First Person P.O.V

"Shit, I think I took a wrong turn." I grumbled as I looked left and right to see nothing but dark forest. After a few more hours of aimless traveling on dirt road, my car started to sputter and wheeze. I cursed angrily as the vehicle finally died in the middle of trees, faintly visible only by the ghostly glow of the full moon's light. Climbing out of the now useless car, I grabbed the worn out gas container from the trunk and began walking, despite my growing anxiety. I walked...

And walked...

And walked...

Until finally I came across a dirty, seemingly neglected two-story house with an attic. Its dull brown color seemed to blend perfectly with the atmosphere and scenery. The windows were dusty and cracked, and the bricks that held it together seemed to be falling out. Curious, I called out, "Hello? I uh, need some gas."

No answer. I huffed, convinced that no one was home, and turned to leave. Suddenly, I heard a rusty creak. Flipping around so fast that I almost gave myself whiplash, I saw a figure creeping out of the now open door. Biting my lip, I took a cautious step to inspect the stranger.

It was a horribly pale man with slight wrinkles and old, dark gray eyes. 6'5" yet with a slight slouch, a long, pitch black robe draped down to a point of covering his feet and arms, excluding his scarred hands with sharp claws. He held a twisted, dark oak cane. His hood covered his hair, and even though he was quite a distance away, both he and his shadow towered over me.

He gave me a long and menacing look, and hissed, "Come closer, my dear."

The man then flashed a crooked grin filled with sharp fangs for teeth, and his eyes turned completely black, black as his robe. Fear struck me as he began to transform before my very eyes. The robe seemed to come alive and spread across the rest of his half-human features. Shadows became a part of his form, and the cane altered into a long, shadowy whip with spikes at the end. His claws and fangs grew even sharper and longer as a spiky tail protuded from his bottom side. The demon beast stared at me hungrily, and the next thing I knew, a terror-filled shriek tore from my lips as it came at me. Then, blood and darkness became my new vision.