There was a thick fog and a full moon rose into the sky. That’s when the Scar Scratchers strike. A man walked through the woods unaware of his terrible fate. That’s when the first one came as light as paper it glided down. It’s eyes, that were as grey as a storm, started at it’s target ;a fury brown body almost invisible; it’s claws extended; it’s wings ending with a spike; its teeth like daggers. It landed on the mans shoulder as small as a post-it note and bit ,releasing the scent of blood. The man didn’t even have time to scream before he got ripped apart by a million razor sharp teeth. One minute later, there was no sign that the man had ever been there.