Creepypasta Collection Book 1

Fast Enough

I ran down the block - just as fast as my legs could possibly take me. And as I move into a full on sprint, so does the beast. It's amazing how the street of a seemingly ordinary residential neighborhood can transform into, what feels like an endless stretch of road under the right circumstances. My heart is beating out of my chest, and I don't know if it's from fatigue or panic.

The dog is massive, 150 pounds easily. As it snarls mid gallop, I can see its horrible teeth. Teeth designed for ripping apart and tearing into flesh, teeth that it has every intention of using. I'm moving faster now than I've ever moved in my life. Terror is an unbelievable motivator.

I grit my teeth and try to force myself to speed up even more, but deep down I know that I won't be fast enough. The beast is too quick and I'll never catch it. Not before it gets to my three-year-old son in the driveway.