Johnny Henderson

No one believed them, except William, who had seen it himself the same day that they had.

He had even taken a shot at it, but missed.

Jacob, William, and Kenny knew what they had seen, and they knew it was still out there.

And they didn't care who believed them, or who didn't.

Over the next few weeks, more and more neighbors began to take the story a little more seriously, as family pets began to disappear and others were found brutally mangled.

Other farms in the area began to find their cows and other livestock torn open with their throats ripped out.

Just a week after shooting the creature in his yard, Jacob's own Rottweiler was found dead with its throat torn out.

It almost seemed like a revenge killing.

A few days later, one of William's new foals died the same way.

The foal's mother had to be put to sleep because she had gone into shock over whatever she had witnessed there in the barn when her foal was killed.

Some people in the area still don't believe.

They think the whole story was made up.

But Jacob and Kenny know that there is still something out there in the forest.

They still occasionally find tracks or a slaughtered cow or goat.

They still hear the blood-curdling screams off in the woods at night.

They know that there is still something out there watching and waiting.

Something biting its time.

Something cold and cunning and cruel.

Something not human with a taste for blood and revenge.

It would be just like John to pull something that evil, wouldn't it?