It was a dark summer night in the town of Golden Keys, South Dakota. The town was nestled in the heart of the Black Hills, about two miles away from Mount Rushmore. Over at a bed and breakfast lodge, a large shadow cast over the main sign that said: HAYWORTH'S BED AND BREAKFAST. Then, haunting footsteps and a quiet but scary growl were heard with the shadow; the growl sounded like a combination of growls between a wolverine, a wolf, a cougar, and a bear.
Inside one of the main bedrooms at the bed and breakfast, a woman with blonde hair and light skin (wearing a pink nightgown) was sleeping in her bed when she heard footsteps from outside. The woman opened her eyes with a frightened expression and then sat up in bed. She gasped when she heard heavy breathing, and pulled the sheets close to her chest. After a few seconds of shivering, the woman slowly climbed out of window and decided to pull back the curtains of her window to get a glimpse of what was going on outside. She looked through the window, and saw a large shape of a scary-looking creature. Was it a bear? Was it an ape?
Just as the beast turned its head, the woman got a very brief glimpse of its yellow and red eyes, as well as its two large, sharp teeth. The woman gasped with fear and pulled the curtain back again before she ran out of her room.
The blonde woman ran down the stairs with fright, and then she bumped into an African-American couple. The woman had short hair, and she was wearing a white shirt under a lavender top and a purple skirt. The man had a goatee, and he was wearing a cream-colored shirt with a lime green vest, olive green pants, and black shoes.
The woman gently took the blonde woman by the hands and asked with concern, "Are you alright, Miss Lawson?"
"You look live you've seen a ghost!" the man commented with a surprised look.
"Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Hayworth!" Miss Lawson breathed with fear as she trembled, "There was a creature outside!"
"Calm yourself, Miss Lawson," Mr. Hayworth instructed the woman calmly, "And explain to us what happened."
"Well, I was just sleeping in my bed upstairs," Miss Lawson explained, "And I heard some footsteps and heavy breathing outside. I was terrified, but I looked out the window and saw it – those yellow and red eyes, that big body, and those teeth!"
"Honey, it's alright," Mrs. Hayworth kindly assured Miss Lawson, "You stay with my husband, and I'll go make you a cup of tea to feel better, okay?"
Mrs. Hayworth went to the kitchen while her husband escorted Miss Lawson into the vestibule to sit down on a comfy chair. After putting a kettle of water on the stove, Mrs. Hayworth went over to a cupboard to find a good china cup for her guest. But when she opened the doors, the woman gasped and screamed, "OH NO! My favorite china is gone!"
Miss Lawson and Mr. Hayworth heard Mrs. Hayworth cries, and the man ran over to check on his wife.
When Mr. Hayworth reached the kitchen, his wife told him fearfully, "I could've sworn I had all my nicest china set up nicely in here, but now it's all gone! They were passed down from my mother!" And then, she began to cry.
Just then, a couple of dark-skinned girls arrived to the scene. The younger girl was wearing a baby blue long-sleeved top, a darker blue skirt, gray stockings, and sky-blue shoes; her hair was done in two braids. The older girl's hair was wild and wavy, but it was crowned by a dark gold headband with a bow; she also had on a pink long-sleeved shirt under a golden yellow T-shirt, blue jeans, and black boots.
"Mama, what happened?" asked the younger girl.
"Patti! Abigail!" Mrs. Hayworth cried to her daughters, "Of all the nights that things could go wrong, this is it!"
"What's going on?" asked Patti, the older girl.
"Well, our guest, Miss Lawson, is terrified because of a so-called creature outside, and your mama's best china teacups have been stolen!" Mr. Hayworth explained to his daughters.
"What kind of bad luck is falling upon us?" Patti wondered out loud.
Suddenly, a loud roar was heard outside, making the whole family huddle together with fear! The roar was worse than the growl heard earlier – it sounded just like a combination of other animals' roars: a grizzly bear, a wolf, a wolverine, and a mountain lion!
"It can't be!" gasped Mrs. Hayworth.
"What is it, Mama?" Abigail, the younger girl, asked with fear in her voice.
Mr. Hayworth just looked out with a shocked and frightened look as he softly answered, "The Black Hills Behemoth!"
