Lena, Where Are You?

I looked around to try and shoot the bugger, to put it out of its misery. A man in the distance running through the field, coming towards me, as he comes closer I spy through my cross hair. He is yelling, he’s in a lot of pain, he’s screaming, he’s crying. He’s staggering across the field.

I didn't stop screaming until whatever was climbing me hovered in front of my face. Again, a silvery-blue creature in the shape of a snake was poised in a striking position inches from my nose. Light began to pour through the shape like a disco ball. The snake thing drew back and I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for a strike in the face.

Scanning my mind and listening. The creature could be a vagabond, an upright being without wings? Two arms, two legs, incomparable to any other animal. Why was it not speaking English ? Was it trying to convey something? What kind of reaction was it looking for? What circumstances could this encounter lead up to? Was the encounter premeditated, meant to be chaotic? Incomprehensible? But in actually, it is a reality. Did the creature have wings? When the creature came closer it was becoming determined to have our attention, it's not disputed. Yet it draws suspicion, specifically the creature did not impart itself completely, but stays on the inner edge of darkness hiding his corporeal self, simoustanly encroaching himself on us. However,

I walked to it and tried prying it from the ground with my fingers. A twig broke behind me and I jumped and spun around. It was dark now and the only light was from the full moon. I had a bad feeling start to pump through me. I turned and ran trying to evacuate the danger I felt nearby. I ran through brush that looked like claws trying to grab my ankles. And as tree limbs came down snatching at my skin I tripped and fell. I saw a tree nearby that looked welcoming and I tried to use it as cover. Black wings busted through the trees and run started echoing around me in a croaked out a raspy breath.

The fainted as usual, then I saw the creature walk near me. I felt a weird feeling, something I've never felt before. It was horrible, I couldn't breathe and I felt

"Get out nice and slow and no one will get hurt." She instructs, shoving the gun in the middle of his back.

With Dave still missing and the creature running around our camp we decided to stay up, like before the creature came to our camp this time when we went outside to see it did not run it just stood there holding something in its huge hairy hand, it was Dave , we saw that he was dead and we all ran to our car, but the creature was too fast and strong. On our way to the car one of my friends were thrown up in the air, I was too scared to go back and see if he was ok. Up ahead there was a cliff the remaining three jump or die from this creature, we jumped in mid air the creature caught my friend who jumped to the left of me. When we landed we ended up breaking our leg, but we saw the car so we didn't even feel the pain, we got in the car and drove off to the hospital and told the police what had happened, to our surprise they didn’t believe

When I finally got my vision back I couldn’t believe myself, a shudder of fear travelled through my body, as I realised that the creature in front of was real, more real than the reality of my hunger. My sight was disturbed by an ethereal creature that looked like the devil in the form of a ghost, a glowing red ghost. All the adrenaline my body could generate surged through my casket dense body, giving the energy that I had been missing for years to run. But even that surge of energy couldn’t take me far enough, my body stopped moving and I collapsed my own body taking a toll on what was left of me. The creature appeared again, coming closer and closer, until it faced me, every part of me wanted to run as fast as I could but I couldn’t move.

The creature was spraying something and it stunk, and Jashise tasted blood. They spotted a window and a rock. Paige picked up the sticky rock and chunked it at the old window. The window shattered into a houndred pieces. They all jumped

The man got up and stood his ground as the massive beast barreled towards him. The man knew that he had one chance to make it out of this fight alive. Everything seemed to slow down as the man became focused on the approaching threat. He had noticed a break in the beast’’s armor. Just below the stomach lay a deformity, the Achilles heel of the monster. It would be difficult to hit but he knew that it must be done to be able to bring the monster down. He began to run towards the beast now, his senses heightened and he felt as if he was watching himself from above. The beast was now 100 yards away and it traveled at the same pace as it did before. Just before they connected, the man slid below the beast. Time was moving at snail's pace in the man’s eyes and he was just below the deformity. He thrust his sword up into the beast and the sword cut through like slicing butter. The man made it to the other side of the beast. The monster was motionless, then after a good minute had passed the nightmare had toppled over in a heap of flesh. The sword no longer glowed as he returned it to it’’s scabbard. The deed had been done, so he thought. He heard movement from where the beast was and he turned just in time to see a dark mist darting towards the trees, then it was gone. The man knew that this was far from

Creeping around the shadowy house, the predator found its prey waking to strange sounds. The victim lay facedown, with a sweating forehead pressed fearfully into the pillow, silently praying the noises would just go away. Suddenly the victim found himself straddled and pinned to the bed. He was unable to scream for help due to the pressure of the handle of a pick-axe against his throat, preventing any breath from escaping, much less any sound. The victim struggled beneath the weight of the assailant. The scant light from the sodium-arc street light outside cast a peculiar silhouette on the walls of the darkened room, projecting an image that looked oddly like that of a cowboy saddled upon

arm pit and pulled him to his feet. “Let’s get the hell outta here,” I

Let me finish” The creature demanded. As the creature went on it was almost as if he was reliving the events of his past. “ As I walked away from william a hostile human had appeared out of the trees with a gun,” the creature said. “Put your hands in the air or I will not hesitate to shoot” the man said.

Its eyes were opened wide, as if in shock. I have no doubt my eyes were just as wide. Leaping to my feet, I ran through the thick mud as fast as I could. A scream I cannot begin to describe cut through the cavern and I heard the grave hag's feet slapping against the mud behind me.

The setting was early November, the weather was cool, the leaves crisp and falling to the force of the frigid fall breeze. Deer season was in full swing, while Jon and Lance were on a mission to kill a monster buck the two of them had been watching. Over the course of the last two months Jon and Lance had been bowhunting several times in search of the monster buck the two of them had seen. This buck was bigger than either one of them had ever seen. The buck stood as tall as a horse and the bucks rack went towering in the sky, which was visible from miles away. With the size of this buck it should be super easy to hunt him they though, he cannot hide very good. There was an issue though, because every time Jon and Lance seen this monster buck in the woods while hunting, strange things seemed to happen. For example, every time Jon or Lance sighted the buck it would quickly vanish into thin air. As weird as that seems to be that is not the craziest thing that has happened. Every time the buck would vanish there would be some sort of violence directed towards Jon or Lance. One time for instance, the buck was spotted between Jon and lance while hunting and it disappeared. Soon after that Jon just about got shot in the head with an arrow. Jon was just sitting there in his tree stand dazed at the pure amazement of the buck disappearing and he felt a quick breeze go by his head followed by a loud crack in the tree. There was an arrow stuck in the tree