User:LukeD4375

Waiting Game

I awoke with a start. I heard something outside of my tent. “This solo camping trip was terrible idea. This can't happen. Please.” I thought. I opened the flap of my tent and peeked outside. As I looked left, I heard something to the right. I quickly retreated back into the tent. I worked up the nerve to look outside again. I saw a raccoon. I felt a combination of relief and embarrassment. I pulled back into the tent and went to sleep.

I woke up the next morning and stretched. There was a small hole in my tent, but I attributed it to the raccoon I saw the night before.

I exited my tent and my jaw dropped at the sight of my camp site. Everything was destroyed. My food was tron open, even though I had suspended it a few feet above the ground to keep it away from animals. The windshield of my truck was shattered and one of the tires was flat. The hood was compressed into a crater.

I looked around to see if the perpetrator was still around but saw nothing. I decided this trip was over and got in my truck to leave. I turned the key but the truck just wouldn't start. I went into the tent to find my cell phone, but it was dead.

“Great,” I thought. “Now what am I supposed to do?” I decided I would just walk along the path through the forest. I grabbed my wallet and my phone and left the sight. Remembering to come back for my truck.

As I walked through General Andrews State Forest, I was enjoying the scenery. I tripped on a tree root. I fell and rolled over a steep, rocky ledge. I landed on the ground hard enough to knock myself unconscious.

I woke up that night and looked around. I was laying in the nook of two large tree branches. “I didn't land in a tree... did I?” I wondered. I remembered tumbling down onto the ground and nothing after that. Something was definitely wrong.

I jumped out of the tree and landed on my feet. I looked around to assess my surroundings. I looked to my right and saw the rocky ledge I had fallen down. I turned to walk in that direction when I heard something behind me. I spun around to face it. It was another raccoon. That's when it hit me. Something long, thin and powerful landed on my back. It wrapped its hairy, filthy arms around my face. I grabbed it by the hands and managed to throw it over my head. It turned to face me and I got my first look at its face. I nearly vomited.

It looked like a half shaven monkey. Except it was around five feet tall. Its torso was tiny with long arms and legs. It hard sharp needle like teeth and long, wiry fingers. It had one eye, the other socket empty and full of dirt. Its lone eye was almost human-like, but the iris was red and it was bloodshot.

It shrieked, giving me a full view of the many teeth. As it closed its mouth, some of the teeth punctured its tongue. This obviously angered it even further. It shrieked again, launching blood into my face. I turned and sprinted towards the ledge as fast as I could, but it was not the same ledge. I heard a river nearby and turned in that direction.

As I reached the river I dove in and the creature refused to follow. I started swimming south, but the thing followed me, swinging along on tree branches like an ape. I happened to come across this empty cabin.

I went inside and locked the door. I dared a look out the window and saw it perched on a branch no more than 10 feet from me.

It was then that I discovered it had bitten me in the shoulder and it was bleeding rather profusely. I went to clean up and found that one of my ribs was fractured. Whether this is from my tumble down the ledge or when the creature attacked me, I may never know.

It just watched me, and I watched it. We watched each other for at least an hour. When it didn't attack, I decided if I went to sleep it would most likely be gone by morning. I closed the curtains and layed down on the couch. It took half an hour, but I finally fell into slumber.

I awoke in the morning, remembering the night before. I walked to the window and threw open the curtain's. It was still there. In fact, it hadn't moved a muscle.

As I write this in a notebook I found, to record the experience in case I don't survive. It watches me through the window, and I begin watching it. I have named it the Looker. We are locked in a deadly staring contest, a waiting game. I truly believe that I cannot win, as I haven't eaten in two days. Its only a matter of time before he wins, and I come out. I dread this moment.