The forest was still, the shadows lurking behind every tree, ready to cloak my path in darkness as I blundered through the forest. I was lost dusk was closing in and there was no-one to hear me scream. Suddenly a twig snapped and I whipped round in fright, there was nothing there, or nothing that I could see, the sound had echoed around the trees, like thousand unimaginable creatures were creeping up on me. I cam to a small clearing where a crack of moonlight from between the trees, but still not enough to provide any small comfort. Heavy breathing, padding feet, slobbery jaws with a rush of air and the winter moon was no longer there. How could I have created this.

3 days ago on the 25th of November 1947

It was one 1 am, id been working all night, making the finishing touches and preparing for the conclusion of 14 years toiling, my lifes work almost complete. They said I couldn't do it, they said I was mad, but ive done it and when they see me, and him, they'll have to finally accept me. No more insults, no more jeers, and if they do, thell have him to deal with. I approached the heavy oak door the excitement bubbled up in me, I opened the door a creek echoed through the crumbling house. I walked up to my creation, it was there so delicate and helpless just lying there, lifeless. But soon, no not soon now. I stepped closer picking up the instruments to give my creation life, I placed the items in there places and started the machine, suddenly a loud crack and flash of blue light was here and then gone even quicker. A growl from my creation the first sign of life, his nostrils flared and his eyes flicked open, he lashed out his claw like nails millimetres from my face.

I scampered round the wall my eyes fixed on the beast my hands searching for the door, I found, it but by this time he was squatting on the table ready to leap, at me, I forced open the door and shut it just in time as the beast came clattering into it splintering the wood all over me, but that gave me the time to get away as he freed his trapped limbs but I could never out run him, I made him to well.

I ran past a cupboard trying to think of what to do, I ran into the kitchen locked the door and searched desperately through the drawers to find the most weapon like thing I could find, not that it would be any use against him. I finished my search with feeble results, a kitchen knife and iron-frying pan, I knew they would be no use but they gave me a small comfort keeping the hope alive in me. A beam of dull moonlight came through the window that gave me an idea, escape through the window run until I find someone who can help me, but thinking I could be running for miles and if he caught my scent hed be on me in a flash anyway I had the woods to go through, but its my only hope.