The moors were frozen over but that still didn't stop them. We'd find their footprints among the morning frost, ice-slick mostly. Most of us knew better than to follow the trails, knowing they'd only lead us to the waterlogged grounds where they were fond of snatching at unsuspecting idiots.
In all honesty the moors should have been fenced off but some traitor in the council declared the creatures an endangered species and had the whole area signed off as a conservation site. What he didn't declare in all the documents was their food source - humans.
It would have been bad publicity but somehow the loudest voices that disagreed with him often went for walks along the moors and either vanished or turned up piece-by-piece, as the creatures like to do when they are both overfed and bored. Never a good combination.
People might not have minded all too much but those frozen footprints have been spotted heading around town. Just last morning I found a trail of them leading up to my windows and as someone who's unfortunate enough to live in a bungalow, where can I run to if they figure out how to break in?
In all honesty the moors should have been fenced off but some traitor in the council declared the creatures an endangered species and had the whole area signed off as a conservation site. What he didn't declare in all the documents was their food source - humans.
It would have been bad publicity but somehow the loudest voices that disagreed with him often went for walks along the moors and either vanished or turned up piece-by-piece, as the creatures like to do when they are both overfed and bored. Never a good combination.
People might not have minded all too much but those frozen footprints have been spotted heading around town. Just last morning I found a trail of them leading up to my windows and as someone who's unfortunate enough to live in a bungalow, where can I run to if they figure out how to break in?
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