Awww! You people are so nice! I got reviews! I've been really busy with school and I have summer classes. But I have ninety minutes to kill between them so I'll try to work on the story.

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The soft grass gave way underneath the weight of a small creature; its beady eyes peered intently into the night in hopes that predators were somewhere else. Seeing none, it crept ever so slowly forward, dragging its tail behind. An unusual scent had filled the air awhile ago and the creature came to investigate. Was it food? Was it a dead animal? Or was it a foe? Whatever it was, the creature's brain decided that it must go to it, despite the dangers. Scurrying over a branch, the brute's nose twitched slightly; the odd smell still hung in the air, but there was a new one… and it was closer. Eagerly, it ran through the underbrush until its paws hit a hard surface.

Pacing back and forth, the little fiend's mind drew up a blank on what it was standing on. The smell rose up from the ground, causing a sick feeling inside of the animal. It was the first, not the new one it hoped to find. As it pondered over this, the ground began to shake. A horrible rumbling noise came through the air when a pair of glowing eyes fell upon the small beast.

The eyes! Those hideous eyes! Glowing bright yellow filled with malice and evil as it came towards the other animal. The owner of those eyes roared as it sped up, but the little being could do nothing but stare into the eyes while it open its mouth to let out a piecing screech…

"Whoohoo! That's four 'possums so far! Ain't this fun Allie?" a teenage boy shouted from behind the steering wheel, grinning from ear to ear as he tried to keep control of his truck. The person he was addressing, Allie, sat stock still on the passenger side with her hands gripping the dashboard like insanity had on King James.

"Mike! Please, slow down. You'll get us both killed!" squealed the blond girl as the vehicle almost veered into a ditch. The brown haired boy just laugh.

"Awl, come on! This is fun! Admit it!" he managed to bring the truck under control while Allie relaxed slightly.

"How long will it take to get to my house now?" Smoothing her hair down, Allie glanced over at Mike with a perturbed look on her face.

"Hmmm, I'm guessin' five minutes or so. What? You don't like my company?"

"Ick, like, as if."

Smiling, Mike was about to say something when he slammed on the breaks, throwing both of them forward.

"Shit, man, did you see that. Oh my god, what was that?" The blood from Mike's face drained as he stared wide eyes ahead.

"See what? God, what is your problem?"

Shaking his hand at the road in front of him, Mike quickly started to look all around him as if what he saw would jump at them any minute.

"There was this… thing that just ran across the road. It was big, it looked almost like a human but I could tell it wasn't. It ran into that field over there." He pointed to the right side of the truck towards an overgrown meadow, surrounded by trees.

Allie bit her lip, "The Huffman Moors?" she inquired and Mike slowly nodded.

"Let's go check it out."

"Are you crazy? Like, something freaky just, like, ran into the Moors and you want to see what it was?!"

The truck started moving forward as Mike pressed the gas pedal, completely ignoring Allie's protests. Soon they came to a low spot where the truck could easily go over into the meadow.

When she heard the sounds of the overgrown grass swishing against her door, Allie let out a whimper.

"Please, Mike, I want to go home."

"Don't worry Allie, I just want to see what that thing was and then we'll take off."

They sat there for a few minutes, their eyes strained to see beyond the headlights. Turning to the boy, Allie began saying, "Mike, lets like, just go…"

"Shhh!" Grabbing her shoulder, Mike pointed out ahead of them.

In the distance they could see a dark figure walking through the grass towards them, but at an angle where the light only illuminated it's outline.

"Dammit! Its Brian! God damn sonava bitch is trying to scare the crap out of us." Turning off the engine and headlights, Mike jumped out of truck and ran to the other person.

"Brian, you better run boy 'cause I'm gonna kick your ass!" then he simply disappeared into the darkness.

Back in the truck, Allie shifted slightly in her seat. She had heard Mike threaten this Brian boy and hoped that he would soon return. But after a few minutes of silence, she began to worry.

Timidly rolling down the window a few inches, she called out to Mike.

"Mike?" no answer, "Mikes?" silence, "Michael?" no response. To say she was scared would be an understatement.

Fumbling with her seatbelt, she scooted over to the driver's side.

"God, I wish I took Driver's Ed." She turned the key away from her, allowing the vehicle to roar.

"Headlights, headlights, where is that headlight thing?" She searched the entire dashboard with no luck until she saw in big, bold letters HEADLIGHTS: PULL KNOB.

She slapped her forehead and pulled.

Nothing. She saw no Mike or 'Brian', just the grass waving in the wind. Panicking, Allie looked everywhere for her friend.

"Mike? Mike?"

Suddenly something smashed against the windshield causing her to scream a little before it registered what it was, then she couldn't stop screaming.

It was Mike, On the windshield. With no head, cut open from the chest down, and his ribs were missing. She watched in horror as the blood ran down the glass. Turning to the door, Allie saw something move outside of the truck. Before she could react the door was torn away.

A pair of large hands grabbed her face, and before her head was ripped from her body she heard a deep, demonic laugh fill the air. Then nothing.