.{' Mmmmk for reals this story was an urban legend I made up in my home town, and it stuck. Was good times... '}.




You leave high school taking in a breath of cool, crisp winter air. Working late on the poetry essay really takes the energy out of someone. It’s dark already and you dread walking through the woods even though you know it is silly to be scared of such things. You walk down the stairs and out through the parking lot to the woods across the street from the school.

Once you leave the street and the aid of the light the creepiness of the darken wood starts to grab hold of you. You hear the rustling of leaves in a few bushes around you and you look around startled and then sigh in relief realizing that it was only a trick of the wind.

The forests around the school had creeped you out ever since you heard that stupid story as a freshman. It was an urban legend or something like that. Even so, the coyotes lurking about in the woods were enough to keep anyone wary of movements around them on such a chill night. You continue walking pulling your coat around you in tight folds to keep the frost in the air from seeping into your bones. You hear the rustling grow stronger and unconsciously walk a little faster. As your speed grows so does the noise and it unnerves you more then a little. A hoof stamping the ground here, the sound of leathery wings flapping as though from some giant bat come from over there. You keep walking faster and faster and you hear hoof beats behind you as though some sort of deer were following you.

Your heart flutters a bit at this. There are no deer in this rural area. You stop to listen and the thud of hooves hitting the ground stops as well. Suddenly as if charging it starts again getting very close and you begin running for your life thinking that maybe this urban legend has some truth behind it. Other hooves join in behind you and you continue to run, thinking that any minute your lungs will burst and you’ll collapse, at the mercy of these monsters behind you. Just as suddenly as it started the pounding hoof beats die away. You look all around you as you slow to a stop. Everything seems to be back to normal and you are only a few minutes walking from your house. You lean against a tree as you catch your breath. It’s as if nothing was ever there and you start to convince yourself that it never really happened. Just some trick of the mind from being so tired and overworked. Smiling you push off from the tree and start walking towards home again.

For a minute or two all goes well and all thoughts that it was real disappear from your mind. You hear rustling in front of you and then to the side. You freeze and it closes all around you. Two blood red glowing eyes come into view in front of you and stare at you as if seeing into your soul. The shadowy creature comes out of the bushes and it stretches its leathery wings and stomps and the ground with its ebony hooves. Its obsidian coat shines in the moonlight and it emits a sound that tears through your soul down to the very reaches of your being.

“Baaaaaaa…” It says softly, its bleating rending all rational thought from you mind. It tosses its head and casts a defiant glance at you before lowering its horns. It charges.






.{' Yeah that's right... Fucking demonic sheep from the 7th circle of hell. DO NOT QUESTION IT!!! People are still scared of bleating in the woods... '}.