Dylan ran through the snowy forest, tripping over his own two feet from time to time. He had been staying at a nature preserve late at night when a dark figure walked to him, screeching like a scared choir group. Dylan ran through the park when he saw a ranger’s radio tower. He ran up the stairs and locked the door. He turned on the spotlight, and shined it on the creature. It was completely black with a gaping mouth that screeched. It ran from the light. Dylan waited for a few hours until the thing slammed on the door. He hid in a corner when the thing burst through and grabbed his neck. It tossed him from the five story tower.
Dylan hit the ground hard and could feel his arm snap. He was very lucky to be alive. He ran until he saw a house. He knocked on the door. No one answered. He kicked the door open and ran inside. A young couple lay on the floor, covered in blood with at least twenty stab wounds. He ran upstairs when the creature was some how there. It pushed Dylan down the stairs and slammed him into the wall. His broken arm having horrible pain shoot through it.
Dylan ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. He stabbed the thing five times, nothing happening. The thing stabbed Dylan with long bony fingers. It tossed Dylan aside, leaving him for dead. It ripped open the floor board to take a book. It ran its bloody fingers on a symbol in the book. All of the symbols were pentagrams. It had two more symbols to fill for the sacrifice to release all hell. At that moment, its wide sense of hearing picked up one lone car engine running, on a nearby lone road. It dashed toward the road, about a few miles away. The sacrifice would be made. He heard the name of only one of them.