“The rattling only got worse as the night went on. I hated those old shutters. Mom never would let me get rid of them she always told me that Grandpa made them out of the old oak tree that used to be in the backyard. The tree was apparently was cut down by him when he was a kid after he went crazy and he made the floors and shades out of what was left of the old oak. The stump is still out in the back yard closer to the house then the forest it is weird it is a very lonely looking thing. It makes me uncomfortable just looking at it. As I lay down terrified of what could be out there behind the slamming window shutters. An uneasy feeling swam through my body when I thought about walking over to shut them.

I know that I shouldn't be afraid of the dark at this age but there is just something about it. Maybe its the way that sounds seem to echo and moan on as the day creeps on.”

“What got all that to change there must have been something; at least I would hope so in your line of work.” the reporter cracked a smile. The first one I had seen on that wrinkled face since he arrived.

I am currently regretting my decision to tell my story but people just kept insisting. I hate the thought that my story is going to be laughed at every day while it still scares the crap out of me. Ok so if you're reading this you are probably interested in my story. You want to read about it and then go off and tell all your friends about it. Go on with your life believing that there is nothing supernatural out there and I am just an author trying to do the classic story line of is it real or not. Well it may be cliche but you lucky not to believe in any of this. If you knew half of the stuff I know you wouldn't sleep for days.

My name is Jack ------ I was always a bit of a problem child. Nobody at school ever really understood me. Actually im not to sure that many of them actually knew that I existed at all. I guess I kind of preferred that most the time. Well maybe I would have liked some popularity for good reasons; instead I would become quite infamous just after I turned seventeen. I have kept an infamous reputation to this day.

I looked up at the old reporter grinned knowing that he would believe nothing from this point on.

“I finally got sick enough of that god damn shutter I jumped up to close them… A gust of chilled air rustled the leaves in the distance as I stood there in shock. I looked around the midnight fog was so thick I could only see a few inches in front of me. I could still hear the shutters in the distance crashing against the window. I truthfully have no clue how I got in that position but when I heard the snap of a branch I ran. It sounded like I was stepping on glass the leaves were completely frozen. I knew exactly where the house was from the shutters. I rushed that way and went flying. When I rolled over I noticed where I was the old oak stump was to my left. The right side of my face was covered in a thick blanket of blood. I could feel it gushing out of the side of my head.

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SNAP!!!!!

Another branch and another break something was headed towards me. I tried to roll over again to make it easier to get but but it was too late. A strange feeling went crossed my back. It felt like when your foot goes to sleep and you get that fuzzy tingly feeling but this was moving. I was petrified I felt a the thing grab me and i was lifted into the air. I instantly went flying again I looked over to the thing and saw the most horrific sight that would haunt me for life.

It was a child and its pet a little child was able to lift me into the air and throw me at least 10 feet. The only thing was it wasn't a child I mean it was it just wasn't human. At about 3 feet tall this cartoon child stood there with its mutilated bird on his shoulder looking at me with a glare. The boy had a blood red eye his other one was just a hole with a scratch over it like it had been clawed out. dried blood was plastered to his face underneath the black pit that at one point held an eye. His hair was matted up like he had just gotten out of bed. His pale face looked like that of an old man. I have seen cartoons as a child but nothing like this. I don't know what could make something that horrifying. His face was pale and looked worn out like someone that has been given a death sentence.

The bird was fazing in and out of reality it had one wing and it was almost like it had a really fucking twisted smile. Its face changed from a demonic like birds to an almost human face. It was blue and black and it changed size as the face blurred. The kids pet whispered something in his ear and the child grinned and cocked his head as his eye widened and he stepped closer to me…”