We’re all told scary stories as children. If you’re not good throughout the year then santa will bring you coal, if you eat too many pickles you’ll start to glow, or my personal favorite if you stay out past curfew the boogie man will get you. They’re usually effective enough as a child, but as we get older we grow out of them, learn that Santa is really your mom and dad, pickles can’t make you glow, the boogie man is a real person, with real crimes and real justice. The only problem was that my boogie man was not a man at all. Growing up my grandmother would tell me stories of the “beast” of Greybriar House. The heinous monster who snapped necks and tore into the chests of trespassers on the property. I always thought they were simply old wives tales. The Greybriar house did have its dark histories and skeletons in the closet, but it was also where all the snotty senior boys took the new freshman girls to hook up. I never thought anything of it until I got to go. A couple had gone missing a few weeks before after apparently coming to the Greybriar “makeout spot”, but the mystery only made everyone more curious. Things were getting a little steamy between me and the boy I was with until we started hearing shouts outside. We both jumped up at the sound of a nearby scream to see what was going on outside our window. What we saw was more terrifying than we could have imagined. There was a beast attacking the car mere yards away from us. It was massive, probably seven feet tall on two legs, with arms that stretched towards the ground, rippling muscles across its entire body and hunchback, and strange spurts of immense amounts of hair covering any parts of its body that weren’t mutilated or scarred. We immediately started the car and drove off as fast as we could, half naked and scared out of our whits. We found out the next few days at school that the couple in the car next to us never returned from their illustrious adventure, and never again did I go near the house again.
Comments by Hollie Perdue