Excerpt
"A flashlight beam bounced over the room and illuminated a door leading
into the dining area. The man noticed the door and, with a quick look behind
him, turned towards it. The man ran wildly toward the door, screaming the
whole way. His flashlight felt awfully heavy in his hands.
“Oh, God, please no!”
The cry tore from the man’s raw throat and his eyes rolled in horror. He
ran wildly into a dining area and screamed as he lost his footing. The
creature’s breath was upon him, making his guts boil and turn in fear. He
raised himself to his knees and cried out again as he noticed the blood seeping
into his jeans. One of his co-workers bodies was sprawled on the floor, the
head missing from the body.
The man desperately looked around him, trying to find an avenue of
escape. His eyes flashed as he remembered the back porch that lead into a
large open meadow. He stood shakily and ran towards the back of the house.
The creature was directly behind him, howling incessantly. The man’s mind
was fighting inside to shut down and he prayed aloud as he ran.
“Please don’t let the boogey-man get me. Please let me reach the porch.”
Sweat rolled down his face, mixing with the salty tears that the man could
no longer contain. His panicked eyes absorbed the moisture and blurred his
vision. His eyes stung and yet he ran in the desperate hope that the creature
would not be fast enough to reach him before he got into the open meadow.
The creature was nothing but dark outlines and outstretched arms. It
advanced on the man, taking great bounds and leaps with it’s strong legs. It
leaped again and reached out it’s claws, grasping the man’s already torn shirt.
The man screamed and his bladder loosened. The warm liquid ran down his
legs and dripped onto the floor of the old house. The smell of urine was strong,
but it did not choke out the stench of decay the creature carried with it.
Laughter boomed throughout the house, shaking the great walls. “Please
don’t kill me,” he whispered.
The creature stood like any bi-pedal, on two abnormally long legs that
were slightly bowed. He did not have the face of a man, but the face of a pig
with a massive snout that dripped puss and a darker substance. It roared and
it’s breath swept over the man, causing him to gag and retch. The thing’s body
was covered in a light fur, matted and tangled with snot and puss.
His eyes locked on the man and they gleamed. The man cried out as the
creature threw him to the ground, mere inches from the back door. His
flashlight, stamped with insignia, “Western Ghost Finders,” fell from his
loosened fingertips. His eyes rolled wildly in their sockets as he pleaded with
the creature to spare him.
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Long arms reached out and sliced at the man’s chest, causing him to
scream and curl in on himself. The creature continued to cut and slice. Soon,
the man’s chest was only a bloody pulp, ribbons of meat and shredded Tshirt.
The rest of his team had already been killed, and he was last. He had
watched in cowardice as the creatures had advanced and attacked the rest
of his team.
The creature dropped to all fours and sniffed at the man’s face, mixing the
puss from his snout with the man’s tears. It looked on for a moment, like a
cat will do a mouse before it tired of the game. It grabbed the man’s head and
pulled. The man screamed as pain flashed through his neck and he felt the
yawning rip shudder throughout the silence of the house. The group outside
listened in horror as the last scream ceased inside the house. Western Ghost
Finders sat, huddled in the safety of their cars, wondering what should be
done.
A woman, young and beautiful cried out and jumped out of the cars. She
ran towards the house, intending on trying to save what was already gone.
She never returned."