I shot up from my bed as I heard something clatter to the ground in my house. I sat there, listening intently, and I got worried as I could just barely make out footsteps. I was the only one who lived here and I had no pets.
Being as quiet as I could possibly be, I took the covers off and slowly stepped off the bed, making my way over to the shotgun I kept in my room. When you lived in the country it could take as long as 30 minutes for law enforcement to show up if you called them, you had to have ways to defend yourself until they could show up.
I carefully moved over to the door, trying to be quiet as I navigated my room in almost complete darkness. I slowly opened the door, and winced when the sudden brightness of the hallway lights blinded me, they kept flickering on and off, periodically blinding me. After a minute I finally got used to the strobe effect and I was able to look out into the house, and I instantly seen what was causing everything.
There was a Demogorgon raiding my kitchen, I watched in shock as it was tearing through my fridge, looking for stuff to eat. I looked down on the floor and seen several things on the floor, along with several beer cans that had been opened.
Almost everyone knew what a Demogorgon was, if you didn't know what a Demogorgon was it was likely you lived under a rock. The first sightings of these creatures had been in a small town in Indiana, where several government agents were killed trying to stop the creature.
Since then the occurences had spread to all the other states and there were even unconfirmed reports of Demogorgon sightings in other countries. Governments have been actively trying to figure out where they've been coming from since the first occurence, but haven't had much luck.
I looked down at my shotgun and knew it wouldn't be able to kill the Demogorgon, not with what is was loaded with anyway. I wasn't looking to kill, I only had this loaded with rubber bullets, which would hurt like hell but wouldn't kill a person.
I turned around and slowly walked back towards my room, where I kept buckshot rounds, lethal to a person but probably won't do much to a Demogorgon, still, it was the only other option I had, besides hiding and hoping it didn't find me.
As I walked in I closed the door and locked it. I tossed my shotgun onto the bed and ran over to the cabinet and tore through it, looking for the shotgun shells. When I found it I pulled it out and placed it next to the bed.
I then began the extremely loud process of getting every shell out of the shotgun and then reloading with the buckshot shells. When I finished I pumped the shotgun and walked over to the door, waiting as I listened for anything. I felt my heart nearly jump out of my chest as I could just barely hear breathing coming from behind the door.
I was suddenly lauched back as it slammed into the door, which I was leaning against. I watched the shotgun clatter away and I ran up to the door in an attempt to prevent it from being battered down.
I groaned every time the creature slammed into the door, and as I looked at the hinges, I could see that they wouldn't be able to take much more. I braced myself, waiting for the creature to slam into the door again but it seemed to be waiting.
I sat there for a minute, listening to myself breathe heavily as I waited for that one final slam that would bring the door down, but it never came. I leaned my ear up to the door, but heard nothing, no footsteps, no breathing, nothing. It was gone. Had it really given up? Just when it was about to get me? Maybe it didn't know the door was about to break and walked away.
I slowly opened the door and looked outside, but the Demogorgon wasn't there. It had really left. I jumped when I heard a sudden growl from behind me, and I slowly turned around to see the Demogorgon inside my room, I looked past it to see an open window, just big enough for the creature to squeeze through.
I looked at my shotgun and the Demogorgon also looked down at it, then looked up at me, before walking back towards the shotgun and picking it up. As it walked I noticed it seemed a bit unsteady, like it was drunk. I watched as it picked up the shotgun and turned around to look at me, before snapping the weapon in half and letting it clatter to the ground.
I staggered out of the room and slammed the door behind me and ran out the front door, which had been opened. I ran faster as I heard the door clatter to the ground, followed by a roar. I looked around, wondering where to go, there was almost nowhere to go, just forest and a road leading to my house, if I went to far into the forest I might never find my way out, if I go on the road the Demogorgon will catch me.
I looked behind me to see the Demogorgon walking out of the door and I made my choice, running towards the forest as fast as I could.
Walking through a forest can be dangerous enough even if you're walking on a path, walking off the path is dangerous and you can wind up with a broken leg or ankle, running through the forest, even in broad daylight is a guaranteed injury, running around at night however can get you killed, if you run off a ledge you didn't see.
I managed to make it without doing any of those things, partly because I only made it 10 feet into the forest. I looked behind me and seen the Demogorgon begin sprinting towards me, I had the small benefit of the low hanging branches and all the trees which would slow the Demogorgon down. I looked in front of me and saw I was heading right for a bra-
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I groaned, slowly coming awake and feeling horrible, with the adrenaline rush now gone all the pain I had put myself through was now coming to the surface. I looked down at my bloodied feet and painfully pulled out several splinters. After I was done torturing myself I reached up to my head and felt around, feeling where I ran into the branch, it had hit me just a tiny bit above my eyes.
My eyes widened as I realized I was on my couch, and as I looked myself over I noticed there was slime covering the whole front of my body, and as I looked over the way I was sprawled on the couch it looked like I had been thrown on it.
I jumped when I heard something clatter to the ground and I leaned over the couch into the kitchen to see the Demogorgon raiding my kitchen again. Since I was closer now I could make out things I couldn't before, such as the creature was coated in slime.
I quickly put two and two together. The creature had, for some reason, carried me back to my house and set me on the couch, not harming me at all. I looked at the floor again and noticed there were a few more cans scattered around now, this thing was drinking my entire stash.
I watched it stagger around and it seemed to be even worse than before. It turned around and, spotting me, it froze for a few seconds. I watched its mouth flaps move around as it stared at me, I felt an instinct to move but some part of me told me this thing didn't want to harm me, and with the condition my feet were in I wouldn't get very far anyway.