Beastly || Andy Biersack

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I walked in my front door and shut it behind me. My eyes darted to the grandfather clock that showed the late time of 8:23. Work at the coffee house was quite slow today, so instead of getting off at my usual ten o'clock, I left early. Setting my bag down on the ground, I slipped out of my shoes and headed into the kitchen. A small square note was placed on the table. I picked it up and read the scribbles.

Business trip to Wisconsin. Be back in a few days. I left money for you. XO

Mom

I scrunched my nose. She was always called out for business trips, however it meant making more money so how could I oblige? A faint rattle pulled me from my thoughts. Turning around, my smile grew as I saw the eager puppy pressing his face against the front of his cage. Samson's already smashed face was even more smashed, and I let the little pug out.

Immediately he attacked me with long, wet, slobbery kisses. I grabbed underneath him and lifted him up. "Who's my good boy?"

I spoke to him as if the he could speak. We bought him a few months ago. My mom had gotten him for me to "keep me company" since she went on trips very frequently. I set him down and headed to the back door. Samson was at my heels walking with joy as he saw where we were going. I slid open the large glass door and watched the dog shoot out like a bullet.

I shut the door and sat down at the living room table. Sitting myself down on the soft gray carpeting, I grabbed the remote and turned on the television. I unzipped my bag and took out my folders filled with hundreds of packets and other papers that were too important to throw away. In seconds the whole black table was covered in papers scattered around.

"This is the sixth animal attack within this past month, John." I looked up and found the daily news flashing on the screen. It was an older, salt and pepper gray haired man named John and a cheery, young blonde named Stacey. The news wasn't a regular thing for me to watch, however there was a rise in these attacks lately.

Every day they brought up past attacks, or maybe even a new attack that day. It gave me an eerie chill, especially since they were so close to my house. They say it's some sort of large animal— maybe a wolf is what a lot of people have claimed. But the images displayed throughout the internet and all over the newspapers say otherwise.

The graphic photos of the blood coated victims are enough to scar someone for life. Every single person had a large bite mark on the side of their necks, and a few had slashes in their chests. Bruises were displayed on only two of them, as if they were putting up a fight. But none the less, no one could beat this so called beast everyone is terrified of.

The image of a new victim was thrown onto the screen, and I quickly turned it off. I flipped through the channels and settled for an old episode of The Office to play in the background as I did my homework.

That lasted for maybe five minutes before my phone buzzed in my back pocket, pausing my process of homework. I glanced at the screen, unmoved by who it was. "Yes Alex?"

"Is your mom home?" She asked.

I continued my homework. "Nope."

"I'm coming over." The phone line went dead before I could protest. I set the phone back down on the table not bothering to call back. She would come whether I tell her to or not. I could even lock my doors and she'd still find a way into my house. She only lived a block down the street, so it shouldn't take more than five minutes before my homework is once again completely disrupted.

Realizing there was little to no point in starting it, I tucked the pages away in their folders and slid them back into my bag. I got up and went back into the kitchen. My toes curled, feeling the shaggy carpet in between each one. They shivered at the cool touch of the white tiles of my kitchen, and I quickly shuffled to the fridge to see what my mom had left me.