2:40 AM

Original Author: CynicalWarchild

We were all a bunch of rednecks.

Shooting, beer, big trucks; the whole package. We would spend most of our days shooting and exploring the countryside. We live in the countryside of Montana. I don't really know how to start my story, so I guess I'll start with this; It's currently 2:40 AM right now, it's a clear night sky, and rather humid. This... thing.. monster always arrives at that time, so I need to get this out as fast as possible.

It got them. All my friends are dead. I'll get in to how it all began; we were driving down the road looking for some place to hunker down for the night. It as rainy, so starting a camp fire was rather difficult. We found a small cliff with a protruding rock on the side. We got some logs and some gasoline for the fire and lit it up. We were sitting around the fire, eating food and shootin' the shit when we heard it. That fucking howl like a banshee. We thought it was a normal woodland animal at first until this horrible smell came and caught all of us off guard.

One of my friends, Annie, nearly threw up and I covered my mouth with my shirt. My first thought is that is was a skunk. We decided that we needed to find more adequate shelter so we hit the road once more. It was about an hour until we found an abandoned house. There was a black car parked in front of it. Despite the fact that the house looked like something straight out of the fucking Saw movie, we knew that we couldn't spend the next few minutes in this humid weather, so we got our things and entered the house.

The place had no power, so we lit some candles and placed them in the various rooms, as well as a lantern I had on me. It took a bit, but we finally got to sleep after a few sleepless hours. That's when I was suddenly awoken by a loud-ass crashing sound coming from the side of the house. I immediately got up and yelled "What the fuck was that?!". My friend, Johnny, who was the big tough guy of the group grabbed his 12 gauge and went out to investigate.

He came back about 10 minutes later looking a pale as a sheet. I was startled by this because nothing, absolutely noting could intimidate this man. He was 6 foot 7, with a build like that of Hercules, and as long as I have known him I've never seen a single hint of fear in his eyes even when the odds were stacked against him but this time he looked horrified.

"I--t--it was a creature..." he said.

I asked him to elaborate but he kept on saying the same thing. The next day, Johnny went out to hunt for food. He didn't return for about 4 hours and that's when I decided that need to check up on him. It wasn't long until we found his body....

Gashes covered his arms, and his 12 gauge was empty of ammo. The barrel was still hot when I touched it. There was as huge hole from a claw right on top of his head and his left foot was missing. I remember very little from the ensuing hours after that occurred. Annie broke down in tears and my two other friends just stared in horror at what they saw after I alerted them.

The next night was void of sleep. It was 2:40 AM. I knew it would come. I sat there, in the couch, shotgun in hand, my other friend wielding an AR-15. He finally had enough and went out the door.

"Dammit no! Don't go out there, not for a fucking second!" I screamed.

He ignored me, aimed his gun, opened the door and slowly walked out. That's when I saw a large, blue thing sprint across the yard. He fired at it but it didn't care; it pounced on him and ripped his windpipe out with its teeth. This thing looked like a cross between a husky and a tiger, with razor sharp claws, teeth, red eyes and dark blue mangled fur. It looked at me; this thing was powerful, intelligent, and knew human emotion well, but most of all, it had a heart of hate and a thirst for human blood.

I got on its hind legs and let out a loud, ear-piercing howl, something like a banshee. It ran off with exceptional speed into the trees. The next day, me and the remaining friends boarded up the house. We were too afraid to set foot outside. We knew that the thing had its eyes on us.

The night came. Needless to say, I wasn't looking forward to it. I wanted so bad for time to just freeze at that point and relive the same moment over and over for eternity... just anything not to meet eyes with that abomination again...

The time came; 2:40 AM. I came to terms with the fact that I was about to die. My two remaining friends were in the same room. I heard it's howl In the distance and I knew it was coming.

I heard it, sneaking around the house. My friend got out of his chair and then it happened; the thing burst through the window and pounced on him just like it did Johnny but this time it stared at him for a long moment. The other friend tried to help him the but the thing quickly picked him off by slicing him vertically in half with a razor sharp claw. It then picked my friend and crushed him before leaving the house swiftly while letting out that fucking howl.

I'm alone now. I'm typing this up as fast as I can and posting it. To whomever finds this...… if you're in the same area I'm in.. even remotely.... leave. Leave now and never return. Even if you haven't heard the howls... it will find you. It just doesn't know you're there yet.

Fuck fuck fuck I can see its eyes through the window right now. It gonna kill me. Please, leave right fucking now. Save yourself. These are my last thoughts... please.... heed the warni---