14 September 2012
'C'mon Al' said Sam, 'what's the worst that could happen?' Sam was Alfred's best friend. He had been since preschool but he still didn't quite understand him. Sam was planning a trip to a local 'haunted' forest, but wanted Alfred to go too so Alfred felt like he achieved something. It was, technically, a weekend trip. Alfred wasn't adventurous, wasn't daring, and wasn't about to spend the night in the forest. 'No way!' he replied, 'I'm not spending the night in the forest because you want me to!' 'Its just the weekend! What's wrong with that!?' Alfred didn't really have a reply so just walked off. Sam wouldn't have that. 'Turn back here and answer me! Your not scared are you?!' 'No,' said Alfred, turning to face Sam, 'I'm just not in to camping,' 'Prove your not scared by coming with us,' 'Fine!' 'Good,' said Sam, happy that he just tricked Alfred into going.
The weekend came fast and Alfred was completely unprepared when Sam came up to him and said that they weren't staying in a tent. It gave it a more authentic feel, or so Sam had said.
Anyway, Sam thought it would be hilarious to trick Alfred as they both knew the legend. So, after dark, Sam went off into the woods. 'AAAAARRGGGHHH!!!!' screamed Sam. Alfred, knowing his friend would try something like this, calmly walked over and thought that Sam would jump out any moment, but he didn't. Instead a blood-curdling scream filled the air, as well as the horrid sound of tearing flesh and bone being broken through. 'Sam?' Alfred called, 'Are you Ok?' No reply. All Alfred could think was 'What was happening? Where had he gone?' Then it came, flying out of the wood, hunger in its cold, black eyes, Sam's blood smeared on its face. It came for Alfred
Run. All Alfred could think was run. Run. It was closing on him. Run. He knew that he wouldn't escape but refused to believe it. Run. He turned his head. Run. There it was. Run. Amidst the dark, foreboding forest. Run. Pale white top, sleek, black bottom. Run. A creature from hell. Run. Alfred turned his head again to see where he was going. Run. He was running on pure adrenaline. Run. He couldn't see anything. Fall. There was a large tree root, the same colour as the blackened green forest. He scrambled back into a small, hollowed out tree. The creature flew past him, deep into the forest. 'Is it safe?' he wondered. He poked his head out to check if the coast was clear. Bad move. The beast reared it's ugly head straight at Alfred, who got up and started running again, but the creature was too fast for him and he fell to the ground, the beast above him, with a thud. He tuned onto his back, just as the knife-hand came down.
Beast From Hell • Opuss № I