The Creep (Part One)

CRUNCH.... CRUNCH...

CRUNCH... CRUNCH...

As I walk along this less travelled trail, the gravel gives way under my feet.. the dirt clumping in the treads of my shoes.

Twigs snap and leaves shrivel. There is a gentle breeze pushing through the air.. an owl hoots and the frogs play their drums in the usual, rhythmic croaking.

It begins to feel a bit chilly and the humidity is like a fine mist upon my skin.. a cool summer night.

After a long while I notice something terrifying..

The animals were no longer making cheerful noise.. it was dead silent... like my heart till I caught my breath that I held in panic.

I took another deep breath and continued on my trek.. wandering the woods at night to take a photo of the most dreaded,

the Grey-Wolf.

But tonight I don't believe my luck will shine, for it's quiet..

matter in fact... too quiet.

The clouds pass under the light of the moon. I glance up to see that the beams pierce through sharply.

Then I hear it.. a faint sizzling sound, no? A buzz.. like the sound of steam but only muffled. I turn around quickly and look...

nothing. Just a vast amount of trees and one or two skinny, toothpick like trees.

Then I see it..... a ruffle of white upon a leafless tree. I walk closer...

A piece of paper. A note, which looked as if it was crumpled up and reopened. I began reading what it said...

"Just try to find me before you die"

...it was written in red.. a deep red, almost thick... BLOOD!?

I pulled the note off the tree and then heard it.. Foot steps.

I turned around and in the distance stood a Grey-Wolf. It sniffed the damp, dark, cold ground and then looked to the moon. I snapped a photo of him. He looked towards me and then dashed off the other way. The photo developed and I flipped on my torch. In the image were the trees and the light of the moon and the wolf... but there was something else.. something that I didn't notice before... Something thin.

Something lanky and smooth.

Something.. with a tie?

Is this a person? Surely not! I am alone..?

Right?

Or am I?

I quickly shifted my gaze to the spot and saw another white spot. Maybe it's another note? And just maybe it's a track runner, from college, playing a sick and twisted, immature prank on me. Either way, I will get to the bottom of this.

I put my things away.

Note beside the camera and photo along with it..

I flipped on my torch and raised it up. I stepped forward into the remainder of the night. The hunt is on, - Little did I know that I was the one being hunted, - my path lit by torch and moon.

CRUNCH.... CRUNCH... CRUNCH..