Rampant destruction of self

A Story by darkabyss

The night was dark, a dreary fog upon the air as I walked the country side trying to enjoy a brisk walk before bed. Of late there have been stories of strange happings across the land. I gave no thought too them for surely they were rubbish.
But on the damn and foggy evening in October I found that I was wrong. As I walked across a lonely cobble stone bridge, the creek beneath trickled and popped as it ran over the rocks and pebbles.
I heard a rustling of to my right through the trees into the forest. I slide my cost to the side and drew my knife in an attempt to be brave. " Who's there?" I called into the darkness. " I have a knife and I'll use it!" I said with a tremble in my voice.
I stepped off the bridge and raised the knife to look like I knew what I was doing. As I took another step something emense growled at me, and behind that earth shaking roar came a figure cloaked and hooded.
It took methodical steps toward me and the ground as well as my resolve shook with every step. My hands quivered as i asked again " who's there's?" With a rasping hiss of a voice came the word " demise " and as the creature ventured closer I could smell the root of decaying flesh.
I dropped the knife is sheet terror as the 7 foot cloaked wolf like creature stalked closer. I tried to run but was entranced by its green yellow eyes.
Before i knew what was happening it was on me devouring my flesh and sticking suckling on soul. I woke the next morning in my house devoid of warmth and spirt. Not gone but no longer there all the same.