I don’t know what demon world it came from or what could have made that ungodly terror. It was called Jackal Man. It debuted at a camping ground a man and his wife and children were camping on. It tore them to death, ripped them into bloodied shreds, while they slept in their tent. A day later armed park rangers spotted the Jackal Man, but it slipped away too fast for them to pursue and kill it. Then it mysteriously disappeared into the dense forest and the rangers lost its trail.
It claimed ten other victims after that and evaded capture, as if it vanished into another dimension. It tried to get my sister, Cindy. She heard it barking and howling in the woods behind her house. Cindy is kind of crazy, and lacks the fear that most humans have. She’s only 5’2″ tall, but what she lacks in size, she makes up in courage and cunning.
She peeked outside her bedroom window and saw Jackal Man looking her way. Rather than scream in horror. Cindy grabbed her shotgun and marched out out of her house and into to her backyard. The Jackal Man must have underestimated her because she is so petite and harmless-looking. He charged her howling loud as thunder. Cindy, unnerved, took aim and blasted it in the heart twice. The Jackal Man staggered back a few steps, grabbed its blood-soaked chest, whined, howled one last time, and died.
I forgot to mention, and maybe this sounds unbelievable and crazy, Cindy is a cryptid hunter. She has three kills to date counting Jackal Man, a Dogman, and a Jersey Devil. When asked why Jackal Man was in her backyard? She said, when you start hunting cryptids, they start hunting you.
Bob Boyd