Author: Abigale Carter
From Maggie's P.O.V. “Maggie,” Pen tapped my shoulder and awoke me from my daze, “Can you come to the car with me? I need to get my jacket.”
I looked up, “Why didn’t you get it before?”
She shrugged, “I forgot.”
I sighed, “Alright,” I got up and we walked silently through the trees to the car.
Pen opened the truck door and hopped inside. She fumbled in the back trying to find her jacket. I stood watch on the trees away from the car. I saw a bush to my left move and I jumped.
Walking over to the bush I was shaking. I pulled back the leaves and nothing was there. Before I could turn around the truck door shut and I heard a scream behind me. I turned to see Pen’s bloody face smeared across the cracked windshield. Something was moving her face back and forth on the shield and she was screaming in agony for help. I ran to the door of the truck and tried to open it. It was locked.
The beast had tricked me. It made me look at the bush so it could get at Pen. I was fooled.
I picked up a rather large stone and chucked it at the window. The glass broke. I reached in to unlock the door but a slimy hand grabbed my wrist. The nails of the beast cut into my skin and made me scream. I shrank to the ground and the nails scraped down my fingertips until it could no longer reach me.
The screaming from Pen had stopped and I picked myself up. I caught one last glimpse of the beast tearing the skin from her arm and licking up blood. I puked up anything I had eaten that day and clutched my arm. I ran back to the fire.
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