's 2018 Horror Write-off:

The Gang

Submitted by Lycandelphinid

I was finally caught.

They didn't even know my name, nor did they care.

They just called me Mothman.

They were going to kill me, just like they killed old Farmer Frank.

They sicced their huge, vicious canine on him. The vile beast then ate the body, all of it, even the bones.

They had me now, all tied up.

The hateful hound stayed close, slobbering. Even after it had devoured the farmer it was still ravenous, hoping its master would give it leave to feed again.

I knew what was coming next. I saw it happen to others. To the being they called Chupcabra.

The police came up to us, congratulated the group that caught me.

The musclebound jock moved over to me.

I saw the witch murmuring, casting her foul magic.

I felt my flesh warp, my head shifting as it rearranged itself.

I felt the outer part of my head slough off like a cast-off shell.

It was still painful when the jock ripped my head off.

Revealing the new head underneath.

Although I couldn't see myself, I could tell from their exclamations that I now looked like Farmer Frank.

As I struggled to deal with unfamiliar sensory organs, the group prattled on how they figured out who it was.

The witch continued working her foul magicks on me.

Soon the police would find a naked old human within the shell of my former body.

I was suddenly gripped by an invisible force.

I realized the psychic girl was staring at me.

I felt her power move my muscles and jaw, manipulate my vocal cords.

I saw her silently mouth the words I blurted out.

"And I would've gotten away with it too, if it weren't for you meddling kids!"