Creepypasta (Rewritten)

The Strider (REWRITE)

A/N: I want to start by saying that this pasta is not very popular, which is a real shame, because I want a creature like this to be introduced to my own Creepypasta universe. I discovered this story back in 2014. I thought it was good, mostly because of the freaky picture it was attached to. I discovered it back when I was in middle school, when I was a total dumbass (tbh, I'm still a dumbass), and didn't care about the quality of Creepypastas, but when I read it recently, I was like "Why did I like this shit?!" The story was just too short, the creature was introduced too quickly for the reader to be really affected by it. There was no build-up or anything, the protagonist was an idiot, and the ending was just pure nonsense. I don't want to be mean, but I felt like the author didn't try at all with the story. The last thing I want to do is to insult the author of the story, because I'm sure they're a better writer now. If I'm being honest, if  I would ever write a Creepypasta when I was in middle school, I would've written something worse, so I can't give the author too much shit. The Creepypasta was written by Pruzel, but the author of the original story, which was posted on 4chan (I think), "the Texas Stilt Walker", is unknown.

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"Curiosity killed the cat."

I heard that expression almost my entire life, yet I never understood what it truly meant. Of course, I don't mean that I didn't know that it's a proverb that warns us against unnecessary experimentation and exploration, it's just that I never grasped the concept very well for almost two decades... that is until recently.

My name is Brandon and I'm from, Texas. Now before you imagine me as a typical farmer living in the middle of nowhere, I want you to know that I'm a student who lives on his own in the outskirts of a town near a lush forest. I live so close to my college that I don't need to buy a car to get to my classes on time. Sometimes I go there either by bicycle or by walking, and it was always relaxing.

About a week ago by the time I'm writing this, I stayed at my classes longer than usual. It was late in the afternoon and it started to get dark, so I decided to take a shortcut into the woods. While walking on a trail, I heard rapid footsteps and a faint bellowing from deep within the forest. Judging by the sounds, I thought it was a deer. I haven't really seen one except on TV, so I was eager to take a quick look.

That was the worst decision I've ever made.

I followed the sounds to a small clearing, but when I checked the area, I saw nothing. Disappointed and realizing that it was almost dark, I turned around, ready to go home. Just as I was about to leave, something big fell in front of me, just inches away from my face. I recoiled and looked down to see what it was. What I saw made the blood drain from my face. It was the decapitated head of a buck. Its antlers were torn off and had a lot of scratches and bite marks on its neck. At first, I thought it was the act of some rabid bear or cougar, but my thoughts were interrupted by raspy breathing, and the sound of flesh being torn apart.

I looked to the left and what I saw was worse than a frenzied predator. Some... beast stood just a few feet away from me. It had a small body and freakishly long, skinny legs that ended in sharp points. Its jet-black fur was so shaggy and thick that I could barely see its face. Some blood was dripping from its mouth. I looked down and what I saw made my stomach drop.

The body of the decapitated buck had its limbs missing, and there were missing chunks of its body. But the worst thing about the whole experience was not the dead deer or the appearance of the creature that ate it. It was the way the creature looked at me. Its drool was a disgusting combination of saliva and blood, making it look as if the deer it just ate hadn't satisfied it. I could tell that it was still hungry.