Kleiner Dämon
I live in a small town, off in the middle of absolute no where, and the people here are superstitious. I often heard the legend of Kleiner Dämon, or Little Demon, but I never payed much attention, and dismissed it as a fairytale. The legend states that, everynight, past midnight, an evil spirit roams the streets of our little town, hunting and killing all he finds. Especially humans who are unlucky enough to find themselves outside past midnight. I had gone to the house of one of my friends, with the intent of spending the night there. We had played around in his house for what seemed like hours, when we heard his mom walk into his room and tell us it was bed time.
Being the adventurous type, my friend suggested that we sneak out when his mother had gone to sleep. Before long we had found ourselves on his back porch, the time being 1:30 A.M. We decided we'd go to an old park and hang out, seeing as it was the only interesting place to be at this time of night. On our way there, we heard some rustling coming from behind us, we looked back to find nothing. We nodded it off as just the wind, but I couldn't shake a weird feeling got. We got to the park, and hung out for a good 2 hours, when we heard more rustling. We looked over to see a shadow racing in the moonlight. We both knew what was going on now. Before saying a word, we both bolted towards his mother's house, with the sound of heavyfootsteps growing ever closer. I look over to my friend and finally saw what was chasing us. It was a strange creature, humanoid in appearance, but was black as night, and eyes that glowed crimson red, but that wasn't the worst part. He had a horrifyingly disfigure face. His face appeared as though it had been sliced, taken off, and put back on up side down, and his mouth, a black hole filled with spikes. He lunged forward and grabbed my friend by the back, tugged him to the ground, and knocked him out, and proceeded to do the same with me.
We woke up in a small room, that smelled of death. I looked around and saw bodies, with their skins having been torn off, organs mutilated and flesh torn from bone. I screamed at the top of my lungs, but fell silent when I saw him. He proceeded to gouge open my friend's stomach, pulling out his entrails and forcing them down his own throat again. He slowly began skinning him, as he screamed in agony. The last thing I saw before meeting the same fate was that sick, twisted smile, as I felt his claws plunge into my stomach.
Credited to Applesauce666
Originally uploaded on July 25, 2012
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