time, I kept an eye on the woods, looking for my hairy stalker.

At times I caught glimpses of him as I cleaned up the mess, I know he had left. I wondered at the ramifications of him killing the deer and making the symbol. I wondered if he knew what he was doing.

After a long day of cleaning and listening to the boss griping, I finally got into my car, exhausted.

As I drove home, I saw the monster on the side of the road. I was tempted to run it over but didn’t think my car would survive it.

As I was about to pass him, I saw him holding a deer by its neck and legs. To my horror, he threw the deer at my car.

Time slowed as I had no time to react. Instead of hitting the brakes, my foot slipped off the brake pedal and hit the gas. It turne...

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