I don’t know what has happened. Wait, no. I remember what has happened, it’s all blurred, I don’t want to know any of that stuff that was going around the last three days. These things that kept happening just scared me restless.

But listen to my story, I will tell you anything I can remember.

It was a warm summer evening, which is unusual. Stuff like this usually happens in winter. Anyway, I was wandering through a local forest with a couple of friends. We nearly reached our goal when I heard it the first time: a slashing sound. It was not really a slash, but rather a scratchy slash. As if someone cut rocks with a simple knife.

I asked around if anything else had heard that sound, but they all denied and so we decided to build up our camp for the night. They made the campfire, we had enough proviants to survive for almost a week, if something should happen. If just I’d known that I’d never need this proviant.

It was late in the night when I heard that scratchy slash again, this time it was louder. I asked one of my friends, which whom I was sharing my tent if he had heard something. He shook his head and kept on sleeping.
I closed my eyes and wanted to sleep again, when I heard that sound again – this time combined with footsteps. I woke my friend up, I kinda knew something bad was approaching.

We sneaked out of the tent and woke up the others and hid beneath the trees to see what actually was threatening us.
As I found out later, that was the biggest mistake we could have done.

That… thing… approaching our tents definitely wasn’t human. It was about 4 feet tall, had strangely deformed limbs and instead of hands he had a butcher knife and a dagger. The only thing that seemed to be human was it’s face. I will never forget it’s face. Never.

We wanted to leave without being recognized, however one of my friends accidentally stepped on a dry branch and it made a snapping noise.

The creature immediately turned around and began chasing us, so we where running away.

That’s all I remember. We were running, running, running. Trying to get away from that thing, trying not to get killed. But it got us. It slaughtered one after another.
I didn’t even recognize it in the beginning, although we were a small group of six people. It was when I heard a muffled sound and turned around to see the thing grabbing one of my friends, stabbing him first with the dirk and then decapitating him.

I started to ran faster, just as my friend did. We weren’t alone, the others ran to other directions – at least that’s what I told myself over and over again to soothe my bad conscience. Then my friend tripped and I stopped, trying to help him getting up on his feet again. But the thing was faster than me and so it slashed right through his body, halfing him. It looked at me and licked it’s blades.

“What are you?”
“Can’t you see who I am?”

Yes, I could. I could see, WHO he was. But it didn’t make any sense. It couldn’t be.
“You’re lucky, boy. My blood thirst’s quenched. Which doesn’t mean I’ll let you escape”.

I looked around, panicking. I saw a bright stem, and rushed towards it, hoping I could lift it.
I could, so I threw it in the creature’s direction. I heard the wood splittering and started to run again.

I knew the exit was near, so I began to run as fast as I could. I did not stumble, I did not fell, but I could hear the scratchy slashing thing behind me.

The first houses approached, I nearly did it. The creature approached. Step by step, I couldn’t keep the distance.

“Come on, god damnit!”

I jumped over the fence and looked back. The creature was gone.

I headed to the police station directly.

“Yes, exactly. I don’t know what it was, but I can describe it’s face. It looked just like mine.”

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