The sun was setting over the lake, painting the sky in a mix of orange and gold, and the air was filled with the sound of crickets singing, when suddenly everything went quiet.
Mick and George were talking but the sudden silence registered with them too. Mick looked around, perplexed, “ what’s going on? Why everything has gone so quiet?”
George who had invited Mick to spend a few days with him hiking and exploring the lake near his home didn’t reply for a moment. Then a frenzy of action overtook his relaxed demeanor. He got up quickly and pulled Mick up too. “Let’s move out of here before ‘it’ comes!”
Mick was bamboozled, “what is it?”, he asked. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. It’s a local legend and many people have seen it, and it is so ferocious that man and animal both are afraid of it”
Mick’s curiosity was aroused. He pressed George for an answer but George kept telling him to hurry and get to the jeep. They both got in the jeep and George started to reverse it when he felt Mick’s hand gripping his hand in a desperate grip. He turned and saw ‘it’ in front of the jeep, the bloodshot eyes boring into theirs.
No one knows what happened to the two friends. Their belongings were found neatly stowed in the jeep.
Written in response to FSS # 77, hosted by Fandango