
The Beast
My
feet were rough against the sidewalk as I made my escape. Sweat plastered my brown hair to my face, and
my breathing came out in rasps. I stared
straight ahead, daring not to throw my eyes over my shoulder. I could not hear footsteps behind in the
still darkness, but I knew I was being followed. Rumors of a frightening creature living in the
gloomy caves near Height Park had spread throughout my tiny village. Eventually, my increasing curiosity won out,
and I had to see if the rumors were true.
Earlier tonight, I ventured to the caves, secretly hoping that all the
whispered talk and covert glances of the villagers would finally amount to
something. I was not disappointed; for,
what I saw in the caves earlier tonight stunned me. There was a creature in the cave, with scaly
reptilian skin, the color of dying leaves, and hair that appeared to be
moving. When I took a closer look, I saw
that there was no hair on the monster’s head, but a mass of writhing black snakes.
To place this terrifying creature, my
mind instantly went to my insufficient knowledge of Greek mythology. There was a beast known as Medusa, or the “Greek
myth” that could turn an unsuspecting person into stone with a simple glance at
her hideous features. As I began to
scramble out of the cave, my foot slipped on a rock, causing the resounding
thud of its fall to echo throughout the cave.
My heart leapt into my throat as I was sure that Medusa heard the rock
fall. Unfortunately, I did not stay long
enough to find out. As I made a quick
left out of the caves and into the park, I saw the silhouette of a person
sitting on a bench across the way. At
least, I hoped it was a person. There
was no way that Medusa could have beaten me to the park. My footsteps were drumbeats in a lullaby as I
cautiously approached the shadowy figure.
As I reached the vicinity of the wooden bench, I quickly realized my
mistake. The moonlight revealed a
perfectly cruel smile, and the eyes of a snake.
The silhouette was staring at me; I tried to speak, but I was paralyzed.
Great sentence: "My footsteps were drumbeats in a lullaby as I cautiously approached the shadowy figure." All this terror because of a little curiosity!
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