Day: 24. October 2009

CHAPTER ONE

The farmer ran across the wet field, breathing heavily. It was a dark night, with many clouds but a full moon. The farmer would not have gotten up that early if it hadn’t been for a noise . . . RRreeeeeeaaaaaaaAAAARRR! It came from the goat pen. The farmer quickened his pace to a sprint. A quivering goat soon came into view. As the farmer reached and grabbed it, his heart nearly stopped. Staring back at him was what looked like a wild dog with a mane. It had white and brown skin, vampire fangs, and pale red eyes. The farmer jumped back and ran, but the . . . thing locked it’s jaws on the farmer’s leg, trying to drink the blood that wasn’t there. The farmer kicked the thing with his free leg, bounding a step ahead of it. He tore to the house and slammed the door. The farmer collapsed, trying to figure out what was endangering his goat’s. Then he remembered the local legend.