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At this time the shadow began to lumber around our tent. It walked around us one time and stopped. I took this time to chamber a round into my 9mm pistol. Then, our unknown visitor walked to the front of our tent. I clicked the pistol's safety to the "off" position and waited.
In a few moments, the zipper to our tent was being unzipped. When it was fully undone, a horrible white head appeared. The thing was covered with long, dirty white hair - the color of dirty snow. It had an almost human nose and the large round eyes of a predator. It stank of earth and the nearby river.
The thing snarled silently, almost as if it was smiling. I raised the pistol to fire, and the monstrosity looked at me as though it were surprised. With that, it removed its head from the tent, rezipped it, and strode off into the night. When the thing walked off into the forest, the sounds of the night returned.
The next morning, we saw no footprints and no other evidence of our nocturnal visitor. We packed up our gear and boated back toward the river bridge. I can say with certainty that I'll never go back.
I suppose I'll never get over the fact that the thing we saw was some kind of animal. But it was smarter than an animal. It knew how to unzip a tent. Moreover, it recognized a pistol. It knew what it was. From that time forward, I have refused to camp alongside the White River. I've always stayed at home.
The End
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