named after a garden tool. Yep, it's the Rake. I'm surprised I'm not dead.

Same house. Two years ago.

In my backyard there is a sidewalk and one day I was really bored, so I walked around the house and when I was walking in front of the forest, surprise surprise, I saw a creature with beady eyes and it was hunched over in a dog like position. It was hiding behind a dead bush and it saw me then it ran back into the forest. Again, I didn't know what creepypasta was at the time.

I really want to go back to that house and walk in the forest. It's actually a urge kind of.

Three chapters down. One to go.