Black Shuck at the beach

The encounter happened a few months ago, right after my friend Charlene’s 26th birthday. I woke up feeling light headed. My first assumption was that my brain had fell out my ear, but I quickly realized that without it I would not have been able to think. Then I remembered the party that had happened the night before.
“I shouldn’t have eaten so many coffee cakes.” I thought out loud. “Wait… I hate coffee cakes. Now all my relatives are going to send me tons of coffee cake for my birthday.”
I wallowed in my grief for a few minutes then realized that I had better things to do. I got dressed and opened the fridge. It was filled with coffee cakes. I never should have let them store food for the party at my house. Charlene’s mother always overstocked snacks on special occasions. Grumbling, I pulled all the coffee cakes out of my fridge and shoved them into a large box. I then made breakfast and sat down at my computer. I searched on Google for the latest news on myths and monsters. I then came across an article talking about a creature called the Black Shuck. I laughed to myself. What idiot would believe something with a name like that could exist. I began to read the article in order to make fun of it. As I read I became intrigued by monsters background. The article said that a Black Shuck is a ghost dog that roams around many different places. It also told of an attack that happened at a church. The creature must have been real if a reverend said it was true. The creature had been seen along the many different coastlines. This was an opportunity I wasn’t going to miss. I quickly packed my bags and grabbed a map of Kantasy. I was heading for the beach. I hopped into my car and drove off. After a few minutes a strong smell of coffee came from the trunk. It was then that I realized that in my excitement I had thrown the box of coffee cakes in the back. Opening the window I ignored it, there was no way I was about to turn around and drive back home. I arrived at the beach in a few hours and checked into a motel. I walked along the shore and searched for any dog footprints. I soon found some and became overjoyed. I realized that the creature probably wasn’t going to come around until after dark. I enjoyed the rest of the day around the town. When nightfall came I rushed back to my room and put on warm clothes. I walked out to the beach and found a locked gate on the road down to the sand. A sign on the gate said, “Beach closed from 8:00p.m - 4:00a.m on Tuesday, July 23.” I clenched my fist in frustration. My first night there and the beach closed early. I searched around to make sure that no one was watching. I whipped my hands together then began climbing the fence. I dropped down to the bottom and scanned to make sure no one saw me. Moaning, I sat up and rubbed the back of my head. I walked down to the sand and saw a lifeguard truck driving down the beach. In fact, quite a few lifeguard trucks were driving along the beach. This was nothing compared to the alien search I had done at NASA. I crouched behind a drinking fountain until the truck had passed. Then I quickly ran down to the water. I wasn’t keen on getting wet, but if one of the trucks came by suddenly I was completely willing to dive into the ice cold water. I searched for the dog tracks I had seen and eventually found them. I followed them along the beach for around half an hour. I soon came to an area full of rocks. I crawled low on them in order not to be seen by nearby headlights. Luckily the truck missed me. I kept crawling forward until I came to a small hidden cave underneath a large rock. As a squeezed through the entrance I was surprise to find that there was a lot of room for me to kneel. I fumbled around for my flashlight and found that it was missing. Of all the things to forget! I blinked in order to adjust my eyes in the dark light. Suddenly a black furry face with sharp fangs and evil green eyes appeared in front of me. I goopy poison filled my face as it tried to lick my face off. I scrambled out of the cave, completely panic stricken. I soared over the rocks and stumbled down the beach. I could hear the ghost dog chasing after me. Bright lights flashed in front of me as three lifeguards hopped out of a truck and approached me.
“There’s a monster behind me!” I warned, waving my arms over my head. “It poisoned my face!”
The lifeguards looked at each other, not sure how to handle a situation like that. I concluded that they had never encountered a monster before. They were goners. I ran past them and heard a body crash to the ground. The massacre had begun. I cleared the fence with a single bound and made my way back to the motel. I locked the door behind me and collapsed to the ground. I was dog tired.
When I woke up I was still inside the fort I had made out of pillows. I clutched a kitchen knife in my hand ready at any moment for the monster to break the door down. The sun had risen. The creature must have gone back into its cave. Ghosts hate sunlight. I hesitantly opened the door and stepped outside. A man with two kids hauled a large Black Dog of his truck. The dog zipped around the parking lot and played with the two kids.
“Morning neighbor,” I said, “fine dog you have there.”
“The kids love him, but he sure is a pain in the neck. I was up half the night with the lifeguards searching for him along the beach. Apparently he had got into a small cave under the rocks.” The man replied.
I gave the dog a thorough look over its green eyes looked cheerful to be back with its owners. “Would you be interested in coffee cake?” I asked.

-Dr. VonGon