User talk:TheShadowCreature

Be careful of what you say.

People usually talk a lot of shit.

I know I know, terrible way of starting things out. But it's true. Look at the facts; people say things don't exist without having any experience of the particular thing whatsoever. It gets me angry you know?

Anyway, the reason I'm writing this is because I've been through a hell of a summer. Before I go anywhere with this, let me say who I am first.

I'm Chris. A 19 year old "kid". Yes, "kid". I only say that because, up until the beginning of this year, I, like many boys my age, was immature. I live with my parents, and have a job and help them pay bills, food, you get it. But this year I thought 'Hey, let me take the summer off and do something fun.' Yeah, turned out to be enough "fun" for me for the rest of my life. For the first 2 weeks, I sat on my ass, watching T.V or playing on my computer. That is, until my friend John asked me to go on a little trip with some of the guys.

I was watching some T.V when my phone rang.

"Hey John, what's up?" I said as I answered the phone. "Chris? You aren't gonna believe what me and Tyler got planned!" "Um, what's that?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. "Last time you said that, you almost got arrested for stealing clothes at the store. "No no it's not like that! Meet me at my place in an hour!" He said, and hung up the phone.

I was completely confused, but oddly excited. I grabbed my phone and my car keys, and drove over to his place as soon as the hour changed. When I got there, I noticed an RV in his little driveway. He walked out and say "Chris! I guess you know what we're doing!" I grinned at him and looked at everyone else there. It was Tyler, Antoine, John and John's girlfriend Amanda.

Now before I say anything else, John's parents are rich. Like, really, really rich. John has a FUCKING house to himself. 3 floors. And a maid. Now, a little something about Amanda; She's a rich girl. Perfect match right? Difference is, she's selfish, and John is too generous. I didn't care though. I hadn't gone anywhere with those guys since 7th grade. I went home, packed, and then we discussed where we were going while John drove. They obviously all knew before hand, which I found kind of unfair.

"So Chris, you ready?" Tyler told me once John started up the RV. "Ready for what Ty?" I said. "Oh right, he didn't tell you. Weird." "Just tell me!" I said, laughing a bit. "Chris, calm down. John is driving" Said Amanda. Gods did this girl annoy us. We all groaned. "We're going upstate into the mountains to camp for 2 weeks" Antoine said, popping a soda can. "Whoa really? When was this planned?" I said, getting excited. John looked at me through the rear view mirror and said "Last month! But it doesn't matter now. Just enjoy the ride until we get there." So for the next 3 hours, me and my friends joked in the back, drinking some soda, since John forgot the booze.

When we got to the camp site, we set up the grill, the hammock, parked the RV and settled down. This was a free roam camp site, so we were miles from civilisation. So that night we made a fire and just had fun, until John brought out some of the booze. We all cheered, and I was so happy to be back with my friends. John even let us prank Amanda, tripping her in the water in the lake.

"Why is there no reception? I hate the outdoors!" She said before we pushed her.

By 2am everyone was passed out, and wasted, even Amanda. I woke up at 3:30, groaning and holding my head.

"Man what happened?.." I groaned to myself. The fire was still high and mighty, since John was up and tending to the flames. I looked at him and he looked sad. His dark skin made him sort of stand out in the light of the flames. I got up and said "I'm gonna go piss." And I walked out into the forest a bit, until I knew he couldn't see me any more, and did my duty. I started to walk away when I heard something in the trees rustle. I looked back and said "John don't fuck with me. I'm really hungover." There was no sound after that. I kept walking back, but then I heard it again. I turned fast this time, and I saw... I don't know what it was. It was hunched over, pale white, like printer paper, and sickly thin. It's face was, was just fucked up. It was scarred and had big, black eyes. No pupil, no iris. Just black marbles. It looked like it was going to come at me, until John said "Hey Chris, you okay?" It ran at the sound of John's voice, and, despite being so thing and crouched like that, looking like its bones will break, it ran at an incredible speed. I ran towards John and slumped over, and passed out.

I woke up with permanent marker dicks on my face. Figures. After a quick scrub off in the lake, my friends all took a pistol from the RV.

"What the fuck guys?" I said, drying my face. "Hey relax Chris. Just doing some hunting." Antoine said as he handed me a pistol. I looked at it.

Now, I've done my share of hunting, but I still don't know to this day why John bought Glocks to kill deer.

Anyway, as we walked through the forest, I couldn't stop looking over my shoulder. I constantly had the feeling I was being watched by that... Thing. Whatever it was. I couldn't shake that feeling. After a few minutes, we saw a squirrel. It was alone on a tree branch, and Tyler walked slowly up to it before shooting it dead in the head. When that happened, I went back to the RV. I thought, at that point, my friends are retarded. I paced and watched some DVD's until about 11p.m. Why weren't they back yet? I looked through the guns and found a shotgun. I walked out with a flashlight and went out to look for them.

After a while, I heard rustling in the trees again. I pointed my shotgun at the sound, before Antoine jumped on my back and went "Aaaargh!!"

My friends laughed and I groaned and said "FUCK guys you scared the crap out of me! And where's Amanda?" John looked at me, confused "Chris, Amanda's in the RV." I frowned "John, I was there almost all day. No way she's in there." John looked scared "You're joking right?"

After that, we all ran back towards the RV. After a few minutes of running, I stumbled over some type of log. I groan and get up. I feel my shirt is wet with some kind of sticky liquid. I said "What the fuck?" I point my flashlight down and there... There where I fell was... Was Amanda's dead body. I freaked out and threw up. John knelt next to her and cried. Antoine and Tyler inspected the body. Antoine learned how to differentiate animal tracks and attacks since he was 9. For FUN. He inspected it for a good 2 minutes and said "I.. I have no idea what could've done this. The only thing that comes close is maybe a person, but there are bite and scratch marks. But of some animal I have never seen. And there's too much meat left for the thing to be searching for food. This thing did it for pure pleasure in the kill.." Tyler looked behind him and said something that made my skin crawl. "What the fuck is that thing? It's like a skinny white guy doing the bridge."

In less than a second after he said that, the thing came at us. Me, John and Antoine took off ahead. Poor Tyler was grabbed in a second. John raised his gun, but I yanked his arm and pulled him. We had so little time.

We made it to the RV and John rummaged for his keys. I head the thing jump into the light of my flashlight. We all got a clear look at it. But they were paralyzed. I wasn't. I raised my shotgun and hit the thing in the face. Once. Twice. Three times. On the fourth shell, it flew back 3 feet, and John unlocked the door. I ran in and so did he, but Antoine was too slow. He was grabbed. And while John started the RV, I watched, terrified, as Antoine let out a shriek and his final word to me "GO!". The thing bit it's teeth down in his stomach and tore out Antoine's large intestine. Then his stomach. Antoine's eyes were wide open, as he stared at me with a silent plea, and the thing gouged out his eyes. John started driving, and then the thing took an interest in us and slammed its body against the back of the RV. It dented the back but gave us speed. It howled loud, and John stepped on it. We made it out onto the highway in less than 5 minutes.

The drive back was awful. "That THING just killed half of my fucking friends! What the fuck was that?" I yelled as John drove. "I don't know Chris.. But it's over" He answered. "OVER? No way! You're giving up?" I was angry now. "YES. You saw it Chris! It took 4 fucking shotgun shells to the face and barely even acknowledged the fact it was being attacked!" I just slumped over and looked at the other cars passing by us as we zoomed home.

For the next two weeks, me and John spent that time preparing our friends funerals. We never told the authorities what really happened. We said they were gone when we woke up and we were attacked by something that we didn't get to see. We've kept the secret with ourselves.

Now that I've done some research, I know that thing is called 'The Rake'. This is why I started out this blog with people who judge without firsthand experiences. Because my friends died. I saw them get ripped to shreds by that thing! And I know it's after me... It's just a matter of time.

John was killed by it two days ago. The same way Antoine was killed. Intestines pulled out and eyes gouged. Now I had two choices; either I end it myself, or I die trying to kill that fucker who took my friends. And that's what I have to do...

I'm going back to those camp grounds tonight. I've already told my parents I'm going away for some time, and I know that I probably won't be back. I'm bringing all the firepower I can find. And I am going to kill it.

I'm sorry John... If only I had gotten to you faster, you'd still be with me. Forgive me...