![]() This gave me time to smash one of the windows and make my escape. It reeled back and released me, unleashing a horrific roar of agony. I remembered the Swiss army knife I always kept in my pocket, which I promptly pulled out of my pocket and used to stab the demonic fox right in its left eye. It pounced at me and bit me, trying to drain me. The Blood Fox then turned to me, snarling viciously. She then began to devour his body and left only his bones, which she promptly rearranged so that they spelled a short, simple word: This beast, which I have dubbed the Blood Fox, then turned to my frightened friend and sank her fangs into his shoulder, draining his body of blood much like a vampire would. Protruding from her snout were six long dagger-like fangs. It was covered with black, bloodstained fur and had six toes, each one tipped with a sharp red claw, on each paw. We could only watch in horror as the giant, six tailed fox revealed itself. Her body began to swell and pulse, as we saw six long tails burst out of her behind and a muzzle extend from her face. She bared her teeth in a grin at my friend, showing six long, sharp teeth on her top jaw. They were pitch black, aside from glowing red irises and slit pupils. The girl then removed her sunglasses, exposing eyes that I can only describe as soullessly evil. My friend's hand stuck to the woman's skin so that he would be unable to let go. She looked up at him and smiled, as if she had been planning this. Then, my friend put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. We both pitied the poor woman, but I did not entirely believe her story. ![]() She sniffled and told us that her dream boyfriend had recently dumped her, and he left her nothing but the cabin and everything in it, which wasn't much. When she sat in her chair again, my friend asked her what was wrong. Shortly after we came in, she got up and closed the door behind us. She had sunglasses over her eyes, which meant we couldn't see her eye color, but we could see dark red mascara dripping down her face, a definite sign she was crying. ![]() She was wearing a knee-length dress that was a blood red color. ![]() Her skin was deathly pale, her hair blacker than the sky outside. I heard a voice that sounded like a girl who had been crying for a long time call out, telling us to come in. I went up to the door and politely knocked on it. We should have took that as a warning and left, but we were too desperate for shelter. We also noticed splotches of red on the walls. ![]() It looked as if it had been out here for ages, as the logs were grey and the side wall had some sort of dingy greenish-grey moss growing on it. We went to investigate and found a medium sized log cabin. Eventually we decided to scout out the area and see if there was anywhere we could safely spend the night.Īfter about a half hour of walking, my friend said he saw lights in the distance. We had been stranded in the middle of this cold, dark, rainy, confusing forest with absolutely no clue where to go or how to get back. This didn't really surprise me, as the car was old and it had been having engine trouble lately, but it was still scary and annoying. My suspicions were confirmed when the car suddenly broke down. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to go horribly, horribly wrong. My friend and I were driving through this dense wood on a stormy night, with no light source except for the Camaro's headlights. They live in a heavily forested area that is very hard to navigate through, especially at night. A friend and I were out driving my old black Camaro, trying to get to my friend's grandparents' house. ![]()
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