You're Never Safe

The is a city in North Carolina named Gastonia, just outside of this city is Gaston County. In Gaston County there is a rock house that sits in the middle of a field. In this house lives a family of three, a father, mother, and their son. The father's name is James, the mother's is Cynthia, and the son's is Luke. Luke loved to play in the woods surrounding the field, he was there so late some days that his father would send their German Shepard to go retrieve him. Luke pretty much knew the layout of the woods by the time he was nine.

One his ninth birthday he decided to invite two friends over and have some fun. They had cake and did all the birthday things such as open presents. They went out to play basketball and seen Luke's father walking across the field coming back from his hunting trip. Luke noticed that he had a worried look on his face, his mother who had been standing on the front porch seen it too. She took James by the hand and lead him into the bedroom for questioning. As she sat James down on the bed she caught a glance of something almost spider-like disappearing into the woods. She immediately looked at James for confirmation of the sighting.

He nodded, as he had seen it as well, more than once. He began to describe the events that took place in his deer stand not even an hour ago. He had gotten up at 4:30 to go hunting about two miles away from the home. His stand was in a tree facing a small clearing about 50' by 60' wide. He had climbed up and sat his gun in his lap staying motionless for hours after that. Around ten o'clock he began hearing footsteps so he raised his gun and rested it on the guard rail at the front of the stand. After around twenty minutes the noises halted as quick as they had started. James slowly turned his head to the left to see if he could get eyes on whatever was walking by. He sat like that for a minute before his neck began to cramp so he turned back towards the clearing. It was then, at that moment, he seen what brought back all the fears he had long forgotten as a child. The fear of a monster in your closet, or being left home alone and believing there was something inhuman on your front porch.

Everything came rushing back, all because of the creature that he was looking at. It was flat with four limbs with curled talons on the end of each one, its limbs went straight out and a ninety degree angle down. It had a wide mouth and seemingly endless black eyes, James noticed the absence of a nose and ears. Its jawline protruded at least an inch from its face and appeared to be crooked. Its body was black except the bone white spine that stuck out and ran the length of its back. It sat like a statue, not moving anything at all. James, terrified, tried to keep still until it left. Ten minutes passed and James began to wonder if his family was safe, or if he'd even see them again. he pushed those thoughts away and replaced them with questions on what this thing was. Then, like it had never been there, it was gone.

James looked for signs of its former presence. Things like bent grass or footprints in the mud, but he found nothing. After he gathered the courage to get up he started on his way home, watching for any signs of the beast. Carefully he made his way back home.

Now, back in the bedroom with James explaining all this to his spouse, who looked horrified. Just as he finished his tale his son walked in and asked if he could go play in the woods with his friends. The two parents looked at each other briefly before James finally told Luke to just stay in the field and play basketball or something. Luke, surprised that for the first time in his life he was denied access to his favorite place in the world, simply nodded and returned to his friends. He informed them of what had been said as he passed the football to Louis, a 4'9" mid-wight Hispanic. Louis had no interest in sports so he quickly passed it to Mark, a 4'12" Caucasian.

(that's all I have time to type for right now, please point out any errors or places I should improve, thanks.)