• My name is Ashley; I’m 13 I have one arm, one eye, and no heartbeat. Yes, I’m dead. This is my story.

    I was walking through the woods on a full moon night. Not the best idea, but I didn’t believe in superstition, but I should have at least believed in the Faery Dogs. It’s said that there are three dogs that travel in a pack, the death dogs as some people call them. They prey on hikers that wander into the woods under a full moon. If you hear the first dogs howl that is a sign to run, and if you hear the second howl it means they’ve chosen their prey but only one person hears the last howl and they’re doomed. Not believing was the worst mistake of my life.
    I was about half way through the woods when I heard the snap of a stick, I stopped dead in my tracks. I looked around and I saw something red move, I thought it was my friend, Kayla who had dared me to go in the woods in the first place, just trying to scare me so I yelled “I know its you Kay,” and kept walking. A couple minutes later I herd the sound that still haunts my dreams today, a howl. It filled my mind with the sense of death the only thing that crossed my mind was to run. But something turned into my path ahead, the first dog its dark gray face covered in blood and dragging a red cloak. I was right it was Kayla I saw in the woods but the dogs found her before she got to me. Then I heard another howl from behind me so I spun around only to see the second dog with blood also on its face and what looked like brown hair in its claws... Kayla's hair. I kept looking from one dog to the next, feeling all the hate in these four-legged creatures. Then I heard a third earsplitting howl, louder and more hate-filled then the others. I looked up at the steep rocky cliff just ahead of me and as I looked at the sight. There on the top of the cliff all the breath in my body escaped there on the hill was the leader of the pack looking stronger than the others. It was turned a shadowy black from the rising moon behind it. It leaped down from the cliff landing in front of me as the two dogs stepped back their heads bowed. The leader looked at me in a way of saying I was doomed. I knew all the odds were against me but I knew the only way too get away was to try to run. I cast one more glance at the dogs around me. Then I broke away heading back along the path I took into the woods. Then I realized I was only leading the pack of dogs to my friends that were at the beginning of the trail. Thinking quickly I veered off the trail into the unknown woods with nothing to guide me. I could hear the dogs behind me crashing through the undergrowth. But then it all stopped no more noise, no more sound it was if all life had paused, all but me. But I kept running. I didn’t want to take any chances. Finally I got to a clearing with a small river, breathless I stopped and kneeled beside the water I bent down towards the water looking at my reflection I was bruised and cut from the run I started washing my face, now and then I took a drink of the sweet, bitter cold water. I was about half way through washing…when I saw the reflection of somthing grey behind me. I froze. Finally finding the strength to look at whatever it was that was behind me I turned, and came face to face with huge, amber, hate-filled eyes. I tried to scream but nothing came out I stumbled trying to get up but the leader of the dog pack lunged at me knocking me over I felt the cold water of the stream running down my back. I closed my eyes,no longer able to bear the sight. The next thing I knew I was standing over my body unmoving. Since that day I lingered here scared to leave the last safe place I knew. Not wanting to move on