This creepy little thing was getting in stealthily,
as if trying to keep me in a trance while he got close enough to get me.



So I floored it and sent the little guy rollen in the dirt behind me
as I sped away.



This was one crazy night. I hauled my butt out of there and up to Grand Dads bluff.
It is the oldest know part of the cemetery, but this area is well lit and gets great Walkie
Talkie reception and there was a pay phone . I planned to stop there for a moment and get my Walkey Talkey radio working.
It seemed to have some how had the batteries
knocked out of it. I wanted to call for back up no matter how crazy I sounded.



I drove quick up to the bluff.



When I got to Grand Dads Bluff, I suddenly felt silly. I must of
imagined it I thought. I put the truck into Park and got to work
installing the batteries on my radio. I got Officer Sam on the line down
at the police station as soon as I had power. I told him that I had some really
weird stuff going on up here at the cemetery. He actually laughed and told
me the Circus was in town and the "Little People" had been dressed up as monsters
and playing pranks all over town. While taking a breath of relief I noticed what looked like a large,
black hairy dog walking around the area and then getting closer to the truck. I thought, Yer gonna pee on my tires aren't you?
"Still there?" asked Officer Sam clearly over the Walkie Talkie.
"Yeah, I'm here, just a dog trying to spook me." I told him.
"10-4 that." Officer Sam replied. "Make out a report and send me a copy, me and the guys could use a good laugh.
We both ended up laughing after he got done telling me some
of the pranks that were being played all over town and in other cemeteries.

So here is my report.



John signed his report and breathed a sigh of relief.
He was about to leave and finish his patrol
of the Graveyard when he decided to wait a minute and
read the report over one more time.
John got his big flash light out and started to read.
Just as he was about to laugh out loud, he heard
a kind of a dull thump! draaaaggg! sound on the inside of his door.



He looked over and a huge hairy hand had reached in
through the Wind Wing and was searching around for the
handle inside the door. John had locked the doors after
the first monster tried to get in.




Big John was frozen in fear but managed to look out
the widow to see what was attached to the sharp
clawed hairy arm. He saw the top of a black
hairy head.




And then a evil eye trying to peer in through the
truck window to help find the latch and open the door.



Thump! Thump! Slide, the smelly hairy hand
searched for the inside door handle.



Big John could feel a cold sweat breaking out on his face.
He tried to take a calm breath in through his nose and nearly gagged at the smell that greeted him.
Big John gripped his flashlight tightly and
started to beat the huge,hairy,hand with it. He hit
it as hard as he could over and over, the creatures arm was well muscled, at first the blows seemed to have little affect.
After the 5th blow he could hear the creature scream in pain as it tried to pull its arm out of the awkward window.
Big John continued to beat the hairy hand drawing blood.
Finally the creature managed to get it's arm out of the window.
It pulled with such force that is ripped the wind wing right off along with the large outside mirror on the truck.



Once again Big John Floored it and hauled butt out of the there.
This time he did not stop until he was all the way home.



Then he called the police.



Big John was very upset when making the report.
The officer had to demand that Big John calm down so
he could take his report. Big John managed to stop freaking
out and took the officer out to his truck to show him the
creatures blood and hair still stuck to his mangled truck window
and door.The officer took samples of the blood and hair. Sent it off to
the lab to be analysed.

The next day the officer called John back and told him that
the blood and hair samples taken from his truck could not
be identified.The samples were not human or animal.



The End.