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A Bear With Rabies

 The way the blood dripped from its gaping maul made my skin crawl. I hated hearing the gurgling cries as it limped about, dragging its hind paws behind it. I hid behind a large desk as it shambled past, sniffing around, I suppose for me, but the blood must have been clogging its nose because it didn’t stop where I was, which was good because with the blood pounding in my ears, I couldn’t think straight.

I grabbed my gun, the weapon I’d already tried to off it with, took aim, and as it turned its head to round the corner, I took another shot. This round went right into its eye.

It howled in pain and turned around to run back in my direction. I skirted around the desk and made a beeline for the door.

My shoulder rammed into it, but it didn’t budge. I rammed the door a couple more times, trying the handle, but it was locked.

Panicking, I shot the window out and dove through it.

3 of my 5 bullets were wasted. My ankle was twisted. My heart felt like it was about to explode. But I was out of there. I was finally safe.

I limped through the woods back to my friend’s car.

“Jim! What the hell happened to you?!”

I could barely hear his voice as I collapsed into the passenger seat. 

“Doesn’t matter, man, just get us out of here before that thing gets smart.”

“It chased you into the house?”

I nodded as he cranked the ignition.

“I shot it in the throat and the eye. It didn’t go down.”

“It must have been some type of demon!”

“Or a bear with rabies.”

“Or a bear with rabies.”
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