Forlot: The Only Golf Course - Book Sixty-Eight

Chapter Six

I wanted to look at the person who just yelled that, but fear had coiled around me like rope. Even if I got to my feet and sprinted, the devilish creature would catch me easily. It was fast like a cheetah. Maybe faster. I ripped out pieces of grass. I shut my eyes tight and uttered the loudest scream that I have ever made. All the residents should have heard me. Hopefully, they figure out why I died - if the creature leaves any parts of me.

I did not need to see who hollered, for I recognized her voice. It was Lizzy.

Bam! Bam!

I was startled by the bangs. They were incredibly close. They sounded as if they were right in front of me. Poor ears. They were ringing. I covered them and forced my eyes to open. What I saw made me like Lizzy - a little.

The monster was on its stomach with its arms and legs out. It was only less than an inch away from me! It was not moving. Its bloodshot eyes were closed. Its hand in a grasping position was resting in my lap. I gasped and slapped it off. I scooted back and scrambled to my feet. I was breathing so heavily that my belly hurt. My heart skipped a beat.

Standing by the monster was Lizzy. In her hands was a shovel. She was glaring down at the creature. Her teeth were clenched. After my fear disintegrated, I registered that she had knocked out the creature - or killed him. I have not wished death on anybody or any animal, but I hoped that the horrifying creature was dead. It was too dangerous to continue living.

Still frowning at it, my sister asked, "Are you okay, sis? Did it scratch you or anything?"

I quickly checked myself. Not one scratch on my warm skin - other than the small cut on my wrist that I made accidentally. I cut myself at least once a week. I am not sure why. I might be a bit careless, I guess. Besides the little stains in my shirt, my clothes were undisturbed. I made it out unscathed.

"Yes," I choked out. "But I am scarred for life."

Lizzy nudged the monster with her foot. "We are good. The...thing is either unconscious or dead. I hit it pretty hard, so I probably bashed in its brain." She shook said shovel. "But I will whack it again if it awakens."

My friends and I gathered around the lifeless monster. I wanted to look away. I wanted to run. Grab my things and run off the course. I would not stop until I reached home. But I was too shocked to move. Shocked that an actual monster that should be in a show or video game was in front of us. It appeared from the woods and was on the golf course where my buddies and I were having fun.

How long was it in the course's deep woods? Did it live there? It could not have. Anais, Frida, and I - as well as other golfers and their fans - were on this course a ton. Golf is more popular in Forlot than you readers realize. The gigantic course gets crowded, especially during the evenings and weekends. My best buds and I were lucky this time. No one here but us - and Lizzy. But if she did not show up, I would have probably been eaten. Anais, Frida, and I would have died.

I stood between Frida and Anais. "Lizzy. Thank you for saving us." It is difficult to thank a person who is out to get you.

"Where did you get the shovel?" Frida asked.

"I brought it along. It was in my golf bag," Lizzy said.

I did not have to ask Frida and Anais or see their facial expressions. I knew that they were pondering the same question as I was.

Anais squinted at her. "I am afraid to ask why you have the shovel. "Were you going to bury something here or what?"

Lizzy giggled. "It is for fishing my ball out of the water. I knew that I would be smacking my ball out of bounds a lot, so..." She patted the wooden handle. "...my trusty shovel will help me get through the game."

Lizzy was normally an exceptional liar, but this was the worst lie yet. Whoever believes it is an idiot.

"I believe that we have had enough golfing for one day. Do you not think so, Anais? Frida?" I said.

Anais nodded.

Frida started fast-walking away. "Let us get out of here before that creature awakens - if it is still alive."

My sister's face saddened. "And I was eager to play golf with my favorite sister and her besties. But I get it. I do not want to play anymore."

"You did not even start playing," I reminded her. Anais and I sprinted past her.

As Frida, Anais, and I hurriedly packed my belongings, I looked back at Lizzy.

"Huh?"

Lizzy was now standing a couple inches away from that dark creature. Her shovel was lying next to her. It took me a few seconds to register that she was clutching her phone. She had it to her face and was clicking a button again and again. What was she doing? I asked when we returned home.

"What were you doing with your phone, Lizzy?"

She carried her golf bag to her room. "When?"

I followed. "You were pointing it at the creature."

"Oh." She opened her closet and placed the golf bag on the floor. "I snapped pictures of the creature."

I stood in the doorway. "Uh, why?"

"There is a latest feature in the Camera app released...I think two days ago. It tells you information about your pictures. Plants. Food. I will use it on one of the photos that I took of the creature."

This must be another lie.

"Do it then. Do it now."