THE LOUD HOWL resounded in the night sky. Wings fluttered and birds flew away, leaving their nest. There was another loud sound. But this was not the sound of a howl, this was a booming sound, closely followed by a crunch-crunch double mechanism. That sound could only be heard from a sawn off shotgun. More booms filled the air. Then a loud roar, screams of men, and the sound of rustling leaves and broken branches filled the air. More booms and the crunching sound of more cases filled into the gun's barrel. Gunsmoke and gunpowder hung heavy in the air as more guns blasted. Suddenly, everywhere turned quiet. The silence was heavy. There was a rough, guttural breathing in the darkness. It sounded like that of an animal. Two red dots blinked in the darkness, from the direction the breathing was coming from. The smoke cleared a bit to reveal a group of worn-out, tired men bunched together. Their eyes were wide with fear and adrenaline as they looked around. Some of them had round b
"WHAT DO YOU mean by bond?" Lucas asked Grace. She went into a frantic read, skimming through all the scrolls. "Grace?" Lucas called again. "What's wrong? What do you mean by bond?" "That's what I am trying to find out," Grace snapped. Lucas kept quiet and sulked away. He walked to the window and looked out. "How long do you think we've been here?" He asked Grace who did not reply to him. "The rain is finally stopping," He said again. "And I think I see the beginning of sunrise." "You should expect to hear the waking sounds of animals," Grace muttered. "But not these woods, there is no animal sound here."Lucas cocked his head and listened. After a few seconds, he nodded and said, "You are right. There should be chirping of birds, right?" "Yeah.""What happened? Maybe the villagers killed all the animals for meat," Lucas suggested. Grace snorted. "That's dumb." She said. Lucas looked out the window again and his brows came together in a thick furrow. Grace noticed his changed
I am running amidst the woods. I can feel the leaves slapping against my face and tiny thorns sticking into my flesh as I run. I am running at an insane speed, faster than any human should be able to move. I suddenly notice that I can see very bright even though it is night. I see it very clearly. Almost as clear as day. I feel anger. And pain. And the thirst for revenge. And insatiable hunger, the hunger that felt like it had persisted for hundreds of years. I do not know where I am going, but it feels like my legs are accustomed to the floor of the forest, because they are moving on their own accord, leaping over shrubs and turning corners I do not know. I vaguely register at the back of my head that I am running on both my hands and legs. Like an animal. Like a wolf. Different scents waft through my nose and spark my brain. It is coming from the direction where I was headed in the first place. With renewed agility, I launch in the direction where the scents are coming from. I
"DO YOU THINK that Henry is right?" George asked Jeff. They had been walking without seeing anything suspicious or even a bit scary. But Jeff was not yet relaxed, he had been here before, and he remembered how he felt. He remembered the bone chill and goosebumps. He knew there was something "off" about this town.He shrugged at George's question. "Maybe. I don't know." George sighed androyght out his phone. "I should call my sister," He said. Jeff scoffed. "I doubt that there would be service," George looked at his phone's screen. "You are wrong. There's service," He trusted his phone to Jeff's face. There were two bars of service. He dialed Grace's number. "Come on," Jeff said and they continued walking ahead as the call rang. After a few rings, it went to voicemail. "The hell?" George muttered. "Why isn't she picking up?" "She's probably busy. You know… she and Jeff… alone… in the dark," He laughed. George snorted. "Yeah, very funny, Jeffery. You know, your Carmen and Henry a
"I… I AM NOT the only one that can see that, right?" Sophie stammered, pointing at the child. Tristen and Emma shook their heads. "Yeah, I can see it too," Emma said. The child still stood near the large tree. One of his hands rested on the bark of the tree as he half-hid his face. He was small and thin. And he was white. Very white. Almost pale. Tristen shuffled forward. Emma gripped his arm. "What do you think you are doing?" She whispered fiercely. "Going to speak to the kid," He whispered back. "Are you crazy?" Sophie asked. She didn't bother to lower her voice. "That child is damn creepy. I suggest we turn back and head back to the meeting point." She looked at the screen of her phone. "Our time is up anyway.""I agree with Sophie this time," Emma said. Tristen snatched his arm from Emma's grip. "That might be the child that Henry saw… and the main reason that we are here." He said. " and that might be our only chance of getting help," He walked forward carefully. Emma and
Tristen AND THE girls walked on quietly. The lights from their phone's torch light cast a dim glow that moved about in an arch in their front. Tristen turned to look at the road they had come from, it felt like the other group was lost. He sighed and moved on ahead, leading the way. "What is that?" Emma suddenly whispered in his ear. They both crept behind him, letting him walk in front. He was the one with the torch. "Where?" He asked. "Flash it on the right." She said. Tristen flashed the torch to the right. The light illuminated the washed wall of an old stone house with open windows. "I could have sworn I saw someone looking from that window," Emma said. "Like a child." "Go check it out, Tristen," Sophie said, poking him in the ribs. "What? Why me?" Tristen asked. "Because you're the man amongst us," Sophie said. "Now, Go. We'll be well clear behind you." Tristen scoffed and walked forward. "I have a bad feeling about this," He gulped and tiptoed forward slowly. "We shou
I pull her for almost 5 minutes while running at full speed because I see the first houses of the village. There are lit lanterns along the street, casting the whole place in a soft warm glow, but creating a sharp contrast with the darkness. The shadows are deep and moving as the flame flitted around. As soon as we walk into the major street, the feeling of life and people surround me. I heave a sigh of relief and follow the street to the bar we had been in yesterday afternoon. I turn to look at Carmen. She is still in the weird trance. I push open the bar door and walk in, tugging on Carmen to follow me. The bar is empty and looks different than the afternoon. There is a lone candle fighting against the darkness in one corner. I make our way to the counter where a bartender is standing. He is different from the one we saw yesterday and he has another smaller candle in front of him, reading a thick-volume book. He has a kind of familiarity as the one we saw in the afternoon. Maybe
I lay on the floor, looking at the moon and realizing how close to death I was. I laid on the floor for a long time and then got up on shaky legs. "Oh shit!" I curse under my breath and stumble back into the bus. I grab the phone with one hand and Carmen with the other and run out of the bus. What the hell? I think to myself. I switch on the phone and immediately speed dial anybody in the group. The call was not going. There was no cell service. "What did I expect?" I mutter angrily, pulling Carmen behind me. She followed me meekly without saying anything. Her legs were not firm as she walked but she did so without us over. Maybe I am going to die out here. Alone and in the cold. And mauled by a creature that I thought was a from fictional story. I pull Carmen behind me and we both march back the way we were just coming from. There is no way I am going to wait in a fucking bus for the creature to come back. I choose not to admit to myself that it is the books I had read come to
"Huh?" Jeff asks. "Uh… is it just me or did anybody see anything?" Everyone shakes their heads and mutters different variations of, "I didn't see anything." "What?" Carmen asks. She is pale white and her skin looks translucent in the semi-darkness. She looks each of us in the face. Her eyes are wife with fear or panic. Maybe both. "What do you mean you didn't see it?" She shrieks. Her voice is disturbingly loud in the confined space of the bus. "Keep your voice down, Carmen," George snaps. "See what?" "It… it was standing right there," she stammers. Her hand stretches out and points through the windshield. "What was it?" George asks her in a calm tone. I see her knees shake before her legs give way and she falls on one of the chairs. She glances up and looks at each of us, her eyes settling on me. "He saw it too?" She says. "He saw it. He knows I'm not lying or running crazy." "Saw what?" Lucas snaps at her and then turns to me. "Saw what? What is she talking about?" I opened m
WE BOTH CRASH to the floor and roll in the dirt. I manage to come out on top and without thinking, I start to pound whatever is below me with my fist. "Henry?"I ignore it and just keep punching. "Henry!" It calls again. "It's me, Jeff." "Jeff?" I still keep punching. "Get off me, punk!" His voice snaps at me, and I finally stall. He throws me off and stands up. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He glowers at me. "I thought you were someone else," I say sheepishly. "You disappeared!" He says. I get up to my feet. "We need to leave this place now. I saw something, it looked dangerous." "You disappeared!" He says again like he did not just hear what I said. "Are you listening to me?" I ask. I groan. I'm done talking with this dumb-ass. I start to walk down the street in the direction I hope will lead me out. "No, you are not listening to me!" He yells from behind me. "I said you disappeared. I thought you were just a few doors away from me, imagine my scare when I looked aroun
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