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Damn, I…I can’t even stop it anymore. My blood’s dripping and I can’t even stop it anymore. Too tired. Too weak. Too hungry. Oh God, I’m gonna die like this… Oh no, I hear it again. Oh God… Her voice trembles as her body quakes with fear. The excess mildew of the surrounding tiles creeps into her nose, her skin. A bright light—a single lone beam—shines through the only open window in the room. The ray of sun illuminates the girl’s worn and tattered dress, covered in three day dust and dirt. The faint but distinct noise strikes the girl like a dying animal’s sharp and terse screech and blood curling shriek. It makes sounds, low mumblings punctuated by loud coughs, rummaging through metal and plastic, keeping the girl on edge. Suddenly, it appears before her, huffing and puffing with a pelt of black fur hanging over the right shoulder to compliment its hideous visage. An expressionless face that still managed to imply a dominating grin and an evil sneer. Two, meaty hands housing unimaginable power, gripping a large butcher knife. It brandishes the deadly instrument with gleeful abandon, making a slashing motion towards the now hysterical captive. Oh God! Oh God! The tall figure takes the collar of his shirt with the left hand, and slices right through the middle with the right-handled blade. It then tosses the blade up in the air; as the girl covers her eyes with her hands; then it catches the knife with the left hand. It takes a lock of its grey, shaggy hair with the right hand, and cuts a piece off with the now left-handled blade. The girl is now crying uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face and through her fingers as she continues covering her face from the terrifying reality before her. A gust of wind blows over the red curtains hanging above the window, and suddenly a banging noise is heard from the door. Catching the menacing figure’s attention, the banging culminates in the door being kicked down. A new presence, a teenage woman appears and, without warning, fires a double-barreled shotgun directly at the tall figure’s face. The blast knocks the horrible being down, its fingers twitching for a moment before all life seemingly leaves its body. Still pointing the gun at the motionless creature, the teenage woman slowly walks towards the frightened girl. Sherry, are you okay? Oh thank God you came back! Oh God, it was…it was about to— It’s gonna be alright now, relax. The two girls flee into the nearby woods, trudging through the wilderness in search of the nearest road. After what seems like hours, Sherry grows weary. Are we gonna make it Vickie? I mean, we’re just too far aren’t we? There’s nothing else we can do Sher. We’ve got no phones or anything to call for help. If we keep going nor—wait, what’s that noise? The sound of wood being chipped piece by piece echoes throughout the dark forest. Vickie watch out! Vickie starts to run but trips on a nearby rock. Laid out on the ground, she only has time to cover her face as the timber monstrosity continues its downward descent. Aaah! My legs! Oh God! Damn! Damn! Aaah! Vickie! Oh my God! No, God please! Vickie! Vickie’s screams of agony are interrupted by a swift knife, thrown from the south end of the woods and landing inches below the teenage girl’s left foot. Sherry run! Here, take the shotgun and just run! Oh God Vickie, no! I…I…I can’t just— Go! Now! Plea— She is cut short by another knife; this one hits its mark. Nooooooo! Oh God, nooooo! Oh God! Oh God no! Screaming at the top of her lungs, tears of pain and sweat of fear now coated Sherry’s face. Defeated, she cradled her legs and sat next to the fallen tree, her eyes neither looking at Vickie nor the figure from the south now running towards her broken being. Once the figure arrives in front of Sherry, she bursts forth from her ruined state and lunges for the shotgun in Vickie’s hands. She faces the tall figure and begins to scream her words. What do you want! She fires a round Huh! She fires another round What! Fires God! Fires Aaaah! Fires Aaaah! Fires Fires Fires Fires The figure begins to stagger back, and finally falls down to the ground, where Sherry empties all but one round into its face. Out of breath, will, and hope, Sherry plops down to the ground, now sitting between the tall figure and Vickie. She looks around, crying, then readies the shotgun. Oh please…please forgive me…I couldn’t…I can’t…I…I
can’t stop it anymore…
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