Silly Urban Story (Bonus Blog)

 The wind blew furiously as the moon shone upon the oak tree. Its large branches creaked and the few remaining leaves were thrown around to the unknown places of the wind. A figure was there, even if you were staring at that exact spot you would have immediately registered the fact as him having been there forever. He had shoulder length hair that, even though the wind should have tossed it into his face, was still. A movement appeared at the other side of the oak, and the stranger was gone. He had fled the tree, with the appearance of it the stranger would not dare to keep on the premises. Some may think of a vampire, such as the sparkly pale thing that could run at fast speeds. But, those aren’t the types of “monsters” that exist here.

                The monsters here were the actual horrifying ones, those that would keep you up with terror and a fear of closing your eyes as doing such may be the last time you ever do so. There were ones that posed as humans and when exposed to certain conditions they would expose themselves. Some drank off of fear and the sound of screams as a source of energy. Some may keep bad disguises that would give any human the creeps and crawls. Most people these days express no fear to monsters, as the media and the internet have ruined the true definition of monster.

                There were those who kept with classic appearances and places to live. Such as the ghouls in the crypts of the downtown cemetery that would steal people from their homes. Or the vampire who supposedly reside above the ancient movie theater on Brooker Street that bite any daring teen that enters upon a dare. But of course those are the ones that will keep to the basics and have refused to advance with the generations.

Back on subject now. The stranger may still reside in the part of your mind where things nag you to investigate or find out more. How did he escape from it? Well he flew of course. Leathery bat wings that stretched across the sky and blocked out parts of the sky. He mostly soared as the wind usually carried him across town to the lake house. As he passed over Axle Street a child stared at him, eyes stretched wide as he saw a shape with huge bat wings and glowing blue eyes quickly streak through the open sky of stars. His name you might ask was Njord. He came from the country of Norway searching fresher hunting grounds.

                Njord arrived at his home and frowned, the door was wide open although he was positive he had closed it. With suspicion the monster slowly walked into the house. A loud creak echoed and Njord turned towards it paling swiftly.

I will spare you the gruesome details, seeing as how bloody murder was screamed and horrid ripping noises. Njord was a monster of great power and was responsible for many murders and disappearances. The next morning the sun shone upon a set of great wings that filled the entrance hall. There was nothing attached and a odd dark stain spread upon the wood work.