False Creature

miguel diaz

I was running for dear life. I was afraid this creature was going to doing something I won’t enjoy. As he keep chasing me his face structure was getting more red. I felt like he was going pop. I’m running through these woods. The woods look like a dream I had once. Foggy, wet , scary, and dark. I felt like a crazy person. Am I crazy? Is this big human looking dog just a vision. As I running I began to slow down. I think I lost this creature. I then see my grandma’s house ahead of an odd looking trail. The trail has the weirdest looking footprint I’ve ever seen. This footprint consist of two toes and half a foot palm. I follow the trail to my grandma’s house. I get to the door.


The door had a broken doorknob and some kind of liquid on it. I proceed to my grandmother’s room. My grandma’s house was trashed; but this house was always this way. I walk up the broken stairs. I’m right in front of my grandma’s door and I see that creature again. It’s beating my grandma brutally. He keeps yelling “ WHERE IS THAT LITTLE GIRL “ My grandma is panicking “I don’t know please don’t kill me honey ” She said with a scared look on her face. Then his claws sharpen in angry and slaps my grandma across the face. I almost couldn’t hold in my crying. I guess saw my grandma getting abused by some kind of creature. I thought I got away from this kind of drama.


Those are the kind of things my father did to my mother before I ran away. It always used to be about the littlest things. Seeing that creature beat on my grandma makes me think of my childhood. I always saw this. After this creature left I looked around to make sure he’s gone. I walked to my grandma’s mutilated body to check if she was still alive. There was a little pond of blood around her body. Her jaw was broken and her face was bleeding bad. I couldn’t hear what she was trying to say because she was choking on her blood. I know so many last words. But I will never know hers. I wanted to cry but it wasn’t anything different from my old life. My grandma died because that creature was looking for me.



That creature killed my grandma. I’m going to murder that creature. I have to go to the blacksmith. His name is James. James has been a good friend to my grandma. They’ve been friends for who knows how long. I have a very long walk ahead of me. So the only family that I had is dead. I loved my grandma a lot. But I don’t know why I’m not reacting. I feel like I’ve been disappointed too many times in my life I’m getting used to the idea. My father was a drinker and a smoker. He would abuse alcohol like he would abuse my mother. My mother was an angel. She was an amazing women. I loved my mom. Everytime I saw my father do that to my mom I would be upset and cry but I can’t do anything about it or I’ll end up like my mother.

I arrive at the blacksmith. I try to walk in but the door is locked. So I knock. I hear a woof.
I knock more times. I hear more woofs. I break the door open and I see James’s ripped torso on the ground. His body parts were all over the place. His blood is like rug because it’s all over the floor.I then go to this wall where James did his greatest weapons. This wall consists of hammers, spiked sledgehammers, and a golden bow and arrow. I grabbed the bow and arrow and ran off. I had to run so I can get distance. I then see the creature in panic. As I was prepping my aim the creature hears a stretch and it’s my arrow going back on the bow. “Goodbye Dad” I then shoot the creature in his chest.


Everyday since that happen I don’t feel pity because he deserved it. I sit in my cell and feel happy because he killed my brother and my mother. My father murder my family so I killed him. This cell is some nice and cosy. I can’t use my arms. There wrapped in this jacket. I could take a nap forever. I always saw my dad as a wolf. I saw my mom as a grandma figure. She had soft black hair with a dash of gray. My dad was a jerk. Now that I killed someone and got the time for it. I ask myself. Am I crazy?