The sun beat down on me harshly as I wiped more sweat from my forehead. I gazed down at the ground to see how much progress I'd made in digging the hole in my backyard. It seemed pretty deep, probably 3 feet or so. I wanted to have the hole be at least 6 or 7 feet so I could see what was down there.
I had something I wanted to bury, a box of sorts, but I needed to dig the hole much deeper if I wanted the thing to be truly buried. But that would have to wait for now.
Looking down at my watch, it seemed to be a quarter after 4 in the afternoon. I noticed the hunger pains growing in my stomach as I realized it had been nearly 5 hours since the last time I'd eaten anything.
I sat my shovel down against the side of the house and headed inside, scavenging the kitchen cabinets until I could find something to satisfy my starvation. I found some bread and peanut butter and figured that was good enough.
After throwing together the sandwich, I decided to sit on the couch and watch some television mindlessly to try and alleviate some stress before needing to go back out and slave away several more hours of my time.
As I was about halfway through the sandwich, I heard a scraping sound from my back door. I peered back behind me but saw nothing. It must just be the wind or something, I thought. I turned my attention back to the TV, thinking nothing more of it. But then it came again, more aggressive this time.
I stood from the couch, slamming my plate and my peanut butter sandwich on the coffee table. I made my way to the back door and looked out once more. There was nothing out there that I could see. My eyes scanned the yard and the back porch a few more times and saw nothing out of the ordinary.
Annoyed, I sat back down on the couch. I opened my mouth to take another bite of the sandwich when I heard glass breaking behind me, making me nearly jump out of my skin. My head shot around to see what the hell was going on, and there I saw a creature. It looked almost human, but it was thin, like its skin was pressed tightly against its skeleton, no muscles to be seen. It staggered toward me as if it was injured or something. I stumbled back in response, terrified as I'd ever been.
My first instinct was to get it the hell out of my house, so I grabbed a broom from nearby and started swiping at the creature. Its face then turned from something of curiosity to one of fury as it lunged toward me, opening its mouth to reveal razor-sharp teeth. It leaped at my throat and sunk its teeth in deep. I tried to fight it off but it clung tight. It bit a chunk of skin off my throat then immediately went back in for another bite. I tried to keep fighting against the thing, to flail my arms to try and get the twisted thing off, but it was no use. Then, I started to see black and collapsed to the floor.
I had something I wanted to bury, a box of sorts, but I needed to dig the hole much deeper if I wanted the thing to be truly buried. But that would have to wait for now.
Looking down at my watch, it seemed to be a quarter after 4 in the afternoon. I noticed the hunger pains growing in my stomach as I realized it had been nearly 5 hours since the last time I'd eaten anything.
I sat my shovel down against the side of the house and headed inside, scavenging the kitchen cabinets until I could find something to satisfy my starvation. I found some bread and peanut butter and figured that was good enough.
After throwing together the sandwich, I decided to sit on the couch and watch some television mindlessly to try and alleviate some stress before needing to go back out and slave away several more hours of my time.
As I was about halfway through the sandwich, I heard a scraping sound from my back door. I peered back behind me but saw nothing. It must just be the wind or something, I thought. I turned my attention back to the TV, thinking nothing more of it. But then it came again, more aggressive this time.
I stood from the couch, slamming my plate and my peanut butter sandwich on the coffee table. I made my way to the back door and looked out once more. There was nothing out there that I could see. My eyes scanned the yard and the back porch a few more times and saw nothing out of the ordinary.
Annoyed, I sat back down on the couch. I opened my mouth to take another bite of the sandwich when I heard glass breaking behind me, making me nearly jump out of my skin. My head shot around to see what the hell was going on, and there I saw a creature. It looked almost human, but it was thin, like its skin was pressed tightly against its skeleton, no muscles to be seen. It staggered toward me as if it was injured or something. I stumbled back in response, terrified as I'd ever been.
My first instinct was to get it the hell out of my house, so I grabbed a broom from nearby and started swiping at the creature. Its face then turned from something of curiosity to one of fury as it lunged toward me, opening its mouth to reveal razor-sharp teeth. It leaped at my throat and sunk its teeth in deep. I tried to fight it off but it clung tight. It bit a chunk of skin off my throat then immediately went back in for another bite. I tried to keep fighting against the thing, to flail my arms to try and get the twisted thing off, but it was no use. Then, I started to see black and collapsed to the floor.
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