"Zak, you know you shouldn't be walking through the woods at night," a
voice spoke through the phone that Zak was holding up to his ear, "People
have gone missing there, some of their bodies haven't even been found! What
on earth were you thinking?!"
"I'm going to be completely honest with you," Zak hummed, "I wasn't really
thinking about it much at all, in fact, I hadn't even given the missing
people a thought when I started. All I know now is that I'm completely lost
and have no idea how to get back on track."
"Yeah, I'll bet," the voice responded, "And when you go missing, don't be
surprised if you come back and we're hosting your funeral."
"You're so overdramatic," Zak sighed, "I'll be fine, besides, it's not like
these woods can go on forever, I'll find my way back." He hung up the
phone, mocking his friends in private about how overly concerned they were
over his well-being. After all, he had gotten lost before and nothing ever
came of it.
After about another hour of walking, Zak's worry began to rise, and as he
began to panic, he decided to pull out his phone to play some calming music
to help him stay sane. Yet there was still a feeling that something was
wrong, he had walked through these woods hundreds of times during daylight
hours without a problem, he had taken the same route when he began about
two hours earlier, he should've been out of the woods by now. Soon enough,
he began to fumble with his phone, desperately trying to get directions to
get himself out of the forest.
After a few minutes of fiddling with his phone, Zak suddenly crashed into
something. He fell backward, and in his daze, had the displeasure of
accidentally looking up and seeing firsthand what he had bumped into.
There, standing in front of him, was a tall, thin cryptid with pitch-black
skin, horns that resembled tree branches, a tail that looked like it had
serrated edges, a small glowing white halo, and two piercing white eyes. It
was wearing a long, red cape that appeared to be bigger than the creature
itself, that, along with its silver hair, was slowly moving back and forth
with the wind.
Zak was just hoping that the creature didn't notice him, and if it did,
that it would just leave him alone, but his hopes shriveled when the
creature's head turned towards him, with its eyes piercing his as it stared
down at him. Zak could feel himself trembling with fear as the cryptid took
another step closer to him, and this thing, whatever it was, was massive,
easily exceeding ten feet in height. As Zak's breath became increasingly
