It all happened on the night of July 12th, 1984. A couple of pals and I were just cruising around town in my dads Trans Am and drinking some beer when we hit that thing. 

Earl screamed “Holy hell!!! What was that?!?!” right into my ear, which then caused me the swerve and slam into the tree. We all got out as quick as we could. We probably looked liked clowns coming out of a little car.
The passenger’s door in the front was clamped shut because of the crash and my side of the car was wedged between itself and a tree. So we all had to get out form the left back seat.

By that time an old lady had come out of her house, all wrapped up in a robe. She looked at Jimmy and asked “Are you boys alright? Should I call the cops?” All Jimmy could get out of his mouth were a few mumbled words and then he pointed behind the little old lady. 

Rising up from behind the old lady was the most hideous, ugliest looking thing I had ever seen. It was about 12 feet tall and covered in slime. The giant thing had 4 arms on both sides of it and two snapping mandibles dripping with spit and mucus. It took one look at the old lady before it ripped her head clean off with one bite.

By that time all four of us had gotten out and we just stared in complete and utter horror as this giant creature thing devoured this little old lady. Randal took a few steps back before he said “Man, screw this! I’m not going to die for nothing!” then he bolted in the direction of the gas station about four miles away.

I looked over at Jimmy and Earl as they got closer to the old lady’s car. “What are you guys doing?” I asked. “Getting the hell out of here!” Earl snapped back. I nodded then ran towards them. Jimmy tried the door but it was locked, he looked towards Earl for support. 

“Break the window!” I screeched. I pulled my sleeve over my fist as I repeatedly slammed it into the tinted glass. Finally it shattered but it had also alerted the giant creature that we were still there. It slowly turned its head towards Jimmy then opened its mouth and let out a deep, unholy growl. The other windows of the car exploded in shards of glass cutting up our faces.
I ripped open the door and threw myself inside while yelling 
“Get in, Get in!” Earl quickly got his door open and got in while Jimmy fumbled around with his lock and handle. After a few seconds of trail and error he had finally gotten the door open and jumped head first into the back seat of the car. But by that time the creature had closed in and was about seven feet away from the car.

It extended with its big long arm and gripped Jimmy by his ankle, not lessening its grip a bit. Earl yelled another drunken yell and I started the car. Quickly I slammed the car into reverse, thus tearing Jimmy out of the back seat. Then I lined the beast up with the car and put the pedal to the metal.

The Oldsmobile’s tires spun in the mud then lurched the car forward into the terror of the night. It threw Jimmy across the old lady’s yard and into a trash can. From all the noise that was being made it finally woke up a man four house’s down. He busted out with his double barreled shotgun at the ready.
“What in the hell are you dumb kids doing!?” the man yelled. I drove around to Jimmy and told him to get in. once he got in we sped away towards the direction Randal. 
In the car radio was an 8-track. Earl looked at it and slowly read “Bruce Cockburn and the Faithful, shiiit man. More like Bruce Idontcare and the Brainwashed.” Earl then pulled out Slayer’s Show No Mercy. “Now this, this is so real music!” We were speeding towards town when we saw Randal on the side of the road. I quickly came to a stop and hopped out. Earl and Jimmy stayed in the car head banging along to Black Magic. As I approached Randal I called his name. No answer, so I called his name again. 

Then that is when I noticed that smell. You know that smell of a dead deer on the side of the road. In the back of Randal’s head was a tree limb about three feet long and half an inch long. It was cracked at one end and fashioned into a spear of sorts. I looked around into the woods around the road and didn’t see a thing. Then I just ran straight towards the car and drove towards the gun shop.

“Where is Randal?” asked Jimmy. “Dead” I said as calm as I could. I saw a black thing fly across the sky so I sped up even more. Jimmy let out a puff of air and leaned back into his seat. After thirty minutes of driving and fear and having Slayer scream even more into the air we had made it to the gun shop. 
Billy Joe, the owner had told me where he hid the key just incase the Reds might just attack. Thank god for paranoid people. As we pulled up I turned off the 8-track and took some nice, long deep breathes. 

“Ok guys, here is the plan. On three we are going to get out and run towards that door.” I said as I pointed to the back door of the gun shop. “After I get the key and unlock the door, we grab as much .22 shells as we can then we each get one ourselves. Sound good?” “Yea sure, whatever.” Earl said. “One…..Two…….THREE!!!!” I kicked open my door and sprinted towards the door. I looked around trying to remember where Billy had told me where he hid the key. When it dawned on me that he said he never locks it. **BAM**The door was kicked open by Jimmy and I. We filed in one by one, each taking a look around. Jimmy was the first to see it. 

“LOOK!!! We could so use that.” He was pointing at a military issue M-60 machine gun that Billy Joe must have special ordered for someone. Jimmy walked up to it and hefted it up on to his shoulders. He cocked it at an angle then snickered “What’cha think ‘bout this?” he asked

“I think that you shoulddd lert a reeal mann hollld that.” Earl slurred. He stumbled up to Jimmy and then ripped it out of his hands. Earl was so drunk by that time the gun dropped straight to the floor with a loud crash. Suddenly a loud thud was heard on the roof. It scared me so much that I jumped back into the wall behind me. Crunch, Crunch, Crunch was heard along the roof. I looked over to Jimmy, pointed at the M-60 then I pointed repeatedly to the ceiling.
Jimmy gave a quick nod then looked around for a belt of ammunition.
He spotted the dirty brass belts in the dark corner of the room. Jimmy scrambled over to them and then brought them over to the gun. “Ok, so do any of you know how to do this?” I asked. “I dun knew.” Earl mumbled. “I’ll just go over and get a shutgin. That there is what I knew how to handleee” He then walked into the front of the store looking for a gun.

Jimmy looked at Earl like he was retarded then he looked at me. “I think I know how to work this. I just watched First Blood last night so I think I can do it.” He slowly with trembling hands opened the clasp and placed the third round into the designated slit. He then closed the clasp and pulled back the primer. It kicked back with a satisfying **plink** “Ha ha, Way to go man. You just saved us!” I yelled while I slapped Jimmy on his back. Earl then came back into the back room with two shotguns strapped to his back and a AR-15 in his hands.
“I think that I’m readyy.” Earl said just before he fell over drunk.