One Sunday night, a little boy was wondering by the lake. The little boy left home because him and his mom had a bad argument. The little boy is only 12. His name was Ashton. He decided to leave because he thought no one loved him any more. So he set off to start his life over again, he thought he would be safe to life in a abandon shack, so he did. Tempted, he approached the torn up shack. The roof of the shack was falling in and the door was missing a latch. Once he had moved in, he noticed something on the inside. Scratch marks. Deep claw marks. Just then he knew, he wasn't the only one living there. Sacred, horrified, he runs away. Leaving all of his belongings there knowing the creature was going to come back. Ashton stopped, he just thought that if the creature comes back, the creature will take his belongings and track Ashton down. He runs back to get his stuff. It's gone.
