It's a dark night in the windmill for Ron Albatross. He had a hard life. "Man, sometimes I wish I could just quit," he said with a sigh. A noise then makes him shiver, the sound is the rustling of leaves. He shrugged it off because there are lots of trees around. But then the sound of heavy footsteps shook the ground. "just the building settling, after all, this place was built today," he said with a smile. Just then, a worker bursted in with a scared face like he saw a ghost. "Boss, there's something killing the workers," she said. "What, just let me handle it," Tom said thinking that when she said something it was a teenager. When he got to the work area, he saw that all the workers died and were hanging by their throats by their intestines. The wind then made him jump. "Calm down, it's just a messed up teen," he said. When he turned around, he came face to face with a 6 foot 7 inch creature made of oak wood. It was the thing that killed the workers. Its demonic eyes were staring into Tom Albatross's sole, and it not happy. "What are you," Tom asked with fear in his voice. The creature then turned and pointed to a saying on the wall made of blood. It said "I am the Wood Beast." The creature then turned back to Tom and roared. "Oh no," Tom shouted running to his office. When he got there, he saw that the worker that told him about the Wood Beast was killed and hung in the same way the others were. "Oh god no," he said under his breath. When the creature got to his office, Tom saw a heart with the initials "T.A + J.B." That indicated that the creature was the same oak tree that he carved the initials of him and his girlfriend, Juliet Blazer. "But how did it get from Scotland to Florida," he wondered. The creature then took a step forward, so Tom took a step backwards. Tom then saw a Glock 18 pistol and grabbed, then he aimed it at the Wood Beast. "Alright, time to die," he said, pulling the trigger. But the bullet did nothing. The Wood Beast then used its fingers to wrap around Tom into a vice grip. "Then the creature spoke six words "You will no hurt trees anymore." The creature then proceeded to rip out the man's intestines and gouge out his eyes. Then the creature walked away after he hung Tom. But the creature was not 6 foot 7 anymore, it was now 11 feet 12 inches.


So, what do you think? Should I make the Wood Beast fight a famous creepypasta, or should I make a sequel? Tell me in the review section.