The Beast of Montenegro

“She’s been dead for hundreds of years, you know,” said the girl.

“She’s long gone,” said the second girl. “Why should I be afraid? They are just stories, nothing more. Adults like scaring us, but they are not true.”

“You should be very afraid,” said the boy. “She’s been haunting this place for an eternity, and will continue to do so. Don’t instigate her.”

“My mother told me to never come here,” said the second girl.

“Do you always do what your mother tells you to?” brickbat the boy.

“Maybe, she’s afraid,” said the first girl. “This town is superstitious. I’m not afraid.”

“Nor am I,” the girl became defensive. “This is just not a place to be. It-it gives me the creeps.”

“Someone’s calling for me,” croaked the voice.

Mina turned to see a very mean spirit float above her. She wasn’t benevolent looking like Alena and Natalia. This spirit had a darker evanescent that emanated with malice.

“Whoever doubts me will soon come to believe,” she screeched. “I’ll make them fear me.”

The Beast of Montenegro

Nearby, the sounds of crunching leaves could be heard.

“Someone’s coming,” Natalia warned. “Hurry, hide.”

Mina got to her feet and rushed behind a thick bramble. She parted a few branches to see who was approaching. It was a tall boy and two other girls.

“I know them,” Mina whispered. “They go to school with me. What are they doing here?”

“Looking for trouble, perhaps,” said Natalia.

“Perhaps, looking for me?” croaked a voice.

Mina didn’t move.

“Do you think we will be confronted by her?” one of the girl’s said.

“You mean the witch,” mocked her friend.

“Of course,” she laughed. “Who else.”

“I’d be careful what you wish for,” said the boy.