Demogoran

Nick gazed in horror at what appeared to be a horde of Denizens, each with razor sharp snapping teeth, instant mutilation and death to any human. They spilled into the cavern, each with one thing on their minds, that of feeding on their flesh. Nick Dax will be sixteen on Monday. Only four days away, certainly a day to celebrate. Not so. Not a good day at all actually, because this is the day when his life changes forever, when his nightmares become real, the day when he has to face something that cannot possibly exist, the day when he has to face the wrath of the Demogoran.