A Shape in the Night
Charlie ran frantically through the woods, searching. For what he didn’t know. He just had this gut feeling him telling him to go. He turned the music up on his iPod. He was humming the tune to ‘44 Caliber Love’, skipping over logs, and ducking under branches.
“What could possibly be out here?” He had asked himself this question in his head, but this time he asked himself aloud and he heard a rustling noise behind him. He pressed pause, and turned abruptly to his left and right. “H-hello?” No answer
“Who’s there?” He got a little more courage.
“WHO THE FUCK IS THERE ?” A little girl emerged from behind a bush, blood running down her face and arms.
“Oh. My. God. Little girl? Are you okay? What happened?”
She didn’t speak, just pointed behind him. He turned to see a giant dog like shape pummel him. He screamed and tried to push whatever it was away. ‘How could something this rediculous happen to me?’ He thought to himself. In a swift movement the dog like creature stood and ran aprubtly. Why?