Collin Bishop-Karney

The day after I saw the shadowy figure, I tried to convince myself it was all just a trick of the fading light, my imagination running wild. But even as I repeated that to myself, I knew it wasn't true. The fear clung to me like a second skin, making it impossible to shake the memory.

The day after I saw the shadowy figure, I tried to convince myself it was all just a trick of the fading light, my imagination running wild. But even as I repeated that to myself, I knew it wasn't true. The fear clung to me like a second skin, making it impossible to shake the memory.

dash was restless too he paced near the windows his ears pinned back and he refused to let me out of his sight i decided to visit my cousin's house a couple of miles away just to get away from the heaviness of the woods for a while My uncle, a man who rarely spoke of anything other than work and farming, greeted me with an unusual seriousness.

dash was restless too he paced near the windows his ears pinned back and he refused to let me out of his sight i decided to visit my cousin's house a couple of miles away just to get away from the heaviness of the woods for a while My uncle, a man who rarely spoke of anything other than work and farming, greeted me with an unusual seriousness.

He said he'd seen something strange the night before, a creature sprinting across the bridge near the creek. He said it looked like an emaciated cow, gaunt and hollow-eyed, and the description gave me chills. I knew deep down that it was connected to what I had seen. When I returned home, the air around the house felt thicker, heavier, as if the shadows were closing in.

He said he'd seen something strange the night before, a creature sprinting across the bridge near the creek. He said it looked like an emaciated cow, gaunt and hollow-eyed, and the description gave me chills. I knew deep down that it was connected to what I had seen. When I returned home, the air around the house felt thicker, heavier, as if the shadows were closing in.

My parents still didn't seem to notice it, but I did, and so did Dash. He wouldn't leave the yard, barking at the edge of the woods, his eyes fixed on something only he could see. As the sun fell, the unease became almost unbearable.

My parents still didn't seem to notice it, but I did, and so did Dash. He wouldn't leave the yard, barking at the edge of the woods, his eyes fixed on something only he could see. As the sun fell, the unease became almost unbearable.

i could feel the hairs on my arms standing on end the sensation of being watched pressing in on me from all directions that evening i heard it again my own voice calling from the woods it was coming from the edge of the back yard just beyond the tree line "'Dash! Come here, Dash!' The voice was cracked and strained, like it was trying too hard, and my stomach twisted into knots.

i could feel the hairs on my arms standing on end the sensation of being watched pressing in on me from all directions that evening i heard it again my own voice calling from the woods it was coming from the edge of the back yard just beyond the tree line "'Dash! Come here, Dash!' The voice was cracked and strained, like it was trying too hard, and my stomach twisted into knots.

Dash stood beside me, his entire body rigid, every hair on his back standing on end. His teeth were bared, a low growl rumbling in his throat as he stared into the darkening woods. The voice called again, more desperate this time, and I felt my blood run cold." I backed away, my heart pounding, and Dash stayed in front of me, his growl growing louder.

Dash stood beside me, his entire body rigid, every hair on his back standing on end. His teeth were bared, a low growl rumbling in his throat as he stared into the darkening woods. The voice called again, more desperate this time, and I felt my blood run cold." I backed away, my heart pounding, and Dash stayed in front of me, his growl growing louder.

My parents finally noticed my distress, their faces drawn with concern. My father grabbed his shotgun and stayed up that night, sitting by the window, watching the tree line. He didn't see anything, but I knew it was still out there, lurking just beyond the edge of the light, waiting for me. That night, sleep was impossible.

My parents finally noticed my distress, their faces drawn with concern. My father grabbed his shotgun and stayed up that night, sitting by the window, watching the tree line. He didn't see anything, but I knew it was still out there, lurking just beyond the edge of the light, waiting for me. That night, sleep was impossible.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the shadowy figure, standing closer and closer, its head tilted as if listening, watching. The darkness outside the windows seemed to pulse, and I could hear my name being whispered from the shadows.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the shadowy figure, standing closer and closer, its head tilted as if listening, watching. The darkness outside the windows seemed to pulse, and I could hear my name being whispered from the shadows.

it was a hollow twisted version of my own voice repeating my name over and over again each time more distorted dash stayed by my side whining softly his eyes locked on the window as if he could see something i couldn't the next morning i found the first carcass a goat ripped apart and left in the field near the creek the bones were arranged in strange deliberate patterns and the smell of decay hung heavy in the air refusing to dissipate

it was a hollow twisted version of my own voice repeating my name over and over again each time more distorted dash stayed by my side whining softly his eyes locked on the window as if he could see something i couldn't the next morning i found the first carcass a goat ripped apart and left in the field near the creek the bones were arranged in strange deliberate patterns and the smell of decay hung heavy in the air refusing to dissipate

my parents tried to explain it away a wild animal they said but i knew better the whispers in the woods were louder now more insistent and i could feel the darkness creeping closer pressing in on me from all sides i tried to avoid the woods after that but it didn't matter Whatever it was, it wasn't bound by the trees.

my parents tried to explain it away a wild animal they said but i knew better the whispers in the woods were louder now more insistent and i could feel the darkness creeping closer pressing in on me from all sides i tried to avoid the woods after that but it didn't matter Whatever it was, it wasn't bound by the trees.