The Animal

Not too scary, very light, and kind of funny.
Ever heard of an animal that comes out at nighttime and tries to find its next victim? Why do you think your parents always give you a curfew time?

This animal will tear you apart; take its time drinking your blood like a cat drinking milk. Then, it gets its long, big fang, like teeth into your flesh, and when it comes up you can see the skin stuck to its fangs like sticky marshmallow stuck to human teeth. After it picks you up, it eats you up whole. If you're lucky, it digests you. If not, well, that means you agree to its inside, and maybe your whole family will. Maybe your mom or dad will be its next victim. Maybe even your brothers and sisters. Who knows?

This is no ordinary creature. It has eyes like a wolf. Big, bright, full and yellow. Its vision is 99% clear, as if it's wearing night vision goggles. It can see through the fog, the rain, and even a tornado, so you can bet that it sees through the darkest night. The fangs are the worst. It's longer than anything you've ever seen. Not vampire fangs. It's even longer than that. Plus, to make it creepier, it glows in the dark. Once it's dark, the fangs pop out and the hunt begins.

You know what sets it off: the smell of blood. This animal can smell the scent of blood better than a starving shark. No matter where it is, it's like the smell is pulling it forwards. The most powerful weapon it has is its ears. It can hear any footstep 20 miles away: running, walking, driving, or tip- toeing. It can still hear you; it can always hear you. It can hear every single breath you take. Every single beat your heart beats, from fourteen miles away. Any noise can tick him off.

Then there are the paws. When it has its paws on you, you can literally hear the little "Game over" voice from your video game. There is no surviving. No matter how loud you cry, no one can hear you. No one will come for you. Everyone knows better than to stay out past eleven o'clock. As soon as it is 11:02, everyone runs and the game begins.

Shades come down, doors are locked, lights are turned off, and the hunting starts.
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Published: 5/20/2010
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