Tales From The Basement

You'd rather take your chances with some natives than these things! At least the primitives were human! (Well you assume they were)

You rush inside and slam the door shut, locking it. The jungle and village are gone, whatever you saw before will remain a mystery because there's no trace of it now.
You wonder if it was some acid flashback you had.

It's possible; you have done the stuff in the past. Maybe this is all just the flashback of a bad trip.

Of course the scratching at the door and inhuman noises outside sound pretty real...

Bad trip or no, there's no point in taking fuckin' chances! You stand in the center of the room and watch the door, as the banging gets more intense.
You prepare yourself, holding your BB Gun at the door and taking out your limited edition Charles Manson butcher Knife.

You stand ready, as the door looks like its going to come off its hinges, but then the noise stops and you hear the wolves padding off.

You breathe a little easier, but only for a moment. You look in utter horror as you see the alpha wolf (That would be the mutant, in case you weren't paying attention earlier) materialize out of one of the corners of the building.

It looks at you with absolute hatred and hunger.

If this IS an acid flashback, it's a REALLY bad one!