For a very close friend of mine - Happy Birthday.

"How about we land in California instead of flying straight to Mexico? We can look at all the sights on our way there, and just rent a car!"

That is the last thing I remember right before I go to lay down in the creaky, old motel bed. Feeling absolutely exhausted from our trip, I still recall what happened tonight. Was it human? I close my eyes in hopes that maybe this had all been just a bad dream.

(Twelve hours earlier that day)

We had just landed into L.A and decided to do some shopping and sight seeing before making our way to the resort in Mexico. It was always a dream of mine to come to California, so Crissie's idea to come here was a good one. Finally after an early dinner, we get back on the road. Traffic was rather bad so we both decided it might be best to take a few of the back roads, and drive through some of the smaller towns to avoid any issues. It got dark very fast, I couldn't tell if it was the mass amount of tree's in this town, or if it was really that late. I got a glimpse of what the sign had said "Beacon Hills".

About 10 minutes into driving through this town, our car started to slow down and come to a stop. "We might have a slight problem.." Crissie says, as she looks over to me worried. "Something is wrong with the engine.. I'll go take a look to see if it's something I can fix". Just as Crissie went to open her car door, I heard a howl. Was that a coyote? I grabbed onto Crissie's arm. "Just wait a moment, I think there are coyote's out there."

We both stood there in silence and heard a yell from left side of the car. 2 human like shapes come out, fighting each other. Before we knew it, both of them had run to the bushes on the other side of the car. Another man came running out, and nearly ran into the car. He waves apologizing and continues chasing the other two.

Crissie: W-what just happened.. ?

Jesse: I don't know..

A few minutes go by before the friends decide to call a tow company.

Crissie: It looks like the car won't be ready for about a week or two…we have some rotten luck getting stuck in a place like this, we're pretty much in the middle of no where.

Jesse: Well lets get some rest at the motel in the mean time, we can try to find a grocery store or something tomorrow. I think maybe calling the resort in Mexico would be ideal too, just to let them know we won't be able to make it to our reservation.

Crissie: Sounds good.

Carl was the name of the man who owned the towing company. Luckily for us, he was able to find us a cheap motel to stay at and take us, as well as our luggage to it. We exchanged numbers and checked into a room for the next week. I couldn't help but lay in this stuffy room and think about what we had come across earlier. Crissie hadn't mentioned it once, maybe it wasn't something to worry about.. I can't help but feel the need to go back to the place it all happened.

Morning came, and I woke up really early. Took me a moment, but I finally came to remember how we ended up in a shady place like this. I quietly get out of bed and stretch. Still in the clothes I wore yesterday, I slip on a sweater, brush my teeth, grab my bag and head out. The place where the car broke down was close so walking to it won't be so bad.

When I step outside, I realize the air is thick and foggy. Morning dew shinning on the grass, and the only sound you can hear are the birds in the tall tree's. Walking down the path, I begin to get nervous. A part of me is still hoping last night was all just a bad dream, and we can pretend like nothing happened.

I come to the location .of where the car was towed and see that everything still looks fresh. The tracks of the tow truck, the tracks from our car, and lastly the tracks of those people. Claws. I saw markings in the ground that resemble a human hand print, but it looks like claws. I walk up a bit more and find a wallet. "Stilinski"? It was a drivers license. It has an address.. A part of me thinks I should just bring it to the police station, but I have to know what happened last night. What did I see? Those were not coyotes, they were human but they had claws. I walk back up to the motel. I reach into my bag as I walk, and decide to call a cab. I'm going to meet the individual who was involved in this fight, and get some answers.

Twenty minutes later, the cab arrives. We drive to the address on the I.D. I pay the cab driver, and immediately after I leave the car, he drives off. Suddenly the air had become much thicker, breathing became harder, and I begin to regret my decision