“My clothes in tatters, my hands torn, and missing my left shoe, I finally stopped running. It had been ambush. That poor dog lying in the road, but what was it that chased me? It came out of nowhere. I stopped to help the dog when it hit it me. No way it could’ve a man…too big, to strong, and that smell. What was with the smell? It was like a thousand garbage dumps. I must be losing it. Things like this don’t happen in real life.
Why did it stop chasing me? I mean I’m no slouch but I’m not moving so fast these days.
Aghhhh god what the heck. This is too much for me.”
“Sir, I need you to calm down”
“Seriously, you want me to calm down. Are you listening to me at all? Did you not hear my story? I was attacked. I was ambushed in the road…by some…thing. Some beast.”
“Sir, I can’t help you if you don’t slow down and give me your name.”
“I’m not giving you my name. You clearly don’t believe me. You think I ran through the cornfields all night for fun? I’m not crazy. This happened. I was attacked”
“Sir, what do you want me to write here? That a bigfoot lured you out of your car with a puppy, tackled you, then let you go? Really? None of that makes sense”
“I never said the b-word! All I’m saying is that a large animal attacked me and I got away. Maybe it was a bear. Maybe it had second thoughts. I don’t know. I just don’t know”
“So let me get this straight sir, you won’t give me your name. You don’t know what happened, and you don’t seem to want help. What exactly do you want me to do for you?”
“Alright never mind. I’m going home”
Keith left the office and hobbled to the phone bank to call a cab. While waiting outside for his ride he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched. “Probably just that officer I spoke with, she thinks I’m crazy”, he reasoned “I’m not crazy”.
He wasn’t.
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