THING
Creeping through the undergrowth a shapeless
black beast hunts and lurks waiting to strike, a young couple out walking
disappear in the blink of an eye, gone.
Slaughtered sheep rot in a farmers’ field, it
was the creature of the underworld feeding its bloodlust.
No one knows why screams echo through the
forest startling the wildlife, this is a supernatural mystery in our time, some
things are best left alone, the dark left unseen.
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