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I am Monster
It has been two years since that day. I remember the day like it was yesterday. Some days it is the only thing I can think about and focus on. I had started out on the trail early in the morning. The trails through the hills and rivers of Michigan were always enjoyable and beautiful. I tend to avoid those these days though. They just scream when I go there. That day started out like any other but then everything went quiet. The trail was narrow like a deer trail. I had thought the forest wasn’t used to me, but I was wrong. As I came to an intersection with a larger trail I turned to see a bear staring at me. Something was wrong with this bear though. Its eyes were red and it was snarling. It had gone mad. I don’t know what came over me as I took off down the trail. I felt faster, but everything was moving in slow motion. I was on the bigger trail. That is all I knew. I noticed up ahead of me two girls round a corner in the trail and I started flailing trying to get their attention. The redhead noticed me first and pulled the other back around the corner. I knew I couldn’t lead the bear down that trail. That was when I noticed the trees at turn were open. I should have known that there wasn’t a second trail. I took off straight hoping to lead the bear away. I turned my head to see if the girls were running as fast as they could. I thought I was going to die. That would have been the better option. I saw the redhead picking up the other girl. The girl’s ankle was twisted like it was broken. This wasn’t good. That was the last time my foot touched the trail. As I fell forward I turned back looking for the bear to follow. It had stopped and was looking at the girls. “Leave me!” It was the girl who had gotten hurt.
By Logan Schwanke4 years ago in Horror
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Trust Your Mechanic
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