User:Kit-Kat5000

The Mangled Rag My name is Steven, I'm 21 years old, and I have a loving wife named Elise. We have a daughter named Marissa and we live in a beautiful house. I want to tell the story of what I call, The Mangled Rag. I don't know how I got away from what was possibly certain death, but I guess I got lucky. Being one who loves to run really saved me back there. It was a warm summer evening as I walked home from my friend's party that had lasted for me until about half past eleven! I hope I could get home fast, for Elise told me not to stay out too late. But she probably forgot that I was gone. As I walked I realized that woods surrounded me on both sides. I was on a road too. My friend did live near the entrance to the woods so I payed no mind to my late realization except that what made me realize that I was on the path was a rustle in the left portion of the woods. I walked faster, being completely freaked out because not many animals would be close to a road. I heard it once more, but farther away. More behind me than anything didn't mean that it wouldn't try to speed up and catch me, so I moved faster. Then I heard the rustling in the same exact place I heard it before, and saw something red bolt in the woods out of the corner of my eye. The place I was at seemed the same as 2 minutes ago. “Am I... Looping around? No! I can't be! I have to get out of this road!” I screamed that as I saw the opening to my home street. Thank god! But, what was behind me? I turned my head once I got in the light and there, in the middle of the street, where I once stood seconds ago, was a mangled red creature, too deformed to put my finger on what kind of animal it seemed to be. I could hear it's raspy breaths from afar. It turned it's head and it saw me. It stared at me for what felt like an eternity. I saw it's eyes, blood-shot. It's jaw was unhinged. It looked like a blood covered rag that was given life. Then, it screeched a screech that sounding like somebody's car tires when they slam on the brakes and bolted forward into the woods. Since I thought I knew what it was going to do, I rushed to find my house, I turned corners and sometimes looked back to see if the thing was still there. It was always behind me, but just when I was out of breath, I saw my house. I mustered up the strength I had left and bolted to my door! I banged on it, and I think I almost broke it. Elise opened the door just as the creature appeared around the corner. It seemed to be slow now, limping even! Once I heard that door open, I sped into my house, slammed the door and locked it. I don't want to remember it. The only thing I could possibly describe it as is, The Mangled Rag.