The Bandersnatch's coat was vexing with the color of bone white. It's teeth was jagged and tiny, but it's eyes were a dark blue.
"Dear boy, my skills is not within the act of combat, but rather riddles"
"Riddles?" I asked, confused. It nodded with a smug smile.
"What does a raven have in common with a writing desk? You get two choices. Make them count, yeah?" I grinded my teeth with frustration.
"I don't know," I said in defeat. It shook it's head.
"Nope. Try again." The fat tongue of the Bandersnatch slowly moved above its ripped lips. I sighed.
"I haven't the slightest idea how-"
"Correct answer!" It said, cutting me off. "Please, your true foe awaits. May your bravery vouch for you or die trying so"
I ran away from the Bandersnatch before it changed its mind. Looking back, the creature was gone.
To this day, I wonder if the Bandersnatch itself was something of reality or just a figment of my imagination.
Finally, I reached the tree. The nooks and crannies seemed sewn within the bark, and the grass near it's roots was withered.
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The Monster Within
ParanormalMichael is a young boy that loves his family and village. He also understands that the monsters in the stories his father tells will only come alive if he believes they exist. Michael believes every word of the stories. And he is willing to make the...
