I dragged my limp
leg behind me as I fled for my life. The gravel road made it hard to have a
solid footing as blood ran
down my left leg from the puncture wounds it had left.
I couldn’t get that terrible scene out of my
mind. Me hiding in the living room, the darkness making it impossible to see
where it was coming from, the terrible growling noise it made as it crept
closer, then my blood curdling scream as it bit down on my leg with it's
porcupine teeth. If I hadn't grabbed the broken lamp beside me to stab it, I
surely would have died.
I quickened my
sluggish pace as much as I could. The barn only a few hundred feet
away. If I could make it inside I could radio for help. If, I could make it. My
head was pounding, sweat poured off me, I had to make it, I had to
live. I could hear the sound of clawed feet crunching on gravel nearby. I dove
into the nearby bushes and prayed I hadn't been spotted.
One dinosaur-like foot stepped inches from my face. I held by breath, not daring to
make a sound. Its black scaly snout sniffed around the bushes, and saliva oozed
from it's murderous mouth. Suddenly it turned away, as if something had caught
it's attention. I hid for a few more minutes until I half ran half limped to the
barn.
I quickly shut and
locked the doors behind me. Reinforcing them with chains, just in case. I caught my breath as the adrenaline shot
through me body in waves, making me shake and shiver. After some strength returned to my body I wobbled my way towards the
radio, which was across the barn near the tool rack.
"Mayday, mayday I
need some assistance, does anyone copy? This is Markus Dwayland, I live on the
farm down Manchester road I need immediate assistance?! Hello?! Hello?! Is
anyone there?! I need help now god dammit!"
The hairs on my body stood on end as I turned
slowly towards the sound of growling coming from the dark corner of the barn. A
black scaly snout, dripping needle teeth, bat-like wings with sharp talons and
large clawed feet is the sight I am greeted with. it was here.
