The Crackling Man

Crackle
Unimaginable pain is all the Crackling Man knows. All that I know.
Crackle
These suburbs are new to me, but I've only just moved here. I... I know that I will have to leave this place, after the first few disappearances. People will start to get suspicious. I shift in my spot inside the hedge.
Crackle
I see a man, ahead on the street. He walks in the light of the streetlamps, a swagger to his steps. I... I envy his physique, his frame. My twisted, broken frame is hunched and mottled, only able to shamble and stagger.
Crackle
It... it's late. Midnight, maybe? Time doesn't matter anymore. The streets are empty save for him. He stares down at his phone, oblivious to his surroundings. Good. It's better if they can't see me coming. I don't do well in chases.
Crackle
I shamble towards him, crackling loudly as I go. He has headphones in, he won't hear my crackling until its too late. Crackle crackle crackle...
Crackle
I'm only a few steps behind him now, moving quick. I can see him in more detail, the slight bob of his head to whatever music he is listening to. I... I can make out a string of words on the back of his shirt. Brooksdale High School, it said. He goes to the local high school then.
Crackle
He notices me, all too late. He turns, his face a mixture of terror and shock. He tries to run, to flee, but my twisted, broken arms grab him. I clutch his neck and... I... I twist him.
Crunch
Crackle
His broken, lifeless body falls to the ground, but I'm not done yet. I lift him up and snap him, breaking him, twisting him. When I finish, he's a mangled, broken corpse on the ground, and I stagger, breathing heavily, over him.
Crackle
I pick up his body, heaving it over my uneven shoulders. I can't... can't be wasteful. I still need to eat after all.
Crackle
And I crackle my way back into the woods, with my prize. A shame I couldn't catch any more.
Crackle
Besides, I'll always be back.
Category:Beings
Category:Disappearances
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