Bred by a Deformed Monster
The sound was a low growl, barely audible over the rustling of leaves in the wind. Eighteen-year-old Rebecca paused in her tracks, her heart pounding in her chest. She had always been drawn to the woods behind her house, finding solace in its quiet and seclusion. But tonight was different. Tonight, she heard something that made her skin crawl.
Despite the fear gnawing at her gut, Rebecca pushed on, driven by a curiosity she couldn’t quite explain. As she delved deeper into the woods, the trees grew thicker, the moonlight struggling to pierce through the dense canopy overhead. The growling grew louder, more intense.
Rebecca felt a bead of cold sweat trickle down her spine.
She couldn’t quite make out what the source of the growling was, but it sounded large and dangerous. She could feel it in her bones. Still, Rebecca pressed on, her breaths coming in short gasps. Her eyes darted around, trying to penetrate the darkness, but all she could see were shadows.
Suddenly, she heard a twig snap behind her, and she whirled around, heart in her throat. But there was nothing there, just the dark trees and an eerie silence. It was as if the entire forest was holding its breath.
Her instincts screamed at her to turn back, but something inside her refused to listen. She had to know what was making that sound and see it for herself. And so she pressed on, deeper and deeper into the woods, until the growling grew so loud she could feel it vibrating through her bones.
And then she saw it.
It was like something out of a nightmare. Towering over her, covered in thick fur that shone silver in the moonlight, was a beast unlike anything she had ever seen. Its eyes glowed red, like coals in a fire, and its breath came out in ragged snarls.
Rebecca stumbled backward, her mind racing with fear and disbelief. This couldn’t be real. Monsters weren’t supposed to exist.
But as the creature stepped forward, its massive paws thudding against the forest floor, Rebecca realized with a sickening lurch that this was all too real. She was face to face with a beast straight out of her darkest, most primal fears.
And yet, even as she trembled with terror, she couldn’t deny the creature’s strange, inexplicable allure. There was something undeniably alluring about how it moved; its muscles rippled under its fur, and its eyes seemed to pierce into her soul.
For a moment, she stood frozen, unable to move or think. And then the beast lunged forward, its jaws gaping wide.