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The shrill cry of the alarm clock made me shoot out of bed, muttering obscenities under my breathe. The green glow of light told me it was six in the morning, on a Saturday. Normally I wake up around nine because I'm a night owl all the way, but last night I feel asleep at ten which is like falling asleep at six for most of you. Walking down the hall to the tiny bathroom I switched the lights on. My dark, almost black hair, looked like someone should bring a weed whacker down on it. Grey eyes stared back from the mirror, hazy because of the early time.
I couldn't exactly find a weed whacker in the bathroom so I opted for a ponytail. I pulled on some workout shorts and eased down the stairs and through the front door. I live pretty far away from the town so that means my house is surrounded by great jogging trails. The reason I was so quiet going down the stairs was because I live with my "aunt" she's more of a "step-fifth-cousin-twice-removed-on-my-father's-side"; whatever that means. I just find it easier to call her Auntie; but hey that's just me.
Anyway back on subject; every morning I try to go jogging and this morning I found what I thought was the best trail. It was secluded with shade and it the trail was worn enough where I didn't have to whack the growth out of my way. I almost tripped when I heard the hoot of an owl. How could that be? It was seven in the morning and the sun was up, why would an owl be up now? Personally I didn't care too much it was just puzzling. I looked everywhere for that bird but came up with… nada.
From the thick underbrush I heard an inevitable crunch, crunch. Just a raccoon, I told myself. Yet I groped for a fallen branch for protection. Suddenly a dark huge figure comes leaping out and I muffle a scream. The bark of the branch is now biting into my skin; reminding me of its presence. It's long and thin, but sturdy and it reminds me of the vaulting poles at my school. Eureka, I have a plan. (Okay I know eureka technically means "I have found it!" but give me a break I was under lots stress there.)
Taking a running leap towards the beast I swung myself over the beast with the help of the pole. Suddenly I was staring at the um… butt of the animal instead of the face. Let me tell you, it's a hard to tell the difference. Using the pole I used all my weight to plunge the pole up his… you know what? Never mind, I'll just continue. I was off sprinting along dodging trees and their limbs, but the thing was coming closer. I could tell by the way the trees seemed to uproot as his… paws hit the dirt floor. I was dead meat; with a scream the huge willow that I had treasured split falling over; catching my legs. I was on the dirt floor panting wondering the heck was going on.
That was when the woods were calm. Not only calm but an eerie silence that reverberated off the trees that were still standing; that left one conclusion; I was delusional. Frikin' delusional, but how? The trees littered the floor in evidence and how does a monster like that simply disappear like that? Though a more starling thought reached my mind, how does that appear so quietly? I didn't mind that it left but suddenly appear with no warning? That was different; dangerous.
I was no longer safe in my house on the hills where no interference could come. I was no longer safe in my sanctuary. My eyes closed and my head slumped to the ground.