#WritcoStoryPrompt22
The howl that rang out the silent night was heard across the slumbering streets.
The hair rose at the back of their heads.
The monster had escaped...
Everyone started to run with the releas
of the news that the monster had come out. Though they said so, noone had still seen it moving or heard being in the presence of such a feary animal. Some let it down only by calling it a stupid lie of some idler who passed that way in his drowsiness. Yet others were of a view to complain it a bad rumour like fire on the haystack or as a superstitious belief of a foolish crowd. What we had then left in the list to believe was something after taking those assumptions into consideration,like a summary of it or rather an analysis of them.
If it's a monster, is there really a monster? How does it come out or when and why are all the questions that need possible answers. Some people say that it comes out of a house in the furthest corner of the same road where we took new place for lease. Could it be a big dog like a hound in The Hound of the Baskerwillles.
In the silent night with no protection of a moonlight what one could do to save himself? And a monster being out, waiting to gulp you down in one mouthful was another eerie feeling.
We will hear more of it the next day, said one of the runners
Where shall we go from here?
said another sadly.
To that jungle?
No way,
Norway?
No, no I just meant no,...