Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26475800-20150621033617

The night is young and you are walking home. The sunset had just darkened and the moon is clearly visible, at the moment but clouds are starting to encroach on the full round face of our largest satellite. It is your third week in Wisconsin and you went to watch a movie, most likely a horror.

There is a section of woods that you have to walk past. In the day you thought this area was nice, rows of tall white birches reaching into the sky, a few strong oaks, and even less apple trees which pollute your nostrils with their sweet smell. However, at night the feeling is different, the birches now look like long skeletal fingers clawing from the ground, the oaks provide plenty of places for someone or something to hide and the apple trees look ominous and haunting, look like a place where a lynch mob would be gathering around under the light of the moon.

It is in this section where you start to get that feeling, the heaviness of eyes on you, even though you cannot see anyone. You put it off, attributing it to the horror movie you just watched. Nothing gets your blood pumping more than walking home after watching a movie about some manic killer on the loose. It isn’t until you hear the twigs snapping that you really start to worry.

Still, there are plenty of trees around, and animals live in the woods. It is most likely just a deer, or a bird, or a raccoon, but it could be something else. A person dressed in all black will blend in well with the shadows from the leaves.

Just as you are thinking about this the moon disappears behind the clouds. Everything gets so much darker, it’s hard to believe that the clouds could cause such a change in the light, but it is almost as if someone had flipped a switch, leaving you to grope around blind. Luckily, there is a street light ahead, it’s just a shame that the light is dying and has a faint orange flickering glow.

Whatever it is in the woods seems to be getting closer, you can hear the feet pounding quickly in the woods as the thing is coming closer. It is moving far too quickly to be human, far too quickly to be bipedal. Your heart starts racing and you quicken your pace. All you will need to do is get to the light, it’s on the corner and you house is the second from the corner. If you make it to the light you will be fine. Light is your friend, you always feel safer when you are bathed in the soft glow.

Then you hear it. A howl, and you know instantly that the thing which is fallowing you is a dog of some kind. The idea of the light being safe has become a soiled dream. You need to get to your house. The urge to run is hard to fight, but you remember hearing that if you run from a wild animal the chase is on and they will come at you full force. Still it is hard not to run.

The moon comes out from behind the clouds and you glance behind you. That’s when you see it. It is a dog of some kind, but none that you had ever seen. Something that is much bigger, much meaner than any dog you ever witnessed. Perhaps it was the sheer size of the beast, or it could be the matted fur around it muzzle, that fur seems to have a sheen to it in the soft glow of the moon. Perhaps it was the fangs this thing has, even though it is still a little ways back you can see the size of those teeth, large pointed fangs about the size of your index finger. But all that pales when you notice the thing stand on its hind legs and start running towards.

Your throat seizes up and you run as quickly as you can. There is nothing that can you can do but run. It’s no use though, this wolf pounces on you at the intersection. Its claws digging into you back, those huge fangs you saw are clamping around the back of your neck. The last thing you see before you black out is the street sign. Announcing that you were almost home. The street you live on, Bray Road. 