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Episode 3: The Night Watch

By Ahmad Hafidz Muzzakky (Hafidz)Published about a month ago 3 min read


Sheriff Mitchell and Deputy Lane were glued to the monitors, their eyes scanning for any sign of movement. The silence in the office was deafening, broken only by the occasional crackle of the radio.

"There! Did you see that?" Lane exclaimed, pointing at the screen where a shadowy figure darted past.

Sheriff Mitchell leaned in closer. "Let's get out there. We need to find out what that is."


Sheriff Mitchell and Deputy Lane navigated through the dense forest, flashlights cutting through the darkness. The air was thick with tension, every rustle and snap making their hearts race.

"Stay close, Lane. We don't know what's out here," Sheriff Mitchell whispered.

They moved deeper into the woods, following the trail of disturbed foliage. Suddenly, a low growl echoed through the trees, sending a chill down their spines.

"Did you hear that?" Lane asked, his voice barely audible.

"Yeah. Stay alert," the Sheriff replied, tightening his grip on his flashlight.


Back in the town square, Sarah, John, and Tommy were restless. The news of the mysterious footprint had spread, and the townsfolk were on edge. Sarah glanced out the window, hoping for a sign that this nightmare would soon be over.

"Mom, do you think Sheriff Mitchell will find anything?" Tommy asked, his eyes wide with fear.

"I hope so, sweetheart. We just have to trust that they're doing everything they can," Sarah said, hugging him tightly.


Sheriff Mitchell and Deputy Lane stumbled upon a clearing, the moonlight casting eerie shadows. In the center of the clearing was a large, ancient-looking stone altar, covered in strange symbols.

"What is this place?" Lane whispered, his flashlight beam trembling.

"I don't know, but it looks like it hasn't been touched in years," Sheriff Mitchell replied, running his fingers over the carvings.

Suddenly, they heard a low, guttural growl behind them. They spun around, flashlights illuminating a massive, shadowy figure lurking at the edge of the clearing. Its eyes glowed a menacing red, and its teeth were bared in a snarl.

"Run!" Sheriff Mitchell shouted, pulling Lane with him as they dashed back into the forest.


Sarah, John, and Tommy were startled by a loud knock at the door. John grabbed a baseball bat and cautiously approached, peeking through the peephole.

"It's Sheriff Mitchell and Deputy Lane!" he exclaimed, opening the door to let them in.

"What's going on, Sheriff?" Sarah asked, her voice trembling.

"We found something in the woods. An altar covered in strange symbols. And we saw... something," Sheriff Mitchell said, panting from the run.

"Something big and dangerous," Deputy Lane added, his face pale.


Sheriff Mitchell gathered the townsfolk in the square, their anxious faces illuminated by torchlight.

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"Everyone, listen up! We found an old altar in the woods, covered in symbols I've never seen before. And there's something out there. Something big," Sheriff Mitchell announced.

"What do we do, Sheriff?" a voice from the crowd called out.

"We need to stay together and keep watch tonight. Whatever's out there, we need to be prepared," the Sheriff replied.


Sarah, John, and Tommy huddled together, listening to the faint sounds of the townsfolk setting up a watch outside.

"Do you think we're safe in here?" Tommy asked, his voice shaking.

"We're safer together," John said, trying to reassure him.


As dawn broke, the townsfolk gathered in the square, exhausted but vigilant. Sheriff Mitchell and Deputy Lane stood by the fire, discussing their next move.

"We need to figure out what those symbols mean. Maybe they'll give us a clue about what's happening," Deputy Lane said.

Sheriff Mitchell nodded. "I'll contact an expert. In the meantime, we need to keep a close watch. We can't let our guard down."


Sarah, John, and Tommy watched the sunrise from their window, hoping that today would bring answers.

"We'll get through this," Sarah said, her voice firm with determination.

"Yeah, we will," John agreed, squeezing her hand.



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Comments (1)

  • Andrea Corwin about a month ago

    The sheriff running cracked me up! The suspense is building....

AHM(Written by Ahmad Hafidz Muzzakky (Hafidz)

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