The owl's howls break the tense, quiet night, where only the sound of wind blowing through dying trees rules. There is no civilisation within five miles of the forest so it is the perfect place for anyone looking to practise their mischief.

A young couple have parked their car near where the growth of bushes and weeds begin, a small yard from where the trees stand. The lights are out, the engine is no longer humming. They have left the vehicle behind to venture into the forest for the sake of spicing up their relationship. The only thing they hear is the sound of their lips tasting each other, their clothes peeling off; their bodies moving around in the dried leaves. Their breathing is heavy as if choke-held.


Further into the forest a figure forms within the shadows. Only the moon lights up the area thus the visibility is low. The figure becomes a silhouette. It is unsure to determine who or what it is that is approaching – the shape reveals something which appears to be... a deformed human. A human with... four arms? It snarls, the two extra arms sounding like a rustling bag of bones when they bang together as the being picks up its speed and gets on all fours. Running, the extra limbs increase in size, elongating, and a high-pitched squawk echoes through the trees, creating sudden life from the treetops; sleeping birds fly, shocked, from their nests, leaving their offspring behind, and mice rush across the mossy ground in fear, squeaking almost inaudibly.

The couple are caught in the heat of the moment as the creature soars over the bushes in a high jump. Claw-like feet dig their long nails into the dirt and ruffled leaves, a loud thump sounding every time the being treads toward the two lovers.


A loud shriek – the girl has taken notice of their uninvited guest. She gropes for her clothes to cover herself up, readying herself to flee. The boy stands, naked, shouting obscenities, trying to scare the being off, but there is nothing to be done. The figure, now a mere two feet away from its prey, chuckles sadistically, its voice hoarse and worn.

"Don't come any closer! I'm warning you, I-I have a gun!" The boy fondles the ground for his weapon, grasping it tightly with both hands as soon as he finds it. He steps to the right – the creature replicates his move. He steps left – the creature follows him. There is no way out and the creature has now turned its hunt into a game. He likes it when they fight back...


"I said, don't get any closer!" the boy shouts, voice cracking.

"Baby, let's just get out of here," says the girl nervously, now leaning against the tree they were making love by just few minutes ago.

The creature's extra limbs, now visible as a pair of extra growth of bones coming out of its back, sprouts feathers, and it roars a terrifying mixture of a squawk and growl, echoing throughout the forest in what seems to be forever.

The boy falls to his knees, his hands shaking violently.

The creature tackles the boy, throwing the boy off guard and he drops his gun. Long teeth sink into the boy's neck, a stream of blood producing a capacious pool around the boy's torso. The girl screams incoherently as she watches her boyfriend's life slowly run out.

Strips of muscle are torn from the boy's chest and neck. The creature gnaws hungrily on its meal, crushing the bones with loud crunches.

A stone is thrown.


The creature leaves the now surely dead boy to decay and become one with the dirt, to attack the girl guilty of intruding while he was eating. It snarls and jumps her, first clawing at her face with its sharp, mutated nails.

Still alive.

It pushes her to the ground and holds her face down with one hand, the other controlling her legs, so it has free access to the rest of her body. Burying its face in her stomach, it chews carelessly through her thin layer of skin and into her innards. Still she screams. It feasts mercilessly on her sweet, sweet delicacies, the screams slowly coming to an end. When it has finished eating, it leaves the crime scene with the two fleshless bodies and flies off over the treetops into the distance.

Upon its landing, it groans loudly in pain, transforming back into what it was before. The wings are no longer hanging down his back but are two scarred nubs by his shoulder blades, and the claws are no inhumanely sharp nails but short, trimmed ones. A man stands before the early sunrise, naked in all his being, the only leftovers from his other self a necklace of feathers and broken-off teeth.