Horroryetkindafunny Stories

Everyone either hates me or fears me. I am not loved. People are actually out to find me and kill me. They've hired people. They have actually hired people for money. The person who catches me and brings me back alive will receive a money figure that would make anyone's knees buckle. Oh yeah. Did I mention that I'm not human? I repeat, I am not human. I am a figure lurking in the woods. You know those creepy stories about sightings of the loch ness monster or Bigfoot? A human claimed to have spotted me once, and now everyone's raving about it. They found 3 dead bodies in the forest, and everyone thinks it's me. I swear it's not. I'm not a monster. I'm just not human. But I will do anything to turn back into one.