Johnny Henderson

It took him maybe half a second to turn his head, but he would have given anything in the world to have that half second back, because it was the last moment that his world would ever seem normal again.

In that split second, his world changed.

It was no longer a place where the world was light and safe, where he was just a husband and a father and a guy that liked to hunt and watch football on the weekends.

That reality had evaporated away like early morning fog.

And all that was left was a world where monsters existed, where things really went bump in the night.

And now an ambassador from that nightmare realm was standing just outside his passenger door.

a visible reminder that his world had been turned upside down.

Jacob screamed as he stared transfixed on this escapee from a horror movie.

In his most terrifying, fevered dream, he couldn't have imagined that such a thing could exist.

It was hideously ugly, easily standing eight feet tall with a thick, muscular body.

It looked very apish in appearance, but then again, it didn't.

There was just something about that face that was just wrong, almost like an obscene amalgamation of a man and animal that had gone horribly awry.

It was the most terrifying thing he had ever seen.

and it was completely covered with thick, shaggy black hair that was matted in areas with God only knows what, and it walked on two legs.

Not four, like you would expect from some kind of animal.

What was this thing that had shattered his perception of reality?

Was it a demon?

Was it a werewolf?

It can't be, he thought.

Those things don't exist.