Black Bear on the Loose

On a snowy night, I drove to my grandfather’s house to visit him when I suddenly caught sight of a towering figure by the roadside, waving at me.

Its face was hidden behind a thick curtain of snowflakes, blurred and indistinct.

Thinking a passerby was asking for help, I was just about to approach when my grandfather called.

“Black bears have been spotted in the countryside. Hurry back!”

My heart skipped a beat. I decided to turn around, but the car broke down at that very moment.

I looked up. That “person” was already walking toward me in a grotesque manner.