
Here's the filtered version, because I have a tendancy to swear in fanfics (lol, yes,). But if you wish to read the 'explicit' version, here's the link:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/61...hings_Out_There
Alright, let's start, shall we? Oh, and this IS a horror story, so don't say I didn't warn you... Tell me what you think:
Something's Out There
I do not own Spyro or any other related characters!
-Here's something you thrill-seekers will enjoy! Just to warn you, if you get too creeped out, there's always the 'Back' button!
It was a miserably hot summer night. Spyro had every fan in his house set on 'HIGH', but it still wasn't doing any good. Hunter, Elora, Bianca, the Professor, and Moneybags were all over at Spyro's house. Spyro didn't even know why they were there, and he figured neither did they.
"So... Why are you here again?" He asked them.
"We don't have air conditioners at our houses!" Hunter answered.
"Well neither do I!" Spyro said, unbelievably uncomfortable from the heat. All of a sudden, there was deep rumbling outside. The whole house shook, the windows rattled as if there was an earthquake.
"Thunder," Elora suggested, trying to calm everyone down.
"Great... It's going to rain! And we walked over here," Bianca whined while staring out the window. The street lamps flickered, and there was a flash of lightning that streaked over the house.
"AHH!" She screamed and ran to hide behind the couch.
"Calm down, it's just lightning," Spyro snickered. The rain started to beat down hard overhead on the roof, and before they knew it the power completely shut off.
"Oh my God!" Elora yelped. The pitch black room grew awfully humid, and they could only see when a flash of lightning lit up the room.
"I'll go see if the generator is working," Spyro said calmly, but he was more nervous than he ever was. He made his way over to the basement steps and carefully walked down them, one by one. The steps creaked loudly, and he was scaring himself all the while more.
'Okay Spyro... Find the generator... Turn it on...' He said in his head and reached the bottom of the stairs, shaking a little. A flicker of bright, blinding lightning flew across the sky, and Spyro saw the old rusted generator. He walked blindly toward it, and reached his hand out to grab a hold of the lever. As he switched it on, there were sparks of electricity and the circuits fried.
"**** it!" Spyro said under his breath and turned around to head up the stairs again. When he made it to the top, he opened the front door to go outside. As soon as he stepped one foot outside, a gush of wind about blew him off his feet. When he steadied himself, he made his way around the perimeter of the house.
A huge tree branch snapped off above him and flew away like a feather. While Spyro searched for the backup circuit, he noticed something bright yellow glowing off in the distance.
'Probably just a street light,' he thought, and continued looking.
'Where is it?' Spyro said to himself. He finally found the metal box, opened it up, and started messing with some wires. While he picked up a red one, he noticed the same glowing yellow again, but this time it was closer to him. Spyro thought nothing of it.
"Ah, there's the problem!" He said and saw a fried circuit, still glowing orange. He connected the wire again, and the electricity turned back on in the house. Spyro sighed in triumph, and turned to walk back to the door.
Through the down-pouring rain, he saw the yellow glow again, but now he saw that there were two glows. With black slits in the middle. They were eyes, and as soon as Spyro realized this, he backed up and took off in the wet grass. He didn't get far.
Something grabbed his leg and made him plummet to the ground. He kicked and struggled to get away, flapping his wings violently. There was a menacing growl that filled the air. Spyro kicked it with all of his might, and with that it hissed viciously and snapped at him. Spyro managed to get away and started running as fast as he could toward the back door. While running, he turned his head back, only to see the two yellow eyes fastly approaching him.
Through a flare of lightning, he saw the most gruesome and terrifying creature he has ever seen. It was completely pitch black in color, and appeared wolf-like, yet it had wings. Spyro saw that its feet had chef knife-like claws. Its dagger-like teeth glissened. Spyro could have sworn it cracked a huge grin, its tongue snake-like and flickering. There was a very loud odd hyena-ish laughter, which creeped him out even more. Spyro reached the door and slid on the slick concrete patio. He grabbed a hold of the door handle and tugged. It was locked.
"Figures!" Spyro growled and dashed for the other side of the house. Hearing more laughter coming closer and closer behind him, Spyro tried to run faster, but was unable to outrun it. With a menacing growl/hiss, it lept into the air and jumped on top of him. It snapped its jaws, trying to take a hold of his neck. Spyro struggled, and it swiped its claws across his face.
"Ow!" Spyro shouted. Suddenly he felt sharp pains in his neck. The sky was lit with lightning, and he saw that the creature was thrashing his throat around. Blood trickled onto the wet grass. There was a crack of thunder, and he saw no more.