Analyzing the Impossible

 

"We were lucky to escape the fiend with our sanity, and more importantly, our lives...A vicious black-winged monster-thing lurching down the corridors of the abandoned hospital, silently stalking...then locking on to it's prey, rushing at us, all claws and red eyes...(probably). We left in a hurry, not looking back until we had escaped the hospital, vaulted the walls and made it back to the car...for some reason no-one is willing to believe our tale of the terror that is the Flincher... (the horror...)"

- OWEN PELLOW

When Owen talks of "all claws and red eyes...(probably)" he means just that - probably. In other words - the intensity of whatever we may have encountered that night was of such a nature that, having not actually seen anything (although we certainly witnessed what it, if it is an it, can do), fantastic mythological analogies become perhaps the most prevalent and easiest way of conveying what actually happened. We saw no huge-winged, sharp-clawed, red-eyed beast - but judging from how it all felt, had we turned around to face our evil nemesis, it quite possibly might have been a huge-winged, sharp- clawed, red-eyed beast, or something of that nature. To explain this unexplainable entity, Owen coined the name "The Flincher" - something I'm hardly about to disagree with. But, what really was "The Flincher"? Was it a figment of our imagination. Most definitely not. Neither of us had been drinking (indeed, I was driving and being a "good boy" as I always was unless I'd had a night at my "local" - BJ's) and had likewise taken no hallucinogens. Besides, it is inconcievable that I for one would sprint as far as I did without good reason. That something happened is beyond doubt. Let me examine a few theories that had crossed my mind as possible explanations...