Yeti

I’d pushed my luck. I knew I had the moment I climbed the last ledge before the top of the snow-covered mountain. The wind was a full-force gale, blowing the snow like pieces of sand in a sandstorm. It had steadily been getting stronger and louder the closer I got to the tip of Mount Muenster.

Standing there, teetering on the edge of the monstrous mountain, I felt an evil, omnipresent being staring at me from an unknown location. Looking around me, I searched for who or what may be watching me but could detect nothing.

The brutal winds made my eyes tear up, and my extremities began to freeze, even with my protective gear. I decided I’d gone far enough, so I began to turn around to go back down to a safer level of the mountain. The wind must have picked up because they suddenly got very loud, but they did not seem to be blowing differently than a moment before.

Freezing, I stopped and listened. The roar was coming from behind me, by the ledge I had just crawled away from, and I was now turning back towards to go back down the mountain.

As I turned completely around, I realized why the mountain was called Muenster, and it wasn’t for the cheese, for there stood the most enormous, hairiest creature I'd ever seen. As it reached towards me with its many-fingered hand to draw me towards its death's door of a mouth, I’d only one thought….