Isaac Bodman

Ms. VanderSlik
English 100-15
11 December 2014

(This is the story of me finding my family on Halloween. It is mythologically

embellished for entertainment purposes.)

It was fast, almost too fast, I thought as I spotted the creature out of the
corner of my eye. The forest had a foggy hue about it and the sounds of silence filled
the midnight hour, but I could still see the beast lurking behind some foliage. It
growled menacingly. Bensuvious Bodmanii was it official name, or so I had heard,
but I referred to it as the Bean-Boy.
He took off, sprinting down the natural aisles that the trees made. I followed
close behind, keeping pace with the creature only through my years of strenuous
training. Then it was gone, off the grid. But where could it have gone? I sensed
something. Not with any of my five preliminary senses, but with a sixth sense,
something I had developed over years of hunting these brutes down. I spun.
And there it stood, the mother beast of the family I had been tracking. Not
intimidating in size, necessarily, but in the power that she wielded behind her
insignificant form. She looked me in the eye, and I stared back. Her breath caused
plumes of thick fog in the darkness, barely visible to the untrained naked eye.
Leaves rustled beneath me as I took the proper challengers position. She lunged

and I parried, long, grasping claws slashed against metal daggers. It was going to be
an interesting Halloween.