Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25178131-20140717021619

I would usually take a walk through the Noland Trail for daily exercise, and take my doberman, Max, along to get his exercise because my parents always fed him at the table, making him obese as hell. Two weeks ago, Max wouldn't eat no matter what I gave him, not even his favorite food, bacon. That night, he was barking and howling at the window, so I went to check it out, nothing was there. The next day, I was walking my usual path when, out of the ordinary, I saw some blood on the trail. So I made like a cat and curiously followed the trail. I noticed massive paw prints, they appeared to be of a wolf's but were as big as a mountain lion's.

"What the hell?" I said under my breath, knowing that neither wolves nor cougars were native in Virginia, and they cant be crossbred, can they?

I continued to follow the tracks, they sunk deeper and deeper into the ground like the creature was walking on mud. Max started barking at the thicket, I saw some sort of animal fly out of the thicket about 30 meters away. I just assumed it was a turkey and carried on with my daily walk, however I just couldn't get the thought of the blood trail and massive paw prints out of my head. That night, once again Max was barking at the window, I ignored it until he started snarling at it, I went to check and and saw a pair of glowing cat-like eyes, belonging to a large, shadowy, demon-like creature, The smell of death filled my nose, but it was gone in the blink of an eye.

"My mind is playing tricks on me, I should get some sleep." I said, hoping that I was correct about the unsettling event that had just taken place.

The next morning, I was startled to find large bloody paw prints and reddish fur leading out of my room, once again I followed the trail until it led me outside. I then stumbled upon a corpse of a doberman, it was Max, he had a large gaping hole in his stomach, his organs were gone, so were his eyes, his mouth was still open from shock. Upon this horrifying experience, I called my parents, they were also shaken by Max's death. I was so upset that I decided not to take my walk, and was crying all that night. I saw the figure in my window again, I went for my pistol and stared at the creature.

"YOU, I'LL KILL YOU! MAX WAS MY BEST FRIEND!" I screamed at the beast with hatred and tears in my eyes, it narrowed it's green eyes at me with a demonic snarl, before opening it's bat-like wings and flying off.

The next morning, I walked through Noland Trail with my revolver, and made my way down the my usual path. The smell of blood once again filled my nose, I then heard a ghastly howl that sounded like a teenage girl's scream. I thought someone was being attacked, but then I saw the beast. It had a reddish pelt, the head and legs of a wolf, the tail of a lion, the wings of a bat, and the body of a bear. It was covered in blood and had a piece of intestine in it's massive mouth. I raised my gun and shot it in the neck, making it howl again, it saw me and flew at me with a wolf-like snarl, it's teeth and claws were outstretched and razor sharp. I shot at it again aiming at the heart, It disappeared like a phantom and, appeared behind me biting my back. I screamed in pain, hoping someone would come to my rescue. I shot again until I realized I was only making the situation worse, and not harming that thing at all, I ran for my life to the police station, and the phantom beast followed until I got to the clearing, it disappeared once more. I reported the creature to the police before going home, avoiding the forest at all costs, in case the phantom monster tried to kill me again. I told my parents who examined my wound on my back, they took me to the doctor, fearing that I had rabies. It has been a week since the attack and I still have nightmares about those demonic eyes, and my wound still hasn't healed up, I know one day, that damned monster in those woods will end my life. It already killed off my family, and I am now left to fend for myself. I hear those dreaded paw steps coming up my staircase, I must face this beast now and meet my fate. If it doesn't kill me now, it will eventually. 