Church

The hooting of an owl echoed in the quiet night as a little boy walked hand-in-hand with his parents. They were strolling through a small trail in Central Park. When the boy looked up his father looked down, waiting for the question he knew was coming. "Papa, have you ever sawed a demon?" The young man chuckled and shook his head at his son's odd wording. "No, Hanna, I haven't." They were quiet for a few minutes until a loud screech of surprise came from the previously calm owl. The family turned at the sound. Before his father's sentence could be finished a large dark object dropped down onto his body from above, audibly crushing bones with a screeching roar. The little boy's mother began shaking as the black creature started to tear her husband apart. "Hanna, run!" The mother whispered as she pushed her son away. The little boy stumbled but his eyes were still on what remained of his father. The demon was swallowing pieces whole. "Daddy?" The demon turned towards him and shrieked, snapping the child back to the present. "Run!" His mother gave him another hard shove, and this time, with a great amount of hesitation, the little boy took off through the dense forest. The scream of his mother spurred him on faster, but he soon heard the heavy thuds of the creature's feet as it began to catch up. He pushed as hard as he could, squeezing his eyes shut for only a second before he slammed into something solid that knocked the breath from his straining lungs. He slid down the object and fell into the leaf litter, stunned and shaking. There was no way he could escape now. He would die, too, just like his parents.