In every horror or mystery, the tale never ends until somebody or something is killed. The same is going to happen here. Try to guess who or what will be the victim.
After hearing the sound of retreating footsteps, he gave a sigh of relief. His heart was thumping away like an out of control locomotive. He was breathing heavily and he was actually huffing and puffing. After a short while, he managed to calm himself. He took a cup of coffee from the flask and sipped it slowly. His hands were still shivering as he tried to hold the cup to his mouth.
Before he could finish his much deserved cup of coffee, he heard a loud bang on the wooden wall. The sound was thunderous and nearly made him drop his cup. Of course, the coffee spilled onto his hand and dripped onto the floor. His heart nearly stopped beating. But he regained his composure.
Then it was silent again. It was probably the branched that had hit the wall. That was what he thought.
He had probably dozed off after all that excitement. The rain had stopped pouring and the thunder and lightning had ceased. The sky was clear again and the stars above were having a gala time winking at one another.
All of a sudden Mr. Hong woke up and sat upright. He heard the familiar footsteps again at first softly sloshing but it got louder and louder. From experience, he knew that someone or some thing was approaching the hut.
He called out again for his colleagues by their names. There was no reply. That made him more nervous. He knew that the sound of footsteps belonged to the same creature he saw earlier in the doorway of the hut.
With his shaking hands he lifted his shotgun and checked the ammunition by using his fingers to feel them. He did not want to use his torchlight or matches or his presence would be known. He was shaking all over because he was waiting for the impossible.
The sound of heavy breathing added to his already pounding heart. The sound was inhumane and definitely of a beast. It was eerie and made his blood chilled. His shirt was wet not because of the warmth but because of the fear; the sweat was cold and he shivered. His throat was dry and his mouth was ajar. He could even hear his own breathing and his heart beats were faster than a train.
From the little light that seeped through the broken ceiling he saw that the wooden door was ajar and swaying to and fro slowly.
All of a sudden the door tore open and a huge shape stood at the doorway. It was totally dark and all he could see were two red eyes at the top of the doorway. From estimation he knew that the creature or beast was tall and its head reached the top of the doorway making it at least 6 feet tall.
The breathing from the beast was louder and he also growled at the same time.
Without wasting any time he took aim of his shotgun with his shaking hands. It was impossible to do so as at this terrifying moment. Anyway he pulled the trigger immediately before the beast could pound on him. The sound of the shot thundered in the wooden hut like a cannon shot. He heard a loud scream and a terrible growl. As the impact of the shotgun was so powerful and that he was nervous, he lost control and was catapulted to the back of the wall. Then everything was dark and blank.
When he finally opened his eyes, he thought that he was dreaming. His eyes opened slowly and he saw daylight streaming through the door and the broken roof. Then he saw people, in vague shapes, but slowly he recognized his other buddies all looking down at him with worried faces.
Then he felt the pain, an excruciating pain that tore through his whole torso. He tried to sit up but the pain made it impossible. With the help of his friends, he sat leaning against the flimsy wall.
His buddies hurled questions at him but they were too fast for him to digest and find the answers. He slowly looked around the hut. His shirt and pants were torn in many places and there was blood all over his body. His shotgun was on the floor a few feet away. A short distance near the doorway was a strange looking animal; white fur, long tail, pointed ears and two long white fangs all covered with blood. The other striking thing about it was the eyes. They were red like rubies. The odd thing was its size. It was not huge but the size of a cat; a normal house cat.
He slowly related the strange incident to his colleagues after sipping some water. They shook their head in disbelief. After a short rest, they carried him out of the hut and went home; leaving the strange creature in the hut.
Mr. Hong was lucky to escape the creature. It was probably his courage and experience that had saved him.
After he had finished his exciting tale, he showed us his scars on his hands and his abdomen. We were shocked and looked with eyes wide opened. Now that is the end of the strange tale.
After hearing the sound of retreating footsteps, he gave a sigh of relief. His heart was thumping away like an out of control locomotive. He was breathing heavily and he was actually huffing and puffing. After a short while, he managed to calm himself. He took a cup of coffee from the flask and sipped it slowly. His hands were still shivering as he tried to hold the cup to his mouth.
Before he could finish his much deserved cup of coffee, he heard a loud bang on the wooden wall. The sound was thunderous and nearly made him drop his cup. Of course, the coffee spilled onto his hand and dripped onto the floor. His heart nearly stopped beating. But he regained his composure.
Then it was silent again. It was probably the branched that had hit the wall. That was what he thought.
He had probably dozed off after all that excitement. The rain had stopped pouring and the thunder and lightning had ceased. The sky was clear again and the stars above were having a gala time winking at one another.
All of a sudden Mr. Hong woke up and sat upright. He heard the familiar footsteps again at first softly sloshing but it got louder and louder. From experience, he knew that someone or some thing was approaching the hut.
He called out again for his colleagues by their names. There was no reply. That made him more nervous. He knew that the sound of footsteps belonged to the same creature he saw earlier in the doorway of the hut.
With his shaking hands he lifted his shotgun and checked the ammunition by using his fingers to feel them. He did not want to use his torchlight or matches or his presence would be known. He was shaking all over because he was waiting for the impossible.
The sound of heavy breathing added to his already pounding heart. The sound was inhumane and definitely of a beast. It was eerie and made his blood chilled. His shirt was wet not because of the warmth but because of the fear; the sweat was cold and he shivered. His throat was dry and his mouth was ajar. He could even hear his own breathing and his heart beats were faster than a train.
From the little light that seeped through the broken ceiling he saw that the wooden door was ajar and swaying to and fro slowly.
All of a sudden the door tore open and a huge shape stood at the doorway. It was totally dark and all he could see were two red eyes at the top of the doorway. From estimation he knew that the creature or beast was tall and its head reached the top of the doorway making it at least 6 feet tall.
The breathing from the beast was louder and he also growled at the same time.
Without wasting any time he took aim of his shotgun with his shaking hands. It was impossible to do so as at this terrifying moment. Anyway he pulled the trigger immediately before the beast could pound on him. The sound of the shot thundered in the wooden hut like a cannon shot. He heard a loud scream and a terrible growl. As the impact of the shotgun was so powerful and that he was nervous, he lost control and was catapulted to the back of the wall. Then everything was dark and blank.
When he finally opened his eyes, he thought that he was dreaming. His eyes opened slowly and he saw daylight streaming through the door and the broken roof. Then he saw people, in vague shapes, but slowly he recognized his other buddies all looking down at him with worried faces.
Then he felt the pain, an excruciating pain that tore through his whole torso. He tried to sit up but the pain made it impossible. With the help of his friends, he sat leaning against the flimsy wall.
His buddies hurled questions at him but they were too fast for him to digest and find the answers. He slowly looked around the hut. His shirt and pants were torn in many places and there was blood all over his body. His shotgun was on the floor a few feet away. A short distance near the doorway was a strange looking animal; white fur, long tail, pointed ears and two long white fangs all covered with blood. The other striking thing about it was the eyes. They were red like rubies. The odd thing was its size. It was not huge but the size of a cat; a normal house cat.
He slowly related the strange incident to his colleagues after sipping some water. They shook their head in disbelief. After a short rest, they carried him out of the hut and went home; leaving the strange creature in the hut.
Mr. Hong was lucky to escape the creature. It was probably his courage and experience that had saved him.
After he had finished his exciting tale, he showed us his scars on his hands and his abdomen. We were shocked and looked with eyes wide opened. Now that is the end of the strange tale.
