Demonic Wild Animal Attack

I will start off by saying I was 12 when this happened, and I was in the 5th grade. I lived in Central Texas, and was on a ”camping” trip with my school. I now live in Arkansas, but that isn’t important to this story. My school group was at the camp for 6 days, Monday through Saturday, the first encounter took place on Tuesday night, myself and 2 of my friends, for privacy reasons, we’ll call them Nick and Jack, were playing with a kickball.

I should mention that the cabins the boys stayed in were arranged in a semicircle around a large bluff that lead up to the border of the property. When we were playing, Jack kicked the ball up onto one of the lower ledges of the cliff, since I was closest to the bluff, I shouted “I’ll get it!” Climbing up the bluff, I had the strange feeling of dread creeping down my spine, My instincts told me to look up, that was possibly the worst mistake I’ve ever made. About 300 yards up the bluff… were…. were eyes, when most people report eyes, they tend to be red or gold… but… these eyes were a sickening orange-yellow color, I was practically frozen when Nick walked up to me.

“Hey Noah… are… are you ok?” he asked, I looked over at him, then pointed up at the eyes.
If you’ve ever watched the color drain from someone’s face, it’s quite… dreadful. Jack walked up on my right, but he never looked at Nick or I, his eyes were fixed on the monster. But that wasn’t the worst part, the creature began to move down the bluff, and… we saw it. The monster was walking quadrupedal and looked like a huge… dog. It’s head was huge, larger than any dog I had ever seen. It’s body was skinny, but not thin, more athletically built, but the worst part were it’s forearms, they… they had hands, at first It looked liked it walked somewhat ape-like, then the “paws” uncurled and 5 grotesque fingers tipped with nasty yellowish claws. The monster looked at us the entire time, not breaking eye contact, then…. it smiled at us, or at least the best a “wolf” could do. But as quickly as it appeared, it walked off and climbed up the bluff, but then it looked back, right at me.

The next morning, Nick Jack and I decided to go look at the spot where the “wolf” had come from, we crawled up the bluff for about 400 yards then came to a flat ledge, there was a vertical wall of stone behind it, and there… lying on the ground, was a deer. Or what was left of one. The doe’s carcass was missing it’s hindquarters and most of it’s gut, and it’s head and part of it’s neck was handing by sinews from the rest of it’s body… but the worst part was it’s shoulder, there were crude letters carved by what could only be a knife or some… claw that read “RUN” Nick shrieked, and our counselor walked up from our cabin.

“What on earth are you screaming about” He scolded us angrily, but before he could really lay into us, he looked at the deer carcass.

“Who did… this” He tried to be stern, but his voice was shaky

I responded first “Nobody could have carved into a deer like… that, you aren’t allowed to bring hunting knives and the knives in the mess hall are pretty dull.” Our counselor looked at me and nodded. “What is it?” Nick asked, his voice somewhat shaky.

Our counselor pulled out a book of Texan mammals and flipped through it, repeating something “Bears don’t come this far east, coyotes won’t come this close, foxes are to small, and jaguars don’t come this far north” Nick and Jack looked at each other. What I thought was a wolf… was…. inhuman.

The only other time I saw this… creature was on the Friday before we left the camp. Each cabin was split into groups and were assigned to camp out somewhere around the camp’s property. Of course Nick, Jack and I grouped up, we were all boy scouts together, so we had a lot of experience in camp building, I skip through most of the boring stuff, but we decided to do a raised platform, last thing we need is a rattlesnake slithering into our tent.

That night, it was about midnight, and Nick had already went to sleep, Jack and I stayed up and talked by the fire pit we built when… when we heard it.

The demon had found us again. The sound it made was like nothing I had ever heard. It was low, guttural and sounded like a mix of a wolf howling and the scream of a mountain lion. Jack said something about God (the God of the Christian Bible) trying to comfort him, I said “Hey man, let’s go to the tent and trying and get some sleep” he looked at me and nodded, climbing up onto the platform, we crawled into the tent.

Miraculously we got some sleep, but that was short lived. I woke up to a scraping noise, and suddenly, a searing pain ran down my shoulder and back, I looked over my shoulder and found that the same dirty yellow claws I seen were desperately clawing through the remains of the side of our tent, the monster had caught me in it’s attempt to get in at us. Jack and Nick were already awake, looking on at terror.

But then… the claws disappeared along with an echoing boom, someone had fired at shotgun, and that had saved our lived. The rest of the night and following morning was quiet as we left for home.

I have never told this story to anyone, and I still have that gruesome scar running down my back, once I got back to my parents, I told them I had run into a thorn bush and got cut badly. After that I had practically forgot about it. Until I found Darkness Prevails, which made me want to share my own story. I want to warn everyone, even if you may feel safe, there might always be something, something inhuman, that wants your blood.