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This is supposed to be the paragraph that the idea of a monster in my book is introduced, if anyone has advice on how to make it better please let me know. (For some context the main characters car broke down and they are walking to the nearest gas station for help)

We had only been walking for about twenty minutes when we heard a weathered old voice call out from behind us “Are you fellas alright? It’s awfully dangerous to be walking out in these woods by yourself.” We turned in unison to see an old station wagon pulling up behind us. The man driving the car appeared to be in his late 60’s or mid 70’s. His long white hair was pulled back tightly into ponytail, while his scruffy face was covered in wrinkles and his chin was populated with intermittent grey stubble. Despite most of his other features being somewhat harsh he had a soft smile and kind eyes. “He reminds me of pap pap” I smiled sadly at the thought. My grandfather had died the previous year while staying at his winter cabin deep in the Cascade Mountains. By then, his dementia had progressed severely, and my grandmother was struggling to care for him alone. They decided to spend a few final months at the old cabin before moving into a retirement home. One morning, my grandmother woke up and found his side of the bed empty. At first, she wasn't alarmed. He often couldn't sleep and would wander around the cabin in the middle of the night, looking for something to occupy himself until sleep took him again. She got out of bed and began searching through all the rooms, expecting to find him sleeping on one of the couches or chairs. After about ten minutes, she realized something was wrong. My grandfather wasn't anywhere inside. She checked the front door. It was unlocked. For a moment, she thought he might have gone outside, but then she noticed something that his coat was still hanging by the door. So were his boots. She swung open the door and saw footprints leading out across the yard and into the woods. Frantically she whipped out her phone and called the police. A heavy snowstorm had passed through the area recently, leaving the road to the cabin buried beneath several feet of snow, meaning, before the police could even reach the property, they had to wait for the road to be plowed. Hours passed before they finally reached the cabin. Upon arrival They immediately began searching the surrounding area. For multiple days, they combed through the trees, calling his name and following every trail they could find, but they found nothing. No clothing. No blood. No sign of an injury. Nothing that could explain where he had gone. Even those tracks that led into the woods abruptly stopped about thirty feet in. Eventually, they concluded that his dementia had caused him to wander outside. Perhaps, in his confusion, he had ignored the freezing temperatures and walked into the woods without realizing what he was doing. My grandmother also told me that she recalled one of the officers asking her if anyone else had been staying up there with them. When she replied that it had only been the two of them, the officer just scratched his head looking confused “Well I’m not sure how to tell you this, but your husband didn’t walk in there alone.” He pointed to the tracks. “You see, there are two sets of footprints. Someone or something was walking with him.”

This is supposed to be the paragraph that the idea of a monster in my book is introduced, if anyone has advice on how to make it better please let me know. (For some context the main characters car broke down and they are walking to the nearest gas station for help)

We had only been walking for about twenty minutes when we heard a weathered old voice call out from behind us “Are you fellas alright? It’s awfully dangerous to be walking out in these woods by yourself.” We turned in unison to see an old station wagon pulling up behind us. The man driving the car appeared to be in his late 60’s or mid 70’s. His long white hair was pulled back tightly into ponytail, while his scruffy face was covered in wrinkles and his chin was populated with intermittent grey stubble. Despite most of his other features being somewhat harsh he had a soft smile and kind eyes. “He reminds me of pap pap” I smiled sadly at the thought. My grandfather had died the previous year while staying at his winter cabin deep in the Cascade Mountains. By then, his dementia had progressed severely, and my grandmother was struggling to care for him alone. They decided to spend a few final months at the old cabin before moving into a retirement home. One morning, my grandmother woke up and found his side of the bed empty. At first, she wasn't alarmed. He often couldn't sleep and would wander around the cabin in the middle of the night, looking for something to occupy himself until sleep took him again. She got out of bed and began searching through all the rooms, expecting to find him sleeping on one of the couches or chairs. After about ten minutes, she realized something was wrong. My grandfather wasn't anywhere inside. She checked the front door. It was unlocked. For a moment, she thought he might have gone outside, but then she noticed something that his coat was still hanging by the door. So were his boots. She swung open the door and saw footprints leading out across the yard and into the woods. Frantically she whipped out her phone and called the police. A heavy snowstorm had passed through the area recently, leaving the road to the cabin buried beneath several feet of snow, meaning, before the police could even reach the property, they had to wait for the road to be plowed. Hours passed before they finally reached the cabin. Upon arrival They immediately began searching the surrounding area. For multiple days, they combed through the trees, calling his name and following every trail they could find, but they found nothing. No clothing. No blood. No sign of an injury. Nothing that could explain where he had gone. Even those tracks that led into the woods abruptly stopped about thirty feet in. Eventually, they concluded that his dementia had caused him to wander outside. Perhaps, in his confusion, he had ignored the freezing temperatures and walked into the woods without realizing what he was doing. My grandmother also told me that she recalled one of the officers asking her if anyone else had been staying up there with them. When she replied that it had only been the two of them, the officer just scratched his head looking confused “Well I’m not sure how to tell you this, but your husband didn’t walk in there alone.” He pointed to the tracks. “You see, there are two sets of footprints. Someone or something was walking with him.”

This is supposed to be the paragraph that the idea of a monster in my book is introduced, if anyone has advice on how to make it better please let me know. (For some context the main characters car broke down and they are walking to the nearest gas station for help)

We had only been walking for about twenty minutes when we heard a weathered old voice call out from behind us “Are you fellas alright? It’s awfully dangerous to be walking out in these woods by yourself.” We turned in unison to see an old station wagon pulling up behind us. The man driving the car appeared to be in his late 60’s or mid 70’s. His long white hair was pulled back tightly into ponytail, while his scruffy face was covered in wrinkles and his chin was populated with intermittent grey stubble. Despite most of his other features being somewhat harsh he had a soft smile and kind eyes. “He reminds me of pap pap” I smiled sadly at the thought. My grandfather had died the previous year while staying at his winter cabin deep in the Cascade Mountains. By then, his dementia had progressed severely, and my grandmother was struggling to care for him alone. They decided to spend a few final months at the old cabin before moving into a retirement home. One morning, my grandmother woke up and found his side of the bed empty. At first, she wasn't alarmed. He often couldn't sleep and would wander around the cabin in the middle of the night, looking for something to occupy himself until sleep took him again. She got out of bed and began searching through all the rooms, expecting to find him sleeping on one of the couches or chairs. After about ten minutes, she realized something was wrong. My grandfather wasn't anywhere inside. She checked the front door. It was unlocked. For a moment, she thought he might have gone outside, but then she noticed something that his coat was still hanging by the door. So were his boots. She swung open the door and saw footprints leading out across the yard and into the woods. Frantically she whipped out her phone and called the police. A heavy snowstorm had passed through the area recently, leaving the road to the cabin buried beneath several feet of snow, meaning, before the police could even reach the property, they had to wait for the road to be plowed. Hours passed before they finally reached the cabin. Upon arrival They immediately began searching the surrounding area. For multiple days, they combed through the trees, calling his name and following every trail they could find, but they found nothing. No clothing. No blood. No sign of an injury. Nothing that could explain where he had gone. Even those tracks that led into the woods abruptly stopped about thirty feet in. Eventually, they concluded that his dementia had caused him to wander outside. Perhaps, in his confusion, he had ignored the freezing temperatures and walked into the woods without realizing what he was doing. My grandmother also told me that she recalled one of the officers asking her if anyone else had been staying up there with them. When she replied that it had only been the two of them, the officer just scratched his head looking confused “Well I’m not sure how to tell you this, but your husband didn’t walk in there alone.” He pointed to the tracks. “You see, there are two sets of footprints. Someone or something was walking with him.”

So for context, me and my friend mostly play and expanded because we don’t have the money to buy newer cards over and over again to stay in standard format. So he’s favorite deck to use is the Pokemon go raticate to put me down to 10 HP and then use hypnotic laser to kill me with poison in between turns. We’re making a water deck with the rough seas stadium card, it heals 30 damage in between turns from water and electric type Pokémon. So what I’m curious about is whether or not you do poison first or the stadium card first in between turns. Because if the stadium card goes first, he just can’t kill my water types. Thanks a ton!

Hi ,this is my first time posting on Reddit so I apologize if this isn’t the correct subreddit for this, but anyway here goes.
This actually was a bad dream I had, but after just laying awake in my bed for a while I thought it may actually be a decent premise for a horror story. I don’t have all of the fine details worked out yet, so any ideas or suggestions would be appreciated. But the basic gist of this story is that it would be musical horror, not like a horror movie mixed with greatest showman, but music is the horror aspect. So like some how by listening to music the main character can be transported to a parallel dimension of sorts where at first glance everything seems the same but over time the protagonist slowly realizes they aren’t in the same place anymore, objects don’t look slightly different, people they know seem slightly off, and for some reason these creatures hate music(not sure why yet, I’m still working on that) with no music playing nearby they are all harmless, but when music comes on weather that be the radio or you playing music in your headphones you are able to see glimpses of there true form, you will look at someone and get the feeling that just a split second before you looked they were in a strange position or grotesque features they may have had disappeared( I’m not a great at getting ideas across sometimes so if there is any confusion please let me know) and then as the song plays nearby creatures will get closer and closer till the song ends, and if the song is too long or you are too close the monsters will get you. But the scary part to me is that the monsters will move based on the songs beat or cadence (so if it’s a fast song they will close in faster). But they don’t have to be closing in in unnatural ways they could be doing ordinary things like skipping, jump roping or other things. But it would all be in cadence with the music. That’s about all I have right now. I know it’s a half baked idea, I’m just curious if it’s an idea worth perusing.