Johnny Henderson

Quickening his pace, he redoubled his efforts to reach the truck and get to a phone and call the sheriff, the game warden, or anyone that would listen.

He couldn't tell what it was that was stalking him, but he could clearly see that it towered more than seven feet and was incredibly massive.

Jacob couldn't help but think that he was about to become a national statistic, a person who left home under normal circumstances and just disappeared without a trace.

How many people, he wondered, how many people go into the woods and just vanish?

And the authorities just assume that they've become lost or injured or have been the victims of an animal attack with their body never recovered.

Please God, don't let that happen to me, he thought, as he drew closer and closer to his truck.

75 yards became 50, and 50 became 30, and then 30 yards became 10.

Like a miracle, he was back and opening his door.

Throwing his rifle inside, he pulled himself up into the cab and started the engine and hit the gas, but the truck went nowhere.

He had parked in a large mud puddle, and now the tires simply spun, slinging mud 30 feet behind him.

Oh no, not now, he thought.

I can't be stuck.

Not now.

Allowing himself a moment to think, Jacob remembered that this truck has four-wheel drive.

There's no way I can be stuck.

Reaching down, he locked his truck in four-wheel drive and was prepared to punch the gas and leave this nightmare behind.

Unfortunately for Jacob, some nightmares are not so easily left behind.

And there is nothing worse than a nightmare you can't wake up from.

And Jacob was about to learn that the hard way.

Hearing something to his fright, he instinctively turned, and immediately wished that he had not.