Panic soon turned into horror when I saw the tigers brutally mauled to death. I had never seen such carnage before. The blood-soaked ground and mangled remains of the tigers were a gruesome sight. As I stepped closer, I could see that the tigers had not been killed by a predator; they had been killed by something far more sinister.
I had heard the stories about the mysterious figure that had been seen lurking around the zoo on the night of February 22. No one knew who it was, or what it wanted, but the locals whispered of a dark force that had come to take the animals from the zoo.
As I stood there in shock, I heard a noise coming from the shadows. I slowly turned around, and there it was – the figure I had heard so much about. It was tall and cloaked in a black robe, its face hidden by a hood. I could feel its eyes on me, and I shivered in fear.
I knew I had to get out of there, but before I could move, the figure stepped forward and spoke in a deep, menacing voice.
“You are too late,” it said. “The animals here are no longer alive. I have taken them away, and they will never be seen again.”
I ran away as fast as I could, and I have never returned to the zoo since that fateful day.