Personal Narrative-Slasher Movies

Wendy watched Ryan from behind a group of trees. He was looking in her direction, however, he was not moving, and he was searching for a sign of her. He must not have noticed where I dashed off to yet she laughed quietly. I fully intend to mess with him. Stepping back a few steps Wendy tilted her head towards the sky and bellows out a horrific scream with all her might. The scream in her opinion was superior to the ones girls furnish in those dumb slasher movies. Slasher in the dictionary showed the definition perfectly.
Plural noun: slasher movies
1. a person or thing that slashes.
2. a horror movie, especially one in which victims (typically women or teenagers) are slashed with knives and razors.
Looking back at Ryan she observed him jump
He was entirely black, right down to the legs, beak, and glaring eyes; some sort of Raven but somewhat different. He was bigger than any Raven Wendy had ever seen before; and scarier looking too. He emanated menace. He turned his head to watch Wendy. Wendy did not like his stare. This stupid bird is not going to frighten me; but yet he did and he didn’t look stupid. “Scat!” she yelled at the bird and waved her hands in the air franticly, trying to scare the bird away. The massive bird bristles its glossy black feathers; all the while never taking its eyes off of Wendy. I don’t doubt this bird eats rabbits or even foxes, that razor sharp beak would tear into any flesh easily. Slowly the bird spreads his majestically huge wings. What the heck is he doing? Crap I think it is getting ready to swoop down on me like I was a rabbit or fox. “You win, I am out of here.” Shaking all over Wendy turns and blindly runs away. “Please don’t attack me, please don’t attack me” Wendy whispers’ as she runs deep into the fog that is now surrounding her. The bird’s eyes don’t stop watching Wendy even in her departure. Laughter erupts again. After a few minutes the gigantic raven leapt from
She can see those claws will inflict serious wounds to anything it touches. Wendy could discern this bird was some kind of master at soaring and hunting prey. At that dreadfully moment Wendy realizes she is the prey. The raven type creature again soars upward out of sight; using the fog and the coming of night as its camouflage. From her left the bird swoops down close to her left ear she can feel the breeze lift her hair, but doesn’t attack. The sound from its wings is loud and haunting. It has a wingspan of seven to eight feet and a wide and rudder-like tail close to that of an eagle, but this is no eagle. She already knows she is going to be in big trouble if he does attack. Wendy is terrified. She doesn’t want to die out here. Turning her back to this thing Wendy is looking around on the ground for a weapon; something she can use to defend herself. The creature circles and soars down at her again doing so without expending inordinate amounts of energy that flapping in flight would require. Wendy spots a tree branch and dives for it just as the bird dives for her. It catches her on her back and digs its claws in, its weight pushing her to the ground. It is slowly walking up her back