Hi! Sorry if this is kind of odd, but the idea just came to me, so I had to get it down. This is my first attempt at horror, so if you could review with any comments or suggestions, it would be greatly appreciated. I have a story for this, so if you could review with whether or not i should continue or leave as a one-shot, that would also help. :).

My footsteps made thudding noises in time with my heart as I sprinted through the dark woods. It was after midnight, of that much I was sure, but I was finding it hard to pinpoint the exact time, as I had left my watch back at the now abandoned campsite where I was going to rest for the night.

As if to purposefully interrupt my thoughts, a distant roar filled the trees, surrounding me in it's horrible clutches. My adrenaline gland kicked into overdrive as I sped up, trying to get away from the beast that was chasing me.

"You won't make it," a little voice in my ear whispered to me as the trees sped past. "It will catch you, and it will kill you, and it will destroy all trace of you and no one will know, and no one will care."

I thrust that part of me away. I will get away, and find people, find backup, find someone to help me slaughter the beast.

"Where would they be?" my inner voice whispered. "You're miles from any place with people who could even begin to help you."

Again I forced myself to shove away those murderous thoughts.

Another roar sounded, closer this time. My heart sped up in response, and I wrung as much power as i could muster into my legs to go faster.

I shuddered as the memory of the beast flooded through my head. I had been camping, and as I came into a clearing, looking for the perfect spot to set up for the night, I saw something that I never want to see again as long as I lived.

The beast was crouched over the carcasses of three children, they couldn't have been more that five or six years old. All of their faces held expressions of utter terror, which was made worse by their blank, dead, staring eyes. One of them seemed to stare straight into my soul, asking me why she had to die. Why she would never be seven, why she wouldn't see mommy or daddy anymore, why she was the one who had to end her life being torn to shreds by a beast who was only supposed to live in her nightmares, under the bed, in the closet. But not in the woods, not the beast who opened her window as she slept and tore her from her dreams into the jaws of her death.

I let out an involuntary moan as I staggered and nearly fell, which would mean my certain death. Where did that girl live? Did she live in the small village a few miles north of here, or perhaps farther away? How long did she scream until she could scream no more? Did she even get the chance to scream before dying? Or did she just let out the barest whisper as her voice caught in her throughout while her vocal chords were paralyzed with fear.

I let out a scream as a muscle in my leg spasmed uncontrollably. I had been hiking all day, and now, just when I needed my legs most, they were failing me.

I went down with a heavy thud. As I fell, I could see the stars through a gap in the forest trees. I noticed my throat hurt. I was screaming, a lot. But I couldn't hear it. All I could hear was my own heartbeat.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

I slowly pushed myself up to stare blankly into the eyes of the very beast that had been chasing me. It's low growl cut through the thuds of my heart.

As I felt the beast's teeth sink into my leg I knew that I was going to die. There was a tearing noise, and I looked down to my leg to see blood squirting in bright crimson gushed from the stump where my leg used to be. Bile rose in my throat once more as I looked at the remains of my body. I couldn't run anymore.

Slowly the pain rose until the blistering white-hot agony had taken over, clouding my vision and the rest of my senses.

Thankfully, black began to creep over the edge of my vision, and I felt myself slip away. Away from the pain, from the night, from the sightless eyes of the young nameless girl whose face my own surely matched.

Goodbye.

Cackling laughter tore through the woods as the beast moved in for his kill.

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