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During the cold winter, my parents decided to leave me at my uncle’s house. They were both busy, and so they needed someone to take care of me. I had never met my uncle before that winter, and my parents rarely spoke of him. All I knew was that he had gone to live in the mountains one day, angry at everyone for something no one dared speak about.
When we arrived, he wasn’t home, but the door was open. We waited for a while, and then my parents had to leave. They left me inside his little home to wait for him and told me to call them whenever he gets back. After they left, I heard a gunshot outside. I quickly ran out to see my uncle, who had just shot a little bear.
“Oh, you came.” - he saw me and said. “Give me a moment and I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping.”
He took a lighter from his pocket and burned the dead little bear. Then, he turned to me and gave a sign to follow him. We got back into the house and he showed me where I’ll be sleeping. After a while, I finally had the courage to ask him:
“Why did you kill the little bear?”
“Pleasure.” - he said shortly.
I could not fall asleep the following night. All I thought about was that poor little bear. My uncle had killed it. Not for food, not because he was forced to, but because he wanted to. I began to understand why he had gone to live in these mountains, why people did not like him. WIth my head still overwhelmed with these thoughts, I finally managed to fall asleep. And then, I heard a gunshot. I thought it was just my imagination at first not being able to forget what happened, but then I heard a scream.
I quickly got outside. It was so dark, I could not see anything. I heard a growl close by. I was trembling in fear and then...I saw him. My uncle was lying on the ground dead. He had been torn to pieces. But how?
While asking myself that question, I heard another growl. This one seemed even closer. I turned around to see a bear. But this bear was not small and seemingly harmless like the one my uncle had killed, it was large and frightening. I began to cry. I expected it to end me, but it did not. It simply turned away and went the other way.
After that experience, I realized that the thought of my uncle being dead wasn’t so scary. Not compared to the thought that, unlike my uncle, who was a human, a person, a simple mountain bear had no interest in killing me because it could. All it cared about was revenge. But my uncle...he killed the poor little bear just because he could, just for pleasure...
planetblox2000 your theme sucks. I hate myself for making this.
During the cold winter, my parents decided to leave me at my uncle’s house. They were both busy, and so they needed someone to take care of me. I had never met my uncle before that winter, and my parents rarely spoke of him. All I knew was that he had gone to live in the mountains one day, angry at everyone for something no one dared speak about.
When we arrived, he wasn’t home, but the door was open. We waited for a while, and then my parents had to leave. They left me inside his little home to wait for him and told me to call them whenever he gets back. After they left, I heard a gunshot outside. I quickly ran out to see my uncle, who had just shot a little bear.
“Oh, you came.” - he saw me and said. “Give me a moment and I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping.”
He took a lighter from his pocket and burned the dead little bear. Then, he turned to me and gave a sign to follow him. We got back into the house and he showed me where I’ll be sleeping. After a while, I finally had the courage to ask him:
“Why did you kill the little bear?”
“Pleasure.” - he said shortly.
I could not fall asleep the following night. All I thought about was that poor little bear. My uncle had killed it. Not for food, not because he was forced to, but because he wanted to. I began to understand why he had gone to live in these mountains, why people did not like him. WIth my head still overwhelmed with these thoughts, I finally managed to fall asleep. And then, I heard a gunshot. I thought it was just my imagination at first not being able to forget what happened, but then I heard a scream.
I quickly got outside. It was so dark, I could not see anything. I heard a growl close by. I was trembling in fear and then...I saw him. My uncle was lying on the ground dead. He had been torn to pieces. But how?
While asking myself that question, I heard another growl. This one seemed even closer. I turned around to see a bear. But this bear was not small and seemingly harmless like the one my uncle had killed, it was large and frightening. I began to cry. I expected it to end me, but it did not. It simply turned away and went the other way.
After that experience, I realized that the thought of my uncle being dead wasn’t so scary. Not compared to the thought that, unlike my uncle, who was a human, a person, a simple mountain bear had no interest in killing me because it could. All it cared about was revenge. But my uncle...he killed the poor little bear just because he could, just for pleasure...
planetblox2000 your theme sucks. I hate myself for making this.
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Great story though xD
otherwise would suck even more heh