The night was dark and silent, only the sound of crickets breaking the silence. You held your flashlight and pistol tightly, advancing cautiously through the forest. You knew you were not alone.

There was something out there, something no one else believed. You had heard the stories, the rumors about a creature that roamed the forest. Some said it was a bear, others that it was an evil spirit. But you knew what it was. You felt it.

** Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. You froze, as the flashlight illuminated a male face, but transformed. The red eyes glowed in the dark, and the pointed canines revealed the true nature of the creature.

His voice was low and menacing.

With a thick accent that almost made you misunderstand his words, even though his tone alone conveyed his message.

"You shouldn't be here." He growled, his Scottish intonation sharp.

** You felt a shiver run down your spine as he suddenly stepped closer, snatching your pistol from your hands with minimal effort, his arms covered in a thick layer of hair, his sharp nails lightly piercing your skin.