I never told this story to anyone other than my family, and to this day, I am trying to forget it ever happenned, but what me and my friends spotted that night should be known. Maybe this will sound as a work of science fiction, and I wish it was that way, but whatever it was that we saw was way too real for the imagination of four preteen boys. Anyways, this is my story, or better said my reality.
I was raised in a relatively small town in Slovakia situated between agricultural plains in the north and forests in the south. For generations, my family resided in a house on the street that bordered the murky woods.
At the time I lived there, I had two best friends, Philip and Tony, who both not only lived on the same street as me, but also were of the same age as I was and thus also attended the same class in the local school. Naturally, we grew to be very close friends and we practically did everything together.
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My name is Thomas, and I am going to share my Monster story with you. This story is set in 2012 and I was a lot younger than I am today, this was in a place called Blue Mountains National Park in Australia and I remember this as clear as day.
My Grandparents lived in the Upper Blue Mountains in a place called Blackheath, a beautiful place with deep gorges and high cliff-tops. My father, me and my Mother visited them in around Winter 2012, we stayed at the house they lived at and it was very cold. The national park had a variety of wildlife, ranging from Kangaroos to Wombats to Possums, you could easily get lost in the dense, thick bush.
On the last night of our stay at their house, me and my Dad went “Bunyip-hunting”, because of my Australian heritage, Bunyip meant a creature which would live in a swamp, and was a mythical, dreamtime story by the Aboriginal People, the Natives of Australia. Me and my Dad didn’t take that much with us, since we planned to be back at say around 7.30 at night. We set off in our deep ocean blue car at 5.30 and the sun began to set and we reached a cliff-top where we looked off into the valley at about 6.00 PM. There was still a little bit of daylight left and the oily pink dotted the sky.
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