The Search for Sasquatch

Chapter 2: Jeff's Experience/Night 1

By: Aaron Gamemaster

Sorry I didn't mention this before; I had my poster flipped to the "Grand Theft Auto San Andreas" side, the area they are searching at is "Back O' Beyond", near the freeway.

By 6:30, they had set up 30 different recorders in the area around Back O' Beyond. The sun created a red skyline, scattered through the trees of the forest, and it was beautiful.

At the camp, there were five tents set up among the trees. The air was damp; and relaxing among the forest sounds. Birds chirping, calling, that whole bit.

Jeff lay on a bed, in one of the tents, staring onto the green tarp above him. He was almost meditating; he was very deep in thought. His mind drifted towards his high school days, when he was interested in girls, causing trouble, and graffiti. He thought he was a bad kid; always getting in fights suspended.

He brusquely got up, hearing a growing.

What the hell? Why is it dark? It's only 6:30!

He opened his tent, the others around him glowing in the dark, lamps were lit, and his teammate's shadows moved, as they all came out of the tents.

The sky was black, two torches partially light up the dirty ground they were on. Everyone filtered out of their tents; wondering what they had just heard.

Jeff looked at his watch; 1:00 a.m.

There was a loud growling, they the sound of the ground thumping, as something heavy sprinted towards the camp site.

Jeff looked around, the fear in his eyes, reminded him of that day… o so long ago.

He started to cry, having an eerie feeling, he was very scared. It growled again, everyone turned around, and looked into the forest; a dark, black, tall figure stood there, growling, it stomped towards Jeff. All that was seen was its dark figure in the dim light.

It was next to Jeff, in front of him. He stood, frozen with fear, as if it were his time to die, and leave this world forever.

It raised its arm, in a flash of pain; he was on the ground, in a puddle of blood, which was still leaking out of his head. Jeff put his hand up to it, a big chunk was missing.

He put his head down, and closed his eyes, whishing that the Bigfoot creature gone. He got up, in his tent. Blood covered his pillow, and bed. He stood up, hearing a loud growling, and screaming. The sound of something strong tearing through the flesh of a person loud in the air, the screams were coming from a girl.

Jessica! He screamed in his thoughts. His cut open head, which was virtually painless, kept pouring out more blood.

He opened his tent. All he saw was a black background, with a small strip of ground, stretching along a path, with tents on both sides of it, stretching on for as far as he could see.

He ran over to the strain edge, where the ground ended, but a strange force pulled him back into the middle of the path.

Looking down, between the two columns of tents, was a person, far away, appearing to be bloody. Jessica!

Jeff ran as fast as he could, voices talking in his head, "Die" "You are worth nothing!" "Be dead!" "I will kill everyone you know" "Go away! Leave while you still have the chance!"

Jeff kept running, and then he fell into a black void, with pictures of roads in the dark night sky in his mind.

He woke up, and glanced at his watch. It was 10:33 p.m.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and put his hands on his head, gasping for air. The tent door sipped down.

"Are you okay? Having one of those nightmares?" Jessica slowly walked in, sitting on the bed next to him.

"They…" he gasped for air. "Are trying… To… To… Tell me something."

"Why do you think you are here?"

"Well… I need to find something out for me… That day… I can't stop thinking about it. Seven years later, I finally had the courage to search for it… And now… I don't…"

"What? Want to? And let the rest of your life get haunted by this thing?"

"No… I need to find him… To prove I'm not insane!"

"Okay… I know this might be a bad time, but what happened anyway?"

Jeff exhaled lightly, finally catching his breath. He got up, and put a T-shirt on. He walked back over to the bed, and sat down.

"It was August 13th, 1888." He cleared his throat. I was on a shortcut, through the forest, that a friend told me about, so I could get home from the end of my job in Los Santos, it was business. Anyway…" He hesitated. "I was just getting out of Flint Range, and headed into Leafy hollow, along that long strip of road that zigzags, and heads up the hill. I was near the top. It was like, 2 a.m. I remember seeing that red car; pass me, driving like… Oh, I don't know, 100 mile per hour? Anyway, I headed up the hill; nothing was visible except the road in front of me, black everywhere else. I saw something, near the final turn in the zigzag. A huge animal, must have been 8 feet tall, was walking across the road. I turned, trying to dodge it, but I hit it. I saw a brown… I don't know, fly over my windshield. I lost control of the car, crashing down the hill into a tree. I remember spinning up the hill, to the road. There was a little bit of blood on the road, as well as my car. My flashlight, my best friend. I later arrived at my girlfriend's apartment, she supported me. A few weeks later, she left me, said I was to "paranoid" about that incident. I talked about it way to much." Jeff sort of chuckled. "I left San Andreas, and moved to Liberty City, then ended up at Jance City, with my dad. My mom died that year, a heat attack. I had nightmares all the time, so my dad gave me the money to found the S.F.S.S.F., which you are now apart of. I think I need to find him again… He is haunting me."

"Wow…" she leaned towards Jeff, and whispered "I want to find him too." She kissed him, and then left the tent for her own.

Next chapter: Chapter 3- "Day/Night 7"

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