I had moved away from the window and closed the curtain not allowing myself to continue this charade. "Meghan," I started, "What was your punishment?" I was not prepared for the answer she gave me. "He... It.. didn't let me sleep, It told me through the window that he would never let me go to sleep again." Tears began to well up in her eyes and my mum rushed to calm her down. I spoke again this time directed towards my dad. "Well, you saw it, what did it look like?" You could say I didn't believe any of it, I honestly expected my dad to start laughing any minute. He didn't. "It was dark but I could see it. The THING was completely and entirely covered in black matted hair, the only thing visible were two huge bloodshot eyes. Definitely not human." He looked towards me then to my mum, and lastly to my little sister. "Meghan I am so sorry I didn't believe you, but I do now." He suddenly got an angered look in his still fearful eyes as he got up and went into the top shelf of the pantry. (This shelf is far too high up for my mum and sister, i could barely touch the side of it even standing on a stool. Now I am a 5'3" 16 year old girl,and am by no means weak. I can take on my father at his full force, I may not win but i sure can hold my own. This will come into play later.) On the top shelf my father had pulled down a small pistol and walked outside. By this time my mother was cursing as screaming at him over hiding a gun in our house. I quickly followed him outside taking a large kitchen knife with me. My father had never told us about this pistol, and the fact he took it with him made my blood boil, but not in a mad way. I put it off as adrenaline now.
My dad began to circle our plot of land staring up at my sister's window. "That window is at least 10 feet high, nothing can stand and look through it. What the fuck is going on?" My dad looked everywhere we both did, nothing. I kind of laughed at the fact I thought I'd find anything in the first place. It was a moment I will regret for the rest of my life. I let my guard down, if only for a few seconds, but it knew I did. The THING dropped from the tree behind me, rather on...me... I screamed not that anyone but my family would hear me. I wildly swung the kitchen knife around trying to cut it or scare it away. My dad yelled to at me, not that I remember what he said now. The smell coming off my attacker was enough to make me want to gag. It's large arms, I say that lightly as I don't even know if it had arms, began to choke me.
My dad by this point had rushed over to get it off me. He fired at it, cutting my cheek in the process. The bullet didn't even faze it, however as the blood ran down my face the THING licked it. It's gross tongue and the horrible smell of its breath made me shiver, but the adrenaline... That did it. I managed to get free enough to turn and stab it. Similar to the bullet... it did nothing to seemingly harm the THING. As I looked up at the monster in front of me I saw the biggest smile... I don't even know if I can call it a smile as I don't know what it was really doing. I do know that if I never see that creature again I will never forget those eyes. They were about as big as my fist and looked, as my father described, bloodshot.
My dad pushed the creature back and managed to pull the knife out of its chest, shot it in the head. The...smile... grew and it ran off into the night as I say ran, but it was limping, still going faster than humanly possible and then disappeared into the dark surroundings.
I felt my knees go weak in a kind of relief as I heard police sirens. My mother had called them. After cleaning the scratch from the bullet and making sure nothing was broken, they then looked at the marks around my neck. Both EMTs (Emergency Medical Technicians) looked at me puzzled, they had never seen mark like that. It was as if a bunch of little paper cuts were arranged around my neck in a zigzag pattern. I hadn't cried or caved or had any kind of mental break down until I heard the police tell my dad it was probably a bear or something. I marched over there and told them to look at my neck. "Do these look like bear claws to you?!" I screamed. They said nothing. I began to cry and scream loudly, my mother coming over to comfort me. I did not sleep well for awhile... not until recently. I have not seen the THING nor have had my sister wake me up asking if I was scaring her. None of us had since that night. I pray that I never see it again, and I pray that one day those eyes will leave my nightmares.
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