It was not the first time the twins decided to follow a weird story about their home town. Actually since they were ten most of their free time was about hunting weird things to understand them.
They were both seventeen when this story happened. I decided to write it down and hide it before erasing my memories. I have been their best friend for a long time. Stanley and I were leaving the town a few months later for University. Stanford had just found a job at the local Shack. At first it seemed as if it would be our last adventure.
Stanford had heard some weird description about a creature in the forest. A kind of bear with the head of human but with antlers. This creature was walking on two feet according to the people who saw the 8 foot and 2 inch beast.
I remember that night of June in the wood. We sang miners' songs and after a few beers, which we had stolen from my parents' fridge, we sang some drinking songs. It was almost midnight when Stanford left of what we have decided to call our camp. Two tents and a fire. At that time we didn't have anything to prove what we saw that very night.
When Stanford was running back to the camp we understood something wrong must have happened. He had blood and mud on his shirt. It was not his blood because even after he took it off we didn't see a wound. A few minutes later we overheard the scream of a wolf agonizing. We weren't even aware that this forest had wolves at the time.
Stanley took a big sharp stick of wood, Stanford took his knife out of his pocket but I only had a baseball bat to defend against a creature that according to people who had seen it was way taller than all of us.
We were terrified. Without a doubt today it's still one of the worst moments of my life. When the beast finally approached our camp it was on its four feet and it was running until it saw us. It got on his back feet and started moving the other two to hit us with his big front legs.
Stanley got hit. He was left laying on the ground. It was so powerful that the very air that he displaced made me fall. The monster was now jumping on Stanley's unconscious body. Stanford protected his twin brother by jumping in front of the menace.
It fell on Stanford instead of Stanley. It was on him. With this beast's weight breathing must have been a torture. I helped him and he got out of under the beast even more covered in blood than before.
By the dawn of the day Stanley had woken up. He saw the body of what we had killed during the night. He was ashamed of the three of us. We should not kill creatures, we should learn from them was what he said.
Right after this event he started collecting informations about everything we have seen during our younger years. Now all I want is forget because I can't stand the knowledge anymore, I'm not like them.