The sky was dark with clouds brushing over it like a gigantic paintbrush on a canvas. I was sweating all over hoping the mysterious figure wouldn't come find me. The best hiding place was a tree. There was no where else I could go but there. I kept pleading under my breath for that horrendous creature to go away. Though I didn't know what it looked like, I just didn't want to know!
When I heard a moan coming from a quarter of a mile away, I closed my eyes and gasped to hold my breath in. I whispered under my breath, "Hold yourself together, Stan! Don't give it away that you are a big doofus who gets picked on by eighth graders." A cold wind rustled through the autumn leaves which gave me the chills. I shivered with the sense of terror and dread. If only I brought a jacket!
Yeah, I know what you're thinking. A small pre-teen like myself should listen to his parents on wearing a jacket in the fall. Though I don't listen too much which is my fault. Still, a tough guy like myself can handle anything… except the cold. For now, my only wish is to get out of this tree and safely back into a nice, warm house…
A grunt came so near now that it made me flinch a little. I could now see what the thing is, yet I gasped at the sight. This thing was tall and almost like a human, but it had no skin to cover the red muscles around its body. I don't know if it is a male or female though I don't want to get curious to find out. As the saying goes "curiosity killed the cat". In my case, I am the cat hiding in a tree, waiting for the horrifying, bloody muscle monster to go by.