What Lies in the Woods -by #412

"Stay out of the woods!" my mother always told me. I always wanted to listen, but the woods were so intruiging and tempting that staying away from them seemed like a deathly sin. And what brings me here today is to tell you, that I should of listened. For what lies in the woods, is the deathly sin in itself.
You know how all of our older siblings like to tell us ghost stories? The really eery ones about mass murderers and cannibilistic old guys, well those don't compare to what lies in the woods. Let me tell you, what lies in the woods is much eerier than a bunch of murderers and old guys.
I bet you are just dying to know what it looks like? Only a couple have seen and survived to tell. All of those poor, honest souls have been stuck in asylums and therapy because nobody believes them! I tell you, it's real, as real as the sun, the moon and the grass beneath your feet! It's as realistic as can be. Trust me, the thing has jet black, oily skin, when it first touches you with its curious fingers, you tingle and twitch because it feels like you are touching freezing cold oil, and you don't know what to make of it. And when it speaks, you can here it as clear as day, but its voice sounds as high-pitched as nails on a chalk-board and it makes you grimace and wince in its presence. Oh, and the claws! Longer than yard-sticks, and as sharp as the tip of a thorn. And when they touch each other, it sounds like sharp knives pressing into each others blades! You better believe it.
Please do not venture into the woods, if you do not believe me, let's see how fast you can run as it chases you. They say nothing is impossible, but I mean running faster than that thing, is. Children, please listen closely now, because for what lies in the woods, may be the last thing you see. Believe me.