text: It was spring on the farm when all the craziness started. Rob just couldn't figure out how it was happening. He had installed CCTV, extra scarecrows, he and his dog had even stayed out on the porch all night listening out for any peculiar happenings. Yet the events still took place. He was loosing out on money fast, and his sanity. Every morning without fail, Rob would amble out to his yard, he would fed his chickens and pigs, turn hay out for the horses and let them out into the field for the day. He and his faithful dog, Pip would then make their way around the fences of the fields, checking for damages, or escapees. The new lambs would often tumble into little ditches or holes around the edge and get stuck. The first day it happened, Rob was rooted to the ground with shock. How could anyone do this? He had made his daily rounds with Pip, and just as he was finishing up, Pip had sensed something and ran off to explore. Rob heard her bark, and then whimpering. Thinking she had caught herself on some stray fence wire, Rob rushed over. There, lay on the grass, or should i say strewn about on the grass, was a pile of lambs. all dead. All with their inside trailing about around them. Their eyes were all removed and also in a pile next to them. The smell was horrendous, how could they smell so bad so quickly!? This was not done by an animal that was clear. This event kept happening, no matter how much Rob installed extra security measures, different animals repeated to turn up dead, their insides and eyes removed and piled up neatly next to them. He even went to the extreme of locking up all his animals in one barn, including the sheep! It was a squeeze but he needed to save them somehow, he had a farm to run and his animals kept being slaughtered. Even the attempt at locking them in the barn didn't work, Rob had fallen asleep on the porch whilst on guard, and woken up to his livestock wandering around his yard. Someone had let them out. They had smashed the lock on the barn and released them. The mortality rate rose. He found cows this time. Dragged around the back of the barn, each limb had been dismembered and a cross had been painted on their carcus. That night he had reached his peak of patience, he was scared of who was doing this, clearly they were not in the right mind. He reached out to a couple of his neighbours, who also had farms nearby. They had not been affected like this. They all agreed to come and guard Robs farm that night, to take it in turns. That way they could catch this horrific troublemaker and hand him over to the police. That evening, all on the porch with their dogs and guns, they waited. They watched the CCTV off a laptop they had brought with them. They also took shifts doing a perimeter check. Checking the locks on all the animals, checking the fences ect. It was 2.15am when it happened. There was a almighty bang. Waking the farmers and their dogs, they shot bolt upright listening out for anything else. They were scared. Out in the middle of nowhere with a crazy person wanting to kill their animals, obviously armed ready to dismember more livestock. Rob and his friends, loaded their guns and spread out around the farm searching and checking. Michael saw IT first. He had headed over to the chicken coops to check on them as they were making an almighty din. The lock was broken off. the door had been torn off its hinges. He shone his torch around inside. Feathers everywhere. He counted. SHIT. 4 chickens short. As he turned, he saw it. Jesus H Christ this thing must of been about 10 foot tall!! Towering over Michael as he stood there. He was ashamed to admit it but he pissed himself then and there. Rooted to the spot, he couldn't even move his arms to aim his gun, he felt like he was paralysed. It's red eyes staring. Just staring. It tilted its head almost in a confused way, trying to figure out who Michael was and why was he stood there. It was shaped like a human but definitely not. Its hands.. they weren't hands... they were weapons.. almost like knives. That's how it had cut all the animals up so precisely. It had skin like features for some of its body, and hair or fur in other parts. It grunted as it realised Michael was eyeing it up, The thing turned it's back. It was going to leave! and Michael couldn't move to stop it. BANG. It fell to the floor with an almighty thud, Shaking the chicken house Michael was stood in. Sending chickens and their feathers flying everywhere. There, on the other side of this hellish creature was Rob, and the rest of his friends. They had shot it. They had finally shot it. IT being they still had no idea, it was sort of humanoid, sort of animal, with knife like hands?? What in the world was this monstrosity?? They decided to keep it between them. They still had no idea why it had piled up limbs and eyes in neat piles and left them. Why did it not eat them? Why had it used paint on some of the animals? What was its purpose. It obviously had a complex brain to form decisions. The group of farmers did not want a whole shit show to go down with the press involved, trampling all over private land trying to get a glimpse of what it was, what had happened. So none of them spoke of this again, They dismembered the creature, and spread its part out all over their farms, Ironic really. Payback almost. Robs animals stopped dying. The chickens had starting laying their eggs again. He would have to wait until next year for more lambs to be born, but at least they were safe now.