The dark calling

Darkness. There is a lack of light in the surroundings, with a single, small, brick-constructed structure with several windows, a door, and a garden at the front of the building with a door that leads inside. This was a house. A lonely house. The house was oozing with dread as silence ruled supreme. A few minutes later, several lights would spring to life both inside the home and outside, revealing numerous trees with strong trunks and lively green leaves, which in a way took away from the eerie aura of the home cantered in the middle of the greenery. The door used to enter the home swung open with a surprisingly aggressive amount of force, as a man of great stature gripping what looked like a shotgun would glance around before stepping into the garden and spitting onto the floor. His expression was rage, with a clenched jaw, furrowed brows, and reddened skin.

The sound of a snapping branch alerted him and caused him to spin to his left, hold up his gun, and fire it towards some trees with a few bushes covering anything within his sight. The loud sound of the bullets being fired was quickly reduced to silence a few moments later as the man stared towards the trees and bushes. He just shot with a look of confusion, curiosity, and a drop of fear.

"God damn raccoons. I`ll send you to hell."

Slowly he approached the area he had just shot, and with a slow but careful approach, he stepped through the bushes and now stepped out of the range of the lights and into the shadowy unknown. He could now feel something slimy, sharp, and rough making its way up his leg as his bones were individually broken and his skin was punctured all over. He let out an anguished scream before trying to inch his way forward, unsure of which direction he was moving, before falling over onto the floor as dust and dirt entered his mouth. He was losing his strength as every second passed and his eyes started to shut, as all he could see was his red blood spewing out his body as what could only be described as a deer with the body of the devil approached in a humane yet twisted and utterly impossible manner and with a sinister stare.

The man succumbed shortly thereafter to his wounds. The man was never found, and the only evidence of his experience was his blood, which was spewed all over the place within the forest and was found by a family of four that decided to have a walk and coincidentally came across the horrid sight.

This and a dozen other incidents came to be known as the cases of natural neutralisation," as the people were always killed whilst surrounded by trees, bushes, plants, etc., as well as the fact that the bodies always ended up disappearing with only their blood being left behind as evidence of their horrendous encounters, for which the police unfortunately had no leads as to why it was happening and could only come to the conclusion that a serial killer was on the loose.