It was time to go to sleep. I closed my tent. My light went out and my tent was pitch black. My teeth were chattering. When will it be morning?

When the sun faded away, the beast squirmed through the cave, criss-crossed over the moorland and shot across the fog.

I could hear a creepy song outside my tent. My heart skipped a beat. A creepy black shadow was looking into my soul.

Written by M in 3J