Bites.

Aiden waded through the thick mud which stuck to his rain boots like honey. His father was right behind him, trudging through the mud that Aiden had already struggled in. His mother had stayed behind in the safety of their real house; She wasn't too fond of bugs, mud, and cabins. Aiden's little sister had also stayed behind. She was too young to go on adventures like this at the age of 4. For the week, Aiden and his father were staying in their usual log cabin in the woods, near a lake they had discovered when Aiden was little. They had built the cabin themselves. Camping was one of Aiden's favorite things to do.

They were going fishing this time around. His father carried the rods, and Aiden carried the bait. A few times along the way, the rods got caught on a tree or a bush. They would stop and untangle them. Once they reached their usual fishing spot, they leaned the rods against a big boulder to their right. Covered in moss and weathered from years of lapping water, the boulder stood tall at a staggering 10 feet. It was wide as well, making for a great table. Surrounding them were trees and bushes, forming a bright green arch over the clearing. To their left was a short metal bench that they used to hold the bait. It was rusted and the corners were rounded after years of wind and rain, but to Aiden it was a great memory after all these years. After they set up their supplies, his father latched the bait onto the hooks. Aiden went first; his father had always insisted on making sure Aiden did it right. When Aiden was younger, he would almost always get the line caught in a tree. After a few more years, he got used to using the right amount of force, and now he's an 11-year-old pro.

There have been many rumors about these woods. Plenty of them involved Bigfoot and all that. But there was one story that stuck with Aiden from when he was 6 years old. This story told that there was a man-mosquito who lived there. It had a huge knife-sharp stinger on its face. It had 2 big arms that were strong enough to crush trucks. It had 2 muscular legs that could stomp out boulders. It had 2 beady red eyes that stared into your very soul. It had 2 long wings that could fly at about 100 miles an hour. This man-mosquito was 13 feet tall. The worst part about this man-mosquito is that it strikes when the prey isn't looking. The only sound you'll be able to hear is the soft beat of the wings of a small mosquito, off in the distance.

Aiden had already caught 4 fish in only 20 minutes. His father started to doze off as he lay on a flat rock a few feet away. Aiden was now alone, and he had gotten tired of fishing. He leaned his rod up against the boulder, then sat on the metal bench. He sat there for a few minutes before everything went black.

It happened very quickly and without warning. It sliced through his chest from behind, dark liquid flying through the air. It came up behind him and stabbed him. It was quick. It was swift. It was quiet. In the distance, he heard a soft *woosh woosh woosh* as he fell to the ground, realizing it wasn't the wooshing of a bird, but the soft beat of a mosquito's wings.