Bloody, dripping with hot sweat, and out of breath Ken came running. “What on earth is going on,” asked his mom? Still speechless, he tried to mumble the words…Butch and felled to the ground. She rushed over to her son only to discover that in his hand he had his dog’s nametag full of blood.
She scanned him over and checked for a pulse, slap him on the face a couple of times and he opened his eyes. Mom I tried to save him, but it was too late. The big 18-wheeler truck splatters Butch’s lifeless body across the lanes.
Happy Halloween. A volume of Horrible Haunts & Twisted Tales taken from the horror books La Belle Rouge has written every October for a decade and a half. If you have read her works in the horror genre, you know the invitation is for you to enjoy thr
