The Hellhound

I finally got away from it. I found shelter from the storm in an old ruined apartment complex. As headed up the stair, I could hear the drops of rain hitting the old windows and the wind slam against the old panels in the ceiling, it sounded like the place was in a pretty rough condition, and probably not the best place to find shelter. When I finally sat down and started thinking, it occurred to me that I had run in here without thinking what I might stumble upon, or how fit for a shelter this place was, but at least I had gotten away from it, at least I was safe, or so I thought… Because it that was in that moment I heard this strange sound coming from the floor below, a strange hellish snarl that gripped my mind with fear. It had picked up my scent… I ran back out in the hall way, and there it was, staring at me with its gleaning red eyes and mouth full of froth. It was a strange, hellish beast, spawned from the deepest fiery pits of hell. I had to look past the fear I flet and stand up against this beast. I had to try and defend myself, because there was no way that I would be able to keep running or hiding from it. As the beast slowly walked towards me, I looked back and saw an old rugged window, and slowly backed up towards. In one quick jolt of amazing speed the beast lunged towards me, I quickly jumped to the side, making it crash straight through the window. As it fell to the ground I heard a loud squeal and looked out the destroyed remains of the window, and there it was. The creature was lying on the ground covered in blood, impaled on a wooden pole. But I knew this was not the end of it. Its dying squeal sent word for others, others to come hunt me down… This nightmare wasn’t over yet.