Bean Horror

The air was chill and heavy, a never ending winter that seemed to plague the town of Willowvale. A small hamlet, nestled away in the forest, it was the perfect spot for a family looking for some peace and quiet. But lately, the townsfolk had taken to whispering of strange occurrences. Crows cawing in the night, strange lights in the dark and, most eerie of all, a peculiar smell that seemed to follow them, haunting them in their every waking moment.

John Brown, a resident of the small town, was used to the occasional oddities but nothing could have prepared him for what he encountered that fateful night. Having to stay late at the office, John decided to walk home as he had done countless times in the past. The streets were unnaturally quiet, the wind more piercing than usual and the chill from the snow icier than ever before. As John neared the edge of town, he noticed something was off.

It was the smell. Stale, pungent and utterly revolting, it was as though the entire town had been filled with the stench of rotten beans. John was about to stop and investigate further when he heard a noise coming from behind him. He spun around to see a horrific sight standing in the shadows.

The creature was massive, its body covered in black leathery skin and a gaping maw filled with jagged yellow teeth. Its eyes were hollow, lifeless pits while its claws was sharp like razors. The creature simply stood there, breathing heavily, its beady eyes staring right at John.

As John stumbled back in terror, the creature suddenly licked its lips and said in a deep rasping voice, “You smell like beans.” With that, the creature lunged at John, its claws tearing through his clothes as it brought him to the ground. In a split-second, the creature spun around and vanished into the night, leaving a trail of rotting beans in its wake.

John never saw the creature again, but the memory would haunt him forever. He had a suspicion the creature was connected to the strange occurrences that had been occurring around Willowvale, and as time passed, more questions began to arise. What were the beans for? What did they mean for the fate of the town?

What John did know is that, from that day forward, he never went anywhere without a packet of beans and garlic bulb in tow.