The old Welsh village had been run down a long time now. Nobody lives there any more; just a tourist attraction. Back in the day it was home to over 100 families living happily for many years – until the incident. The only thing that works there now is the old farm - if you can call it that - it only has a barn a few pigs and some chickens. The farm is owned by George Gruff; he lives on his own, didn't talk to anybody. Probably because he didn't see anybody. The tourists didn't like coming near the farm; that's where the incident started. Gruff only talks the pigs only when he feeds them every day. He makes their food himself and keeps it in the house; he never went into the barn. Gruff had lived through the incident, he swore to himself that he had just been seeing things but the scars on his arm proved they where real.
Before the incident Gruff had been happy; he even bought himself a dog, he raised him to be a fine guard dog, but then it went into the barn. Gruff never saw him again and that is where the incident started.
After a few years the media, tourists and all the others started making up stories like the one about the mutant lizard or the aliens who stole all the pets. Gruff didn't believe them. He knew what happened, he couldn't explain it, but he knew what happened.
One time Gruff had a bad season he had not grown any food so he was forced to go into town, into civilization Some people stared; they all knew who he was. Gruff stopped by one shop only to buy few things, he got to the till. The shopkeeper was new; hair combed neatly, white teeth, not a crease in his special shopkeepers outfit. Gruff was a scruff, he had an old torn green coat, hadn't shaven in days, no knowledge of personal hygiene. "So, where do you work?" asked the shopkeeper with his stupid smile,
"the farm" said Gruff barely audible.
"So how's business?" asked the annoying shopkeeper.
"fine" said Gruff not wanting to talk. Gruff got home quick, he turned on his wind-up radio, he remembered what he had heard on it a while ago: a man goes missing in a tourist prison down London. Gruff then started to remember all the strange things he had heard on the radio; an escaped lizard in the House of Commons, some giant bug on a racetrack… Suddenly his radio stopped, it started to crackle, like some sort of interference. Gruff turned the radio off. He looked put of the window, straight at the barn. He never had the courage to go in. But today, today he would. To face his fears to see once and for all there was nothing to be frightened about. Gruff got up out of his chair to put on his boots, he walked outside and looked at the rake leaning on the wall, No he thought not after all these years. Gruff walked down the muddy path, he unlocked the doors of the barn and opened… A light glow fell upon his face, the face of shock and surprise. Broken glass sprang to his mind but that's impossible. A noise made him turn, but it was too late; the creature was upon him, burrowing it's snout into Guff's blood-stained body.