There was no doubt that what had been heard but not seen was not of this world. We could hear it screaming. We ran until our legs were filled with battery acid and our lungs drowned themselves in fear. Surely things like this only existed in a juvenile nightmare? There was no way this was happening. Impossible.
Scrambling through dense woodland in the harsh weather we saw the lights of an old gothic building. Knowing the beast was behind us we threw ourselves over the victorian gates, caked in mud and lascerations, soaked like sewer rats we attacked the mansion door like the proverbial gas man from hell.
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