2025-09-25, 10:13 PM
CHAPTER 1
It was early in the morning when we were settled for the History class that was just rescheduled because of the rumors that haunted everybody in school in the last few weeks. Our classmate, the math geek Kurt Reid, had been found dead in the locker area just before our class ended in the evening. His body, as we saw it, was teared apart; His flesh scattered in the floor like some gruesome creature attacked him ferociously and consumed the flesh in his body. The school board and the police both agreed the murder was intentional, but the parents who rather believed there was a serial killer roaming around demanded to reschedule all the classes in the evening.
The students rather believe it was a mystical creature with an abberant face which hunts human flesh for food. Perhaps, imaginations caused some students to testify they have seen the creature once or twice in the government-protected forest just at the back of the school next to the open-air stadium. All of them who testified concured the creature looked like a scary-looking werewolf whose grey, nigh hairless skin was noticeable under the moonlight. The stories were appended by some adventurous groups of teenagers who intentionally camped in some parts of the forest to have sightings of the said creature. Yet, no one could actualy give evidences to the existence of the creature, and what everyone knew was that no one had been killed since Kurt. The school board hoped the rumors would fade and things would go back to normal soon.
I was staring at Kurt's empty desk at this moment when Russel Gred, the guy who sat next to him, came in, met my eyes for a second, and dropped into his seat. I turned my head away and looked outside by the window next to me.
Russel Gred had been making sudden, weird glances at me since the last time I saw him in the back of our house walking under the trees, half-naked. He was my nearest neighboor; His family lived in a modern-looking house next to an hectare of trees. His dad and my dad were friends and there was one time they did sit in our dinner table together. But because Russel only hangs out with Ash, Kyle, and Marco (the names you probably hear the most in school), I never befriended him nor I did have the intention to do so. When I saw him walking under the trees that time, he didn't talk to me and went straight to his way.
I didn't have any close friend at all and I didn't like the idea of letting someone invade my privacy. I walked the school hallway alone without anyone to stop by for a short conversation and I drove my car back home without anyone riding shotgun. I didn't occassionaly receive stares from people unless I stood in front of them for a school report. No one seemed to like the idea of reaching me out and make friends with me. In general, I was an introvert who only liked to do studying all the feilds of natural sciences.
I didn't even like learning about human behavior. Just few seconds ago, Russel looked to my direction and checked on me again. In my presumptous mind, he must have been trying to catch me staring at him; never did he knew I do it very rarely out of mistake: such moments like you were trying to look at something and he passed by and you met his eyes. He must have been bothered by something that I was not doing.
But granting I was constantly checking him out, why bother on me alone? With his physical appearance how couldn't he become used of people staring at him? I knew a lot of girls who dreamed of getting him laid. I heard it uttered by Jessica, Leah, and Maye themselves in the canteen. If he thought I was staring at him occassionaly, why bother with it?
Russel had mysetry in him and I could feel it. Yesterday, I was alone in an alley of bookshelves in the library when he popped in beside me looking for a book.
"Hey!" I was taken aback by his presence.
He didn't answer. He continued to search for a book in the biology section. It didnt last too long and he exited. I saw note dropped on floor written on it: See you in your car tommorow afternoon.
I supposed the note came from him and it was for me.
In the afternoon, after my major class, I went to the parking lot to pick my car and go home. I wouldn't expect him anymore. The note told he was going to see me in my car, but then as I was approaching my car, I saw no one waiting for me nearby. I looked for him no more, opened my car, and went in.
"I supposed you have seen the note I dropped on the floor." A voice came from the backseat. When I looked into the rearview mirror, I saw Russel sitting there.
"How did you came in?" I was a bit nervous.
"I want you to stop staring at me." He said.
"I'm not staring at you! For fuck's sake, how did you get inside my car?"
"I know you saw me in the back of your house last week."
"So what? What the fuck is wrong with it!"
"You don't know who I am."
"I dont really care who you are."
"Shut your mouth up." He said. He clicked the lock open, pushed the door away, and left.
What the hell is wrong with him? I asked myself as I was leaving the school. I just had infered how weird and rabid was that Russel Gred when he was close to you.
The next day, the whole campus trembled with the news that a second attack has been made and this time, there were two victims, one died and the other one survived. The survivor, Ken White, had large marks of claws in the back of his body and he was inside the school laboratory hiding for the entire evening. His girlfriend, Danica, was found dead in the back of the school cafeteria. Her dead body was as the same state as of of Kurt's. Ken described what happened.
They were dating when they heard howling from a distance and after few minutes, they saw it: a large creature with an abberant face, runs on four, with a body that looked like a robust dog. They were suprised that it took them tens of seconds to escape.
It was early in the morning when we were settled for the History class that was just rescheduled because of the rumors that haunted everybody in school in the last few weeks. Our classmate, the math geek Kurt Reid, had been found dead in the locker area just before our class ended in the evening. His body, as we saw it, was teared apart; His flesh scattered in the floor like some gruesome creature attacked him ferociously and consumed the flesh in his body. The school board and the police both agreed the murder was intentional, but the parents who rather believed there was a serial killer roaming around demanded to reschedule all the classes in the evening.
The students rather believe it was a mystical creature with an abberant face which hunts human flesh for food. Perhaps, imaginations caused some students to testify they have seen the creature once or twice in the government-protected forest just at the back of the school next to the open-air stadium. All of them who testified concured the creature looked like a scary-looking werewolf whose grey, nigh hairless skin was noticeable under the moonlight. The stories were appended by some adventurous groups of teenagers who intentionally camped in some parts of the forest to have sightings of the said creature. Yet, no one could actualy give evidences to the existence of the creature, and what everyone knew was that no one had been killed since Kurt. The school board hoped the rumors would fade and things would go back to normal soon.
I was staring at Kurt's empty desk at this moment when Russel Gred, the guy who sat next to him, came in, met my eyes for a second, and dropped into his seat. I turned my head away and looked outside by the window next to me.
Russel Gred had been making sudden, weird glances at me since the last time I saw him in the back of our house walking under the trees, half-naked. He was my nearest neighboor; His family lived in a modern-looking house next to an hectare of trees. His dad and my dad were friends and there was one time they did sit in our dinner table together. But because Russel only hangs out with Ash, Kyle, and Marco (the names you probably hear the most in school), I never befriended him nor I did have the intention to do so. When I saw him walking under the trees that time, he didn't talk to me and went straight to his way.
I didn't have any close friend at all and I didn't like the idea of letting someone invade my privacy. I walked the school hallway alone without anyone to stop by for a short conversation and I drove my car back home without anyone riding shotgun. I didn't occassionaly receive stares from people unless I stood in front of them for a school report. No one seemed to like the idea of reaching me out and make friends with me. In general, I was an introvert who only liked to do studying all the feilds of natural sciences.
I didn't even like learning about human behavior. Just few seconds ago, Russel looked to my direction and checked on me again. In my presumptous mind, he must have been trying to catch me staring at him; never did he knew I do it very rarely out of mistake: such moments like you were trying to look at something and he passed by and you met his eyes. He must have been bothered by something that I was not doing.
But granting I was constantly checking him out, why bother on me alone? With his physical appearance how couldn't he become used of people staring at him? I knew a lot of girls who dreamed of getting him laid. I heard it uttered by Jessica, Leah, and Maye themselves in the canteen. If he thought I was staring at him occassionaly, why bother with it?
Russel had mysetry in him and I could feel it. Yesterday, I was alone in an alley of bookshelves in the library when he popped in beside me looking for a book.
"Hey!" I was taken aback by his presence.
He didn't answer. He continued to search for a book in the biology section. It didnt last too long and he exited. I saw note dropped on floor written on it: See you in your car tommorow afternoon.
I supposed the note came from him and it was for me.
In the afternoon, after my major class, I went to the parking lot to pick my car and go home. I wouldn't expect him anymore. The note told he was going to see me in my car, but then as I was approaching my car, I saw no one waiting for me nearby. I looked for him no more, opened my car, and went in.
"I supposed you have seen the note I dropped on the floor." A voice came from the backseat. When I looked into the rearview mirror, I saw Russel sitting there.
"How did you came in?" I was a bit nervous.
"I want you to stop staring at me." He said.
"I'm not staring at you! For fuck's sake, how did you get inside my car?"
"I know you saw me in the back of your house last week."
"So what? What the fuck is wrong with it!"
"You don't know who I am."
"I dont really care who you are."
"Shut your mouth up." He said. He clicked the lock open, pushed the door away, and left.
What the hell is wrong with him? I asked myself as I was leaving the school. I just had infered how weird and rabid was that Russel Gred when he was close to you.
The next day, the whole campus trembled with the news that a second attack has been made and this time, there were two victims, one died and the other one survived. The survivor, Ken White, had large marks of claws in the back of his body and he was inside the school laboratory hiding for the entire evening. His girlfriend, Danica, was found dead in the back of the school cafeteria. Her dead body was as the same state as of of Kurt's. Ken described what happened.
They were dating when they heard howling from a distance and after few minutes, they saw it: a large creature with an abberant face, runs on four, with a body that looked like a robust dog. They were suprised that it took them tens of seconds to escape.