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Rated: 18+ · Campfire Creative · Short Story · Horror/Scary · #1848708
This was written for a school report a few halloweens ago. I hate writing short stories.
[Introduction]
The Ugly Feral Child


America. What a wonderful country. What a wonderful name. We live in a great nation, no doubt. However, I have a feeling as the narrator that we have only become so great because the people who created the policies of our nation were savant-level geniuses. Now that we have less savants living in America and more people with levels of mental deficiencies and retardations that will somehow lower America from the greatness it has achieved, we will have more stupid people. Don’t believe me? Here’s a series of newspaper articles I have read recently.
The place was northeast of Delmont, Pennsylvania. Two girls were walking home from school one day. They were as happy as can be, at least as happy as one could be at the end of the day. Bethany and Dolores then looked down at the base of a stop sign for some reason. And, they saw it. Bethany shrieked when she saw it. Dolores gasped, then said “Aww, and where are your parents, little one?” when she saw it.
The thing obviously was not human. However, it was bipedal and the size of a three-year-old, in Dolores’ defense. It was a male creature. Its entire body was covered in fur. The face was even barely human. The face was carnation pink, with piercingly red eyes, and protruding teeth. Its fur was raven black.
The thing opened its mouth. It made a cawing sound, similar to a raven’s crow. At this point, Bethany and Dolores were stunned. They decided to take the thing to Dolores’ house. If anyone would know what to do in this situation, it would be Dolores’ mother. They both took one of the creature’s two hands. And, then, they walked it to Dolores’ house.
After an hour of walking, the girls got to Dolores’ house. Once inside, the creature was cawing and bouncing of the walls. Dolores’ mother looked at the creature and felt sympathetic. “This is obviously a feral child. He was either abandoned by alcoholic parents, or it ran away from abusive parents. After that, whatever situation it was, the poor child found some animal herd or animal, and adopted it or them as permanent foster parents. In his case, I think he chose an unkindness of ravens. However, in other words, I think he was raised by ravens.” Said Dolores’ mother.
The girls nodded understanding what Dolores’ mother said. “Now, I also think I know whose child this is. It is the kid of the Horton’s. I knew that they would do this to one of their many babies. I just knew it. So, the kid will stay with us for a few days, while I press charges against the Horton’s.” She continued. Dolores understood immediately. Bethany didn’t know how to react, but, she nodded in agreement.
The Horton’s were arrested on child abuse charges the next day. Their 15 children were all relocated. Within a week, the Horton’s were found guilty of child neglect and abuse and sentenced to 28 years to life in prison. Dolores’ mother was content. She raced home within the hour of the sentencing. However, when she arrived home, there was a tragic scene. Her house, as well as seventeen other houses, had been set on fire. Every homeowner lost everything. Twenty people, including Dolores, who was too young to be a spectator, so, she stayed home to watch the feral child, were dead, skeletonized by the time the fire department got there. The thing was nowhere to be found.
Six months later, a man who did not live in Delmont, and so was oblivious to the court case, entered the town. As he drove closer to Magnolia Drive, he saw the thing. Thinking it was a little person whose car broke down and needed a ride to get to an AAA, he pulled over. “Need a lift?” he asked the thing. The thing cawed. “Hop in!” replied the man, taking it to mean yes. The thing hopped into the car.
The man was driving through Delmont. But, he was still a little worried about something. He couldn’t shake the uneasiness about something. He didn’t know what was causing the anxiety. He tried to determine the cause of the anxiety. He just tried. But, he couldn’t shake it.
He looked into the mirror. He looked at the thing. And, automatically, he realized that the thing wasn’t human. He was about to pass out because of shock. He put his foot on the brake. And, then, he turned around.
He looked again. The thing that was recognized as a feral child yet probably wasn’t was rolling down the window. It cawed, and then, from its lips, came a demonic laugh. The man turned back around, horrified. He then took a long, bated sigh-like breath.
Again, he turned around and took a closer look. As he turned around, he heard a click. The thing had unbuckled its seatbelt. It cawed again, and continued rolling down the window. Then, the window was completely down. The impish little humanoid critter that many people thought was a three-year-old feral child but wasn’t then climbed up onto the car handle, turned toward the man, cawed, laughed demonically, and jumped out the window.
The man turned his head to the right. He saw a SUV headed towards the car. It was too late to start driving again. So, the man screamed. And, the SUV struck the car. The SUV hit the back of the car so hard that it flipped the car. The car was flipped, and the Thunderbird landed on a Hyundai Sonata. Both the man and the driver of the other car were killed instantly.
The police came immediately after that 911 call. The bodies and the cars were towed off. The police couldn’t get much out the SUV driver. The SUV was too drunk to say what exactly happened. So, the police turned to the thing. The thing clearly did not want to talk to the police. It ran off when approached. The police tried to outrun it both on foot and in cars. However, that thing was a speedy little devil. It outran the police, even the car-cops and the motorcycle cops.
So, now the thing was wanted. And, because the people of Delmont were too gullible to realize that this thing wasn’t even human, the wanted poster read “The Ugly Feral Child”.
But, either way, the thing was now somehow in Pittsburgh. One day, or one night, to be specific, a woman was walking home from school. It was in East Liberty at around 10:30 pm. The woman was tired. So, she looked down. And, there this thing lay. It stared up at her with its piercing red eyes. Being Catholic and the impish, demonic appearance of the thing convinced the woman that the thing was a demon.
The woman was obviously horrified. She turned to run from it. And, run she did. She ran like the wind. She also screamed. As she ran, a man grabbed the woman.
The next day, the woman was found dead. And, of course, the little thing was sitting next to her. The police arrested the thing on (false) murder charges. The thing was sent to jail, court, and prison. All three of the buildings were all condemned, set ablaze, or damaged recently. Some people think that those events and the thing were just coincidence. But, the brighter ones think that the creature was jinxed from the start.

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