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Richard wasn't sure why, but he always liked the dark.

In the dark, no one could see him. No one could judge him, tell him how ugly he is.

He hated humans.

How judging they were, how they would lie to your face.

They were so flawed yet..So sure they were perfect.

He never thought he was perfect.

That’s why he decided to spend all of his money and settle in a rural area, far from any city

Or town, and purchase a farm, where he would live alone.

At first everything was great. 

The land was fertile, the farm animals he purchased provided everything he needed:

When he did go to the market, they would cover his financial expenses, but would otherwise

Provide him with milk and eggs.

Though one night, when he was sitting on his rocking chair in front of the television

A loud cracking noise disturbed his peace, and once he looked back he noticed a hole in the 

Window.

Apparently, some one tossed a letter attached to a rock and tossed it at the window.

The letter had bold, black capital letters reading:

"LEAVE OR DIE"

Richard hurried to look through the window at the lush forest environment that surrounded

His farm, though the only thing he could see were two shining eyes that looked back at him

From behind a bush, though they were above it, making it seem as if

The eyes were two bulbs of greenish lights with no body to own them.

Due to the height of the eyes, Richard guessed it was the work of some teenage hooligans.

He waved his fist and shouted:

"What do you think you're doing you idiot?! You're going to pay for that!"

Though the unseen figure wasn't startled. The eyes simply disappeared into the darkness.

When morning struck Richard nearly forgot about the entire scene.

Though being the hot headed man he was, he decided that today he will reach even deeper

Into the forest with his cattle.

He returned back home late enough, and decided that he would cook some food and then

Head straight to bed.

The sound of his chickens crying woke him up.

He quickly pushed himself out of bed, and noticed that the hour was roughly 2 AM.

The terrible sound of chickens crying filled the air

Someone, or something was killing his chickens. Someone or something was in his yard.

He grabbed his gun and quickly put on his boots.

Richard turned all the lights on, perhaps trying to scare whatever got into the chicken's

coop. But the chickens kept on crying and making noise, and it drove him angrier and angrier.

He busted the front door open and quickly ran to the coop- Though once he got there he 

Realized it was far too late.

Roughly dozen of his chickens were hanged from the neck to a rope tied to the coop, and their 

Stomach was sliced open.

He would have stayed there and count exactly how many chickens have been slaughtered,

But he heard footsteps coming towards him.

At first he thought about staying and fighting with whatever or whoever did this to his

Chickens, though he then realized that no one man could do this in such a short time.

He quickly began running towards his house, though the footsteps drew closer- Something or

Someone was chasing him, and it gained closer and closer too

When Richard finally reached the door to his house, he could feel the breathe of something 

Touching the back of his neck. He quickly shut the door and locked it tight-

And then moved to scout through the window.

This time two pairs of glowing eyes were looking back at him, taunting him from behind the 

Bushes.

Dread and fear started filling him, though he waved his fists again and shouted at the pair:

"You maniacs! What do you think you're doing?! When I get you, I'll rip off your necks!"

Just as before, the eyes disappeared into the darkness that loomed around the farm.

Richard wasn't sure what was going on, though he agreed that something needed to be done.

Maybe call the police? He wasn't sure. He just knew that someone really wanted him out of

The house.

The following night Richard didn't sleep. The entire house and farm were lit up with lights,

Hopefully scaring off the hooligans.

Richard was sitting on his rocking chair, looking at the television in utter silence. 

The cops said it will take them a day to reach his destination, which at first puzzled him,

Though he had to agree he was pretty far from any civilized area.

He heard a knocking on the door, and quickly ran to open it- Gun at hand.

Though when he opened it, no one was there. Instead- The familiar pairs of eyes were there,

At the edge of the circle of light his farm emitted - Staring at him.

They were more this time, and he counted roughly 36 pairs.

He swore loudly and angrily and loaded his gun, then locked the door and returned to his chair.

Knocking again.

This time he didn't go up, and just allowed the knocking to continue.

Roughly a minute after, more knockings were heard. 

At first at the windows, then at the upper floor of the house.

And then- Everywhere.

There were knockings on every single part of the house, windows, walls, doors. They all made

The same repeated noise, begging Richard..

At an act of rage he got up, opened the door with gun at hand- Though no one was there,

And the knocking had stopped. Instead, the entire front of his house was scratched and cut, with Claw marks decorating the fine wooden surface.

Before the house the rest of his farm animals were scattered.

His goats were beheaded, and their headless bodies were scattered around. The heads were all

Mounted unto pikes that scouted the house and looked directly at Richard.

His cows went through the same ceremony, and the rest of the chickens

Were eerily slaughtered and placed in a circle around the heads.

And then he saw them. The owners of the eyes.

Tall, black figures, with goat skulls covering their heads and blackened goat horns

Decorating the mask. They all looked at him in utter silence, waiting.

Richard didn't wait- He squeezed the trigger of his gun once, releasing a firestorm of pellets

At the figures who quickly began running towards him.

"Fuck!"

He shouted and locked the door behind him, now running to the cellar of the house.

He heard the front door being rammed down by the creatures and quickly locked the cellar door,

Though once he turned around and turned the light on, they were there.

Heads covered the walls, blood smeared everywhere. And the goat men were there, 

Silent as before.

Once Richard locked the door behind him, they silently walked towards him.

His finger wouldn't squeeze the trigger. 

His legs wouldn't move.

The goat men came closer

And whispered to his ear:

"Don't live where death lurks,

Don't laugh where darkness looms,

Don't prosper where the Devil rules"

And then?

Richard's screams filled the silent forest

And darkness ruled once more, forever.