Six Sentence Stories #33

In an almost eerie silence, I waited in a dense patch of fog around a small fire. Crickets chirped all around, as I heard something move through the waters nearby. Whatever it was seemed be moving near the surface of the water, instead of stepping through it. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, as I heard a loud groan come from behind me. Grabbing the cold steel of pistol, from my holster I turned forwards the strange groan. I turned off the safety, and waited for the monster of the swamp to appear before me.

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