Stranger Things
Giordi Caceres, Year 12
They thought he’d forget. But he remembered. Everything. Everything. He described what happened on that cold winter night.
Sargent Sasha had said, “It was edging 7:30pm and the sun had sunk into the earth, revealing an eerie darkness across the forest. There was an ominous silence that night with the occasional howl marking each moment. The next part of the man’s story was even more terrifying. He described himself deep in the woods when he saw it. Its eyes were incandescent, glowing red with a piercing macabre stare. He then went on to describe its approach. It had an obnoxious body, with claw marks from its previous prey putting up a fight. It had minimal hair, not enough to protect it from the harsh winter weather. It approached him dangerously with each step entrenching itself into the heavy snow, breaking branches with its body weight. The man tried to stand intrepidly but his joints told a different story, uncontrollably shaking from what was yet to come. As the beast was approaching it stood up tall on its two legs and dashed towards the man.
Immediately the man, fearing for his life, made a quick dash back to the car as his forehead dripped with sweat as he desperately puffed for his next breath of air. All around him the setting of the trees and rocks blurred into a mixture of just green and grey. He could hear the impending growl of the beast behind him. In a split decision the man desperately changed direction, confused as to how far away he was from his car, guided only by the distinct sounds of tracks. The man took a quick glimpse behind him to find nothing but the emptiness of the woods, but something wasn’t right. With this in mind, however, the man continued to sprint for his life increasing his proximity to the road. The man’s alacrity to reach the road decreased his caution for the various unstable rocks below him, resulting in his body being thrown six feet in length onto the hard gravel of the road. His body lay flat on the road with small gashes from the pavement. The man looked terrifyingly towards the woods from which he had just escaped. The figure lay completely still blending in with his environment, searching the road for its prey. During this, a truck came to an abrupt stop in front of him, its headlights blinding him in the process. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the beast flee, leaving only flakes of skin and a heinous odour.” Sargent Sasha came to an abrupt stop.
“That’s all he told me, General,” she replied.
“Good, Sargent Sasha,” Thompson replied. “Now that we know where it is and how it hunts we can kill it.”
“And what about him, Sir?” she asked.
“Who?”
“The man who encountered the beast. He knows too much. Should we kill him?”
“Yes,” replied General Thompson.
For all he knew the hunt was on. General Thompson then steadily stood up and approached the window which had a clear view of the forest, whispering to himself, “You will die, you swine.”
His eyes glowed red. After all, his brother had died.