April 16th

Point Pleseant, West Virginia, 1967

Day 3 Before the bridge crash.

"I HAVE BEEN SEEING HIM! HE'S GIVING A SIGN!" Joseph yelled out to his wife, trying to say he is not lying.

"Honey... take some pills... please...." Katrina said softly.

"HE IS WARNING US! I-I- KNOW! I EVEN HAVE FILM OF IT!"

"Its probably just the ravens, maybe a lot of them..."

"ITS REAL I KNOW!" He kept yelling.

"Just calm down... go to bed honey." She said turning off the light.

Joseph looked out, the creature, and its red eyes, flickering of its blinking. Flying out of their property.

April 18th

Day 1 Before the bridge crash, 1967

Joseph was walking on the woods trail by the bridge and by the river, just walking to calm himself down. "I know its real... Something... bad is about.... to-" Until then, he saw the monster, under the bridge, up floating, flying.

"I-it cant be!" He froze, like a cube in Antartica, he could not move. Its eyes gleamed, back at his body. He was thinking that his eyes, was the sign of the devil.

Then it flew away, unfreezing Joesph.

April 19th

Day of crash, 1 hour before crash. 1967

Another walk on the path,

It. Was. There.

The creature, eyes even brighter, like a red siren from a firetruck.

"YOU!" Joesph yelled at it. "GIVING US WARNINGS OF THE COLLAPSE!"

The beast responded "It..... Will... Collapse in.... 5 minutes."

Joseph's nerve system felt a spikey edge, like he was going to faint. He had to warn of everyone, but the beast froze him in tracks with the red eyes.

"Now, 30 seconds." The beast's eyes, grew more red, like a strobe light.

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*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMCURACKWUAIBFOAIOOHEIUEHUIFHABERFGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH*

Joesph could not believe his eyes. A bridge, in a very small town, collapsed.

Now its going to be famous.

He did not want all of that, because he was hunted down by the millitary because they think he was the cause of TNT site to be abandoned.

April 20th

Day after the crash 1967.

In the office, quiet, table, glass of water, thats all.

A worker came in, now about to ask why.

"Joesph... Why did you do it?" The worker asked.

"I didn't do it, the beast... he did it." Joseph answered.

The worker sighed. "Calm down with your illusions, tell us. We we're hunting you down for a good reason. You also got to tell us why that site was abandoned.

"No."

"He's not going to tell us. Throw him in the cell."

Throwing him in the cell, in orange clothing, with a window, dirty toilet, and two bunkers, he looked out the jail window, the creature was there. He was wanting to thank it, yet punch it in the face, but he gave it a wink, for warning him. Smiling out, he didn't care about jail, he cared that Mothman warned him.

666 Sightings of Bigfoot

By Coda.

So, when was the 666th sighting of Bigfoot? Bigfoot was not made by the devil, it was made by god. But when was its 666th sighting? Truly has to be intresting here.

Friday, September 13th

2013

Driving down the country road, between the fence and corn field. John Arcken with his shotgun, in case if a bear attacks him.

But this was going to be no bear, nor average Sasquatch.

This was going to be a DevilSquatch.

A sasquatch that is 11 feet tall to 20 feet tall, very rarely seen, only on 13th days of Fridays or 666th sighting, but the power was combined. The squatch he was about to see, was like no other.

The phone rang, Who would that be? Probably Serena... he thought.

He picked up the phone, nope. Just his good old friend, Zack Lackkerson.

"Hey Zack" John answered

"Hey, just got back from work. Wanna go to the field and do some chores?" Zack asked

Well, work had to be done. John answered "Okay, i'm fine with that."

Driving down to his green and white garage, locking his 2005 Chevy Silverado, by his plain ol' green and white house, in a corn field, by some giant sprinkler. Makes sense now doesn't it?

Zack saw John come up from the dirt drive way, John was standing there waiting for his old 1998 Dodge Ram truck, quite slow and had low miles per gallon.

As he finally came up Zack exited his car. "Alright, ready to start?" John asked

"Yep, how about you clean the kitchen and I will fix the field?" Zack suggested.

"You insane? Kitchen duty is on you! You're the expert on that?" John chuckled "But alright, you done kitchen duty too much, and I will do it this time."

"I've always wanted to mow the fields anyway! Thank you, finally!" Zack said, being sarcastic.

As they headed to do the chores, John was in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes, and looking out the window, watching Zack clean the field. He suddenly heard a knock on the door. Who was it? Was he already done? No, Zack was still out there. Probably some girl scouts, can't be Serena.... Unless she got fired finally. He walked to the old wooden door and looked out through the peek-hole, no one. Was the person small? He crouched down and checked the second peek-hole, still no one. Was that the branches? Probably so, or maybe some hard corn from the mower threw at the door. John walked back to the sink to clean the dishes.

Zack's job was very loud, the mower was huge, you probably know how huge it is...

Tons of corn-stalks flying like crazy over by the doors, flying like popcorn being mixed by a ol' lady!

He suddenly saw something red in the woods, the heck was that? He noticed that it had horns... Has his nightmare come to Earth? He stopped the mower and called John.

"Hey John."

"Why did you stop the mower?!" John asked

"I see something red out in the woods, its got fur and it has horns, and I think its from 18 to 20 feet. About the size of 2 regular sasquatches."

"Dang man! Do you have your sniper rifile?"

Zack looked for his sniper rifile in the gun holder, he happened too.

"Yep, I do!" Zack answered, he opened the right door, rolled the window down slowly, and put his eye on the scope "I'm right there on the seat, quickscoping, should I shoot it? Or throw something at it?" Zack asked

"Just shoot it! Maybe we can make money by this! Finally pay our bills and even get a good new farm-house! Or maybe some guns!" John yelled on the speaker phone.

Zack put his aim through. He slowly pulled the trigger, and the bullet went to the Devilsquatch, didn't do anything.

"It didn't die!" Zack yelled

"I think the sniper rifile is getting old, get on ground and get a shot gun and two pistols! Put the sniper gun on your back in case if it ever gets away!" John told him.

Zack got off the mower.

Walked closer to the beast.

It stood, staring at him, its red demonic horns, lighting like fire, the face, black with gleaming red eyes, huge sholders with ebon black fur, and dark red hands, stood there like it was waiting, and waiting.

"What the ## is it doin' standing there?!" John yelled out on the phone, watching from his front door.

Zack had suddenly his nerves stopped, he felt like he couldn't move, he could only move his head and mouth and hands.

"I can't move!" Zack yelled out to the phone, holding it at his lower waste since his nerves for his arms were frozen like time.

"You seek the legend, the legend, now more powerful." The beast said, loud that even John could hear it.

"Is this not your average daily sasquatch or is it just a prankster?!" Zack asked on the phone

"I believe it is, I heard that it was the Devilsquatch, 11 to 20 feet long, horns as long as

4 soda cans, and a very imtimitading face, by golly it has powers that could even kill someone." John answered, now afraid.

Zack said "Call the police. Maybe even the millitary..."

"Aight, I will."

As John headed to the phone line, he called 911.

"Hello, this is 911, whats your emergency?" The worker asked over the phone

"Hi, we have a something mysterious out in the woods, its frozen my friend, we think its a Sasquatch, but even more terryfiying."

"Can you tell me what it looks like?"

"Sure, it has red horns of about 4 soda cans, it has black fur like a gorilla, it has a leathery like face thats dark red, like the Sasquatch, and the one we are looking at is either from 18 feet to 20 feet long, I do not know how big its feet are, but I am sure it is huge. We are thinking its the legendary Devilsquatch." John answered.

"Alright, i'll send a few officers over, they'll ring the siren since your friend is frozen." The worker said.

"Thanks, glad you helped me and my friend."

He put the phone out.

3 Minutes later the officers came, in 3 police cars.

John walked over to the end of the driveway to see the officers.

"Hi, i'm Officer Smith, and uh I heard that there was this 'Devilsquatch'? I have heard of the legend, can you show me where it stands?"

John pointed to where it was standing.

"Why is there a person staring at it?"

"Well my friend was chopping the cornfield with the mower, and I was washing the dishes, doing some chores and all that, but then he noticed something while in the mower, a big black creature, half the size of the mower. He had some guns in the mower just in case if any bear, cougar, or any attacker comes up to him." He paused. "And it froze him, he could only move his head, mouth, and hands."

Officer Smith looked at the creature from the corn fields "Dang... very imtimitdating, well we will do our best... We have guns prepared for this and we have our tanks with us."

"You do? How are you prepared of this?" John was surprised, in a small town, of Colorado, how could they be prepared?

Just your average December, 2013 in fact. Jake Smith was so excited for Christmas, he was about to get his favorite Nerf gun of all time: Rough Cut

It was like the KSG in Call Of Duty: Black Ops II, he thought to himself.

But what he may not have his Christmas, he may have 13 days of terror.

On Monday, December 2nd, things in Middle School were average, 3 classes with no homework turned in, 2 classes got in trouble in, just his normal average days: Until his Princinpl came in, at 7th peirod.

"Mr Smith, come see me at my office, thank you." 

"##!" He said to himself "I'm in trouble... Now i'm not gonna get that gun!"

(to be continued)