Skin-walkers [COMPLETED]

Four

When I returned to camp, I noticed one of the men from the bar had fallen asleep outside with a beer in one hand. I didn't care, and went straight to bed.

At around three in the morning, I was woken by yelling outside. Somewhat still half asleep, I walked out, only to notice the men crowded around something.

I walked up, only to be overwhelmed with the rotten stench of death, and the man who was asleep outside with a beer dead with his throat slashed.

He had taken his life with a shard of his broken beer bottle. I walked away, sick to my stomach as everyone else was still looking at the man. I had walked up a small path, and puked.

I was about to go back, when I heard something behind me. I turned around, but it was too dark to see who it was. I thought it was another man who also had to take a break, but the person was moving funnily.

I called out for him to identify himself, but I got no response.  The person was walking slowly closer now, and I noticed his body would jerk, ever so often.  It was like a child, learning to walk.

I called out again, and this time, I got a response.  It sent a chill down my spine, the voice was inhuman, but it was trying to be as human as possible.

The body was twitching, which really frightened me.  I stared to step back again, unsure of what to do, when it spoke again.

The words made no sense, and I couldn't tell what he was trying to say.  It wasn't until he walked into the moonlight was when I realized it was an it instead of a he.

The body was a mesh of what had just been the man who had died, Carl, and something goat like.

The skin looked stretched out, and it's face looked like a mask.  It's legs looked broken and it's feet.....

They weren't feet.  They were hooves.