I’d like to start this off by stating that I don’t have much time left. Ever since that day, my paranoia has been growing worse and worse. Local wildlife has began acting strange again, I feel sick more often, and I can never shake the feeling that I am being watched.
It all started about a year ago when I went to a friends house for a party. He had invited me and six other friends to play air soft in his large woods that he owned. We were planning on getting in one long match, eat some pizza and nachos, go out for a night match, and then pull and all-niter playing video games and just having fun in general. Now, sad to say, we don’t have such parties anymore. Or at least, I don’t attend them anymore. Now I lay awake, pointing a shotgun at the door
It was about four in the afternoon with the sun still beating down on us from high above, yet on its way down to go die in the West when this all started. The other six friends and I had all finally shown up to my best friends house for the party. I don’t want to use their real names, so we will call him Bob. Bob is a teenager like me, but about 4 inches shorter and thinner than I. Other than that, we almost look like brothers. “Is that everyone?” Bob asked, doing a quick head count.
“I think we’re all good!” I answered, also scanning who we had. It wasn’t long before we split off into two teams of four, Bob and I being squad leaders, and got the game rolling. As planned, the match lasted about about two hours.
After we called it quits (my team winning, without a doubt), we began to notice that local animals were acting very strange. The animals that came out at night were already were already wandering around. They seemed like they were in a drunken daze. The raccoons looked at us blankly, and the owls looked down-right vacant. The sun still had two more hours before sunset, so this just didn’t make a lick of sense. Us being a bunch of care-free teens, though, we shrugged the situation off and proceeded back to Bob’s house for dinner.
As we approached the backyard of the house, I began to notice what looked like water all over the back entrance to the house. It hadn’t rained at all, and there wasn’t a hose in the backyard.
“Did your Mom’s water break, Bob?” I joked, the other laughing along with me. But Bob didn’t laugh. In fact, he looked very concerned.
“Not again…” Bob muttered under his breath, barely audible to me.
“What’d you say?” I prodded, not knowing if he was playing with us.
“It’s nothing.” He said flatly. “C’mon, let’s eat!”
Another two hours later, we had eaten all of the food in Bob’s house and were about to do the same with the pop, when I suggested that we head out for the night game.
“I was just thinking the same thing, Scott.” Bob remarked, nodding his head in agreement.
“Than it’s settled. Shall we?” I would do anything to go back in time and just have remained inside. Anyways, we all got our gear back on were outside within five minutes.
“Alrighty, listen up dudes. We can either play a normal match or a round of Hide and Seek. Either is fine with me.” Based off of the expressions of my Friends, I assumed we would be playing Hide and Seek.
As we were deciding on who would be the seekers, Bob spoke up, cutting us off.
“Listen guys. I’ve been hearing Coyotes out these past few nights, and what sounds like an alpha. Just make sure you have a flashlight and someone with you, ok?
“Yeah, Yeah. Whatever you say, Mr. Boss.” Remarked Tim, a short and thin kid with glasses who was as edgy as a knife.
“Fuck you, Tim.” Sighed Bob, giving up on trying to be helpful.
After the bickering died down, we decided that Bob and Tim should be the Seekers.
“Aaaaand…Go!” I yelled, bolting from the backyard and into the darkness of the field. BB’s flew past me, but none hit me. Honestly, I probably wouldn’t have gotten into this mess If I had gotten hit hit. But hey, everything happens for a reason, right?
Little did I know that I wasn’t the only thing hiding within these woods.
I got out about 100 yards from the house, coming upon a perfect tree thicket to hide in. I crawled in on all fours, trying to make as little noise as possible. This thicket was the best hiding spot in the entire field. It was too dense for the glow of a flashlight to penetrate it. yet easy to see out of.
I sat here in the darkness, only light being the reflection of the moon and stars. I waited, and waited, and waited. All I could was the wind whispering against the tree branches of the night.
Suddenly, lost in thought, I began to hear twigs snap and crack in the distance. Gun at the ready, I waited to see if it was another hider. There was no way I could have expected what had happened next.
The snapping drew closer, and was soon followed by footsteps. These steps sounded…off. It sounded as if someone was dropping cinder blocks a few feet from the ground. Alongside that, I noticed that whatever was coming towards me was doing so on more than two legs. I was not scared yet, just uneasy. I reassured myself that it was a Buck. They are Nocturnal, after all.
But this was no Buck. It let out a slow sob, like a baby’s mourns for its mother. Only much, much deeper. I was literally shaking at this point, trying not to breath and failing miserably.
The Thing was very close now, mere yards away.
It closed the distance in two long strides, finally revealing itself.
My Blood ran cold.
It’s back bent downward at a sharp angle. It had very pale white skin, with patches of fur all over it. It did walk on all fours like I originally guessed, but not the way you think. It had impossibly long limbs, almost resembling a humans…but they bent the wrong way. They looked like they had been bashed in, or ran over. It looked human, but was quite far from it. It surveyed they area with a predatory awareness only the top of the food chain possess.
I shifted as quietly as I could, but not quietly enough. A twig snapped under me, like a gunshot ringing in my ears.
It snapped its head right were I was sitting. It glared at me with cold, silver crescent moons for eyes.
It was smiling at me.
Holy shit, It was Fucking SMILING at me!
It revealed it’s teeth, jagged and stained with what I could only imagine to be blood.
Tears rolled down my eyes, hot and salty.
The Thing let out another low cry, but this one was much louder. It hurt my ears, and I covered them and my eyes, all the while screaming for it to just fucking kill me already. After a few seconds, I guess it just stopped. I opened my eyes and took my hands away from my ears.
The Thing had disappeared!
I sat there for what felt like an eternity, making sure that the coast was clear. After gathering up enough courage, I bolted straight for the house. To hell with the game, I just wanted to be safe.
As I sprinted for my life, I could swear I heard those dense footsteps in hot pursuit of me. I never looked back, nor did I feel inclined to do so. I just kept running.
I screeched to a halt at the back entrance to Bob’s house, and threw open the glass door, shuddering in its frame.
I was quickly greeted by a few of my friends, including Bob.
“Jesus Christ, Scott! Where the hell were you!?!” He boomed, jabbing his pointer into my chest. “We were calling you for an hour!”
“I’m so sorry…” I trembled, on the verge of tears. They would never truly understand what had mentally broken me that night.
“Well, you’re back. That’s all that matters, I guess.” Bob shrugged. He noticed my severe shaking, and took verbal note. “What’s got ya so shook?”
There was no way in hell I was going to tell him what actually happened. No way. Instead, I made up a lie I knew he would believe.
“I was trapped by a small group of coyotes, and I think I saw that Alpha.” I said. to this very day, I still don’t know if he knew what I really saw, or if he believed me.
“Just be careful next time, OK?” He spoke softly, putting his hands onto my broad shoulders. “We were worried sick.”
I brushed his hands away, and made my way into the living room where everyone else was lounging. They more looked through me than at me. I plopped down on the nearest couch, debating whether or not I should tell Bob what really happened. Debates turned to thoughts, and thoughts soon turned to sleep, which i was sure I would get none of.
It was a dreamless sleep. Just black, noiseless sleep. It was pure bliss. Yet, I heard what sounded like the soft hammering of a nail in my sleep. It grew louder until I stirred awakw, and ceased all together. All of the lights were on, and I was surrounded by my friends in deep slumber. I checked my phone.
12:30 It read.
My stomach hurt like hell, threatening to un-have my pizza and nachos.I figured that a glass of water and some less greasy food would help. I shuffled to the kitchen, the encounter with the creature practically evaporating from my mind.
As I filled the glass in the sink, I heard that soft tapping again, now to my left. As windy as it was, I assumed it was just some leaves being blown into the glass door.
Still, I was curious. I turned off the water, grabbed the glass, and walked over to the door.
The tapping stopped.
The Thing was right outside the door, smiling. It bent its head close to ninety degrees at the neck as it studied me. The damned Thing was so tall, it had to bend at the knees of its humongous legs to peek into the house. I now noticed the impressive claws It possessed. They were over a foot long, and covered in dried blood.
I didn’t even notice the glass slip out of my hands, breaking into 1000 brilliant shards on the floor. The noise snapped me our of my fearful paralysis. I trembled, tears flowing down my cheeks.
It’s smile grew two-fold as it began to reach for the door handle.]’
I tore away from the door, through the kitchen , into the living room. The sliding door faintly squealed in its tracks.
“BOB FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WAKE UP!!!” I screamed, slapping him in the face.
“GAH! What the fuck is wrong with you?!?”
“I don’t have time to explain, just get your gun!” I pleaded.
Just then, the door slammed shut. I thought I was going to die then and there. But those hellish footsteps became fainter, retreating into the field outisde, all the while a low cry following it.
“What the hell…” Bob whispered.
We both stood up, Bob leading, and headed to see if it was really gone.
He approached the sliding door, and gasped when he could see something.
“W-What’s wrong?” I asked nervously.
He turned to me slowly, all complexion drained from his face. He pointed at the door.
There were three long and thick scratch marks on the door, which was splattered with a black and gooey substance.
Bob and I both silently agreed to never speak of this night ever again. I was amazed that I didn’t wake anyone else up, but that may have not been my own doing…
The following days of Paranoia grew into weeks, and then months. I thought the creature was gone for good, until recently.
The animals have begun acting strange again, and I feel even more sick than usual. I feel as if I’m always being watched. I think I’ll sleep with the shotgun loaded tonight. In fact, I already hear the tapping downstairs.
May god have mercy on my soul.