We stood there, frozen in fear, clutching each other as the growling grew louder, closer.
The shadows danced and twisted around us, taking on sinister forms that filled my imagination with unspeakable horrors.
“Stay behind me, Sam,” Chris ordered, wielding the shovel like a protective barrier between us and the unknown.
The growling intensified, mixed now with heavy, labored breathing. The very air vibrated with primal malice, and in that moment, I knew without a doubt that something monstrous lurked just out of sight.
“Did you see that?”
Chris’s eyes scanned the shadows. I squinted, trying to make out the shape that caught his attention. There, against the dark of the woods, I could see something moving… something big.
“I see it!” I whispered urgently, pointing at the shadowy figure darting through the trees just beyond the fence line. “Is that a wolf?”
“Maybe,” Chris replied, gripping the shovel tightly. “But it’s…it’s bigger than a wolf… damn,” he muttered under his breath.
We listened in horror as the creature snarled and growled, punctuated by an occasional gut-wrenching howl.
“Look at it,” Chris whispered, his voice tight. “It’s like something out of a nightmare.”
The creature was massive, its body covered in coarse fur that seemed to shift and shimmer in the dim light. Its eyes were dark and hollow, like twin voids that threatened to swallow us whole. It snorted and growled; saliva dripping from its razor-sharp fangs.
My heart pounded in my chest as I glanced frantically around, the creature’s sounds rendering the woods even more ominous than before. That’s when I saw her – a small figure darting between trees, her white dress a stark contrast to the shadows that enveloped her.
“Oh my God, Chris, look!” I cried out, my voice barely more than a whisper. “It’s Amelia… she’s out there!”
Through the darkness, I could make out the fragile figure of Amelia, her ghostly form trembling with fear as she hid behind a tree. Her eyes, wide and panicked, met mine for a moment before she disappeared.
The monstrous creature turned its gaze toward us, its eyes gleaming with a primal hunger that sent ice-cold terror coursing through my veins. Slowly, deliberately, it began to move in our direction.
K. D. Phillips, Author 
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