Stillness broke as a sound echoed
through the trees, it was a blood
curdling scream of pain and anger deep
within the soul, the cave was nearby
and the smell was so thick you could
almost feel it hanging in the air.
The Moon was full and with the
dark night as cover, it moved among
the trees leaving a shadow of itself
the fear in our hearts made us shiver
as we curled up in a heap of shredded
leaves we found on the forest floor.
It was that hour when no one should
be lurking about, but here the story
begins as the beast is let loose. it
roams the woods ever so hungry
for blood of man, its hunger.
Its soul is only quenched by
devouring and drinking from the
vessels that pulsate from fear,
it wreaks havoc on the souls
who dare venture out to the
challenge and recklessness of
How many nights of torture
will the beast within allow
itself to be mocked, like the
humped back it is, mentally
challenged and abused by its
Moving through the underbrush
we find the cave and our torches
are lit, the entrance is strong with
the scent of the beast, the fear is
cutting us like a knife, we calm our
breath and enter the darkness.
Our torches reflect back to us a thing
of repulsiveness, as it curls in the corner
eating and chewing the torso
of a fallen victim, it’s piercing bloodshot
eyes now dart to the entrance and a
loud growl of anger comes from its bloodied
mouth ,as it drops the remains to the ground.
It moves towards us, we freeze and we
draw our knives, it leaps and its flesh
is pierced as it agonized in pain we stab
it again and again as blood rushes from
it’s smashed throat and gurgles forth
we watch in horror as the beast is
transformed back to the man who was
known to us as Mr. Smith our chemistry
Sadly we leave the cave and the presence
of a great man, how sad he looked with
wasted flesh, what was his reasons to
transform from teacher to beast.
We leave never to return to the cave
of horror, science class has been cancelled.
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