User:Treerunner

Don't walk in the forest alone.

As I was walking home on a trail, I heard something screaming in the woods to my right. As the old saying goes, 'Curiosity killed the cat.', I was obviously going to check it out. I entered under an old oak tree, nearly getting crushed as a limb fell. The strange thing is, the tree was healthy. Very healthy. Something had to have broken that branch. I looked up in time to see a dark gray figure with red on its limbs and around its mouth leap from one tree to another, escaping from my line of vision. I followed it for as long as I could (about 30 feet) but it was too fast.The last I saw, it scurried down the tree and leaped across a stream. It then disappeared down a hole about 15 inches wide. The hole had to have been deep, because this 'thing' was the size of a cat. But it was no cat. It had a very thin layer of hair, covered in dried blood. I decided to not follow anymore. That night, while playing computer games, I heard a scratching sound outside my window in the tree. I slowly crossed the room, and looked outside. There it was, staring right at me. It was then that I realized what it was. All the stories from my childhood were right here in front of my eyes. The treecrawler was no longer a story. I quickly shut the curtain, and ran to get my knife and rifle. Just before I got back to my room, I heard a loud shattering noise and froze. It was in my house, searching for me. To kill me. In the stories, I was told that if you saw it, you were doomed. It would track you down and then you can guess the rest. It would use it's incredible speed to evade your attacks, then use it's talons to slash your body, shredding you, then pierce through your skin and pull out your lungs. It would watch you drown in your own blood. Just before you fade, it would say 'Now you know who killed you' in a raspy, sharp voice, sharp as daggers. And now it is my turn to say goodbye. As I turn to face the monster, I say my last words. 'I'm sorry'. Then it was over.