Lore of the Anthropophagus
The Anthropophagus is widely known throughout the small town of Ranis. Besides the basic wiki entry and common stories, Ranis has a story held closely to their town. Why you may ask? Because the story states it happened within its boarders. This story is claimed to be true, supposedly a retelling by the victim's spirit.
.:La Noche de la Sangre:.
.:The Night of blood:.
Thunder roared in the distance, filling the world with its angry cries. Rain crashed down on the ground in an endless down pour. In a moment of the thunder's absence, a chilling screech filled the air. It was closer. Breathing raggedly and shakily, a boy ran for his life. Crack! Another thunder strike, followed by another screech. Even closer. It was as if he couldn't out run it, the horrible thought caused his heart to drop to his stomach. He shook his head to clear thoughts of not making it out alive, he would survive... he had to survive. Not only could he hear the beast screeching, but he could hear the sound of it's feet slamming on the floor. It was so close he could smell it now, the stench of caked blood and rotten flesh. He skidded to a halt, his face almost slamming into a tree. Had he been so focused on the distance between him and the beast that he had ignored his surroundings? The answer didn't matter... if he thought the smell was strong before, it was absolutely wretched now. Huff huff. Huff huff. Sniff. Huff huff. Huff huff. The pattern of heavy breathing was the only thing that the boy and the beast shared. As he turned around, he knew that he wouldn't make it out alive. He stared at the beast. Its claws were long, razor sharp, and caked in blood. Its teeth the same save for the small difference of flesh stuck between each tooth. The beast stared at him, breathing. It didn't move a muscle and neither did the boy. He knew the moment the beast was about to kill him, he could see it in the beast's eyes. It was hungry, it was mad, and it would feast.
Thunder roared in the distance, filling the world with its angry cries. Rain crashed down on the ground in an endless down pour. In a moment of the thunder's absence, a chilling screech filled the air. It was closer. Breathing raggedly and shakily, a boy ran for his life. Crack! Another thunder strike, followed by another screech. Even closer. It was as if he couldn't out run it, the horrible thought caused his heart to drop to his stomach. He shook his head to clear thoughts of not making it out alive, he would survive... he had to survive. Not only could he hear the beast screeching, but he could hear the sound of it's feet slamming on the floor. It was so close he could smell it now, the stench of caked blood and rotten flesh. He skidded to a halt, his face almost slamming into a tree. Had he been so focused on the distance between him and the beast that he had ignored his surroundings? The answer didn't matter... if he thought the smell was strong before, it was absolutely wretched now. Huff huff. Huff huff. Sniff. Huff huff. Huff huff. The pattern of heavy breathing was the only thing that the boy and the beast shared. As he turned around, he knew that he wouldn't make it out alive. He stared at the beast. Its claws were long, razor sharp, and caked in blood. Its teeth the same save for the small difference of flesh stuck between each tooth. The beast stared at him, breathing. It didn't move a muscle and neither did the boy. He knew the moment the beast was about to kill him, he could see it in the beast's eyes. It was hungry, it was mad, and it would feast.
Date of First Recording
1920
Date of Setting
1918
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