The Hunter in the Shadows

The police didn’t find a body… they found pieces. A quiet town in the Midwest.

The first scream lasted four seconds. When police entered the house, the walls were covered

in blood The victim wasn’t stabbed. Wasn’t shot. He was ripped apart.

Doors were locked from the inside. Windows sealed. No footprints. Only deep claw marks

scraped across the ceiling. Witnesses described A tall shadow. Moving on all fours.

Head bent backward. Mouth open wider than a human jaw should open. It didn’t speak.

It roared. Surveillance footage caught a blurred shape dragging a body

across the floor like dead meat. People started locking themselves inside. It didn’t matter.