Goblins, Vampire, Werewolves, Ogres,
and Trolls. None of them exist, and yet, in our mind, the back of our
mind, we believe. Though THEY, don't exist, something does, something
that lives in the woods, the woods of Dover, Massachusetts, I'm sure
you've heard of it.
It all started when I moved to Dover,
I'd heard stories, you know, about the demon, of course I didn't
believe, at least not at the time. I moved out into a little house in
the middle of the woods. The house was in a large bare circle of
nothing but grass, except for one tall oak tree. The house itself was
brick, covered in vines, grape vines. It had three large chimneys one
in the back, two in the front.
The inside was amazing, the walls had
carvings, carvings of the woods, of the ocean, even of strange desert
landscapes. It had rock floors, and wooden walls. Vines even covered
the inside walls, some covered the floor. The main chimney in the
front of the house had a large rock carving of an enormous owl with
it's wings spread wide, it had marble eyes, golden claws, and the
tips of the wing's feathers were covered in silver. In the back of
the house, a giant stone monolith stood in the middle of my bedroom,
it had carvings of owls, and the top was a golden pyramid, with a
carving of strange head with no mouth, and big, round, empty eyes.
After looking threw the entire house,
I came to the kitchen, and loaded a small haul of groceries into the
cupboards, and into the bronze refrigerator. The kitchen was just as
amazing as the rest of the house. It had a large monolith, just as my
bedroom, in the middle of the room, the refrigerator was bronze and
an owl was carved into the freezer's door.
I walked outside early the next
morning, looked out to the trees beyond my grass yard, bushes and
tall grass covered the edge, the rustled in the wind and gave a sound
like a thousand crickets. I sipped my coffee, I took a bite of my
hash brown, and walked down onto the grass. The sun had just broke
threw the clouds, and the morning dew light up like fireworks. After
about an hour of just standing there, soaking up the sun light I went
back inside.
That night, I heard a strange crying
sound from my window, like a baby alone under the moon. The crying
turn into soft screaming, which turning into horrid screeching, like
eagles and owls. I heard the crickets scream, and dogs miles away
barking in vane. In screamed out in fear, and all sound vanished, no
crickets, no dogs, none of the horrid screeching.
The silence was worse than the
screaming, the wait for something to break the silence. Finally
something broke the silence, the bush outside my window rustled,
clawing on the window, and a crack. I jump from my bed and there's a
hole in my window, about the size of baseball, two red eyes, like
marbles in the light. They slowly faded, like moonlight behind the
clouds.
After that night, day was terrifying.
Any sound flipped my wig, a creak, a squeak, even a dog's bark. All
through the day I was scared of all sounds. When the landlord's car
drove up the driveway I nearly fell on the floor in a fearful frenzy.
I waked out to greet him and down through the yard. “How the house
treating you?” said my landlord as he climbed out of his large four
wheel drive land rover “Pretty good I guess.” I said running my
hand of my hair. “What you mean you guess, is there a problem?”
he said looking at the house “No, no... well, I guess, it's just
the bedroom window's broken. I guess it happened in the middle of the
night, woke up to it broken.” said I looking straight at him
“I'm sorry, probably some stupid kids. Well if everything's good,
I'll be back on the fifth for the rent.” he said while climbing
back into his car “What about the window?” I said looking up at
giant vehicle “I'll send someone over by next week to fix it.” he
yelled out the window as he drove away. I was still terrified, and by
night the terror would triple.
That night, while sleeping I heard a
crash, like the dropping of plates. A loud screeching sound came from
the kitchen like an owl. I walked into the hallway with carvings
watching me from all sides. A lamp to my side, I grab it from the
small table to my side. I walk to the kitchen and see a shadow on the
wall, the shadow of something hunched over. I slowly peek into the
room, to see a pale creature with huge red eyes, a mouth full of
sharp short teeth, a long alien like head, and long spines down it's
back. It was eating a steak from the fridge, which was wide open.
Food was allover the floor, meat fruit, soup, but not a single
vegetable.
I step forward and step onto a can,
making a loud crushing sound, the creature lifted it's terrible head
up and looked to the doorway I was standing, it looked right in my
eye's and let out a terrible scream. The creature ran on all fours
toward me, at top speed. I ran out of the hallway, down to my
bedroom, with that thing following me.
I slammed the door, and the creature
started scratching it. I sat there, for hours still hearing the
scratching, and I climb into my bed. I looked up and saw my broken
window, and I stood up on my bed. I smashed the window and climbed
out and ran down my road. I looked to all sides looking for someone
or a car, instead I see something terrible. Eyes, red eyes, all
around me, ten of the same creatures came out of bushes, the
creatures claws slide out of their fingers and they stood up on their
back legs, each only three feet tall, but their claws each were least
two feet long. They slowly came in closer toward me,with their claws
toward me, The Demons of Dover...
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