Halloween – The Scent of a Woman

lakePenny lifted her head and sniffed the air! She stood up and growled, then whimpered. Jane closed the door and came back inside.”Hey, don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere without you. Penny stood rigid, staring at the closed-door.

“You want to go for a walk? Come on the, let’s get your leash, don’t want you to get lost do we?”

Usually when the W A L K word was mentioned Penny barked, excited to be outside. Today that word terrified her, she hid under the bed.

“OK, I guess that’s a no!”

Jane poured another glass of wine and walked to the window. The view was hypnotic. Maybe I should have become a painter, or photographer. She thought to herself. Tired and frustrated she sat in front of her computer again.

The lake was still and deep, she wrote, a single canoe was moored by a boat house. The night was silent. Somewhere, deep in the forest, evil waited. It wouldn’t have to wait long.  

The words began to flow, so engrossed was she in her writing that she never heard Penny’s pathetic whining as the dog cowered beneath the bed.

An hour passed before Jane came up for air. She’d written almost a full chapter. Yes, we have liftoff!

Pleased with herself, she stood up and stretched, her creative juices flowing. All is not lost!

“Penny come on, let’s get some fresh air, you need to pee.”

Penny whimpered and backed further under the bed. She could smell danger and wanted no part of it!

“Penny what’s wrong with you?” Jane asked as she grabbed a dog treat and crouched down to coax her companion from the shadows. Dogs can be smart at times, but not when there are treats involved. Penny scuttled forward, licking her lips in anticipation. As her mouth closed on the treat, Jane grabbed her.

“Gotcha!”

With Penny tightly secured under her arm, she headed to the front door. Penny wriggled and whimpered, but Jane held her tight.

“Look, nothing out here to be scared of, it’s a beautiful night.”

She placed the dog on the porch, “Now go do what you have to do, its cold.” Penny walked back inside and poured another glass of wine, pleased with herself. Her head was full of words and evil images. She was inspired.

The cold air worked on the dogs bladder. She ran down the porch steps and sniffed until she found a place to pee. She looked into the darkness with wide eyes. Something bad was lurking, she felt it. The scent was strong, Penny whimpered, but not for long.

A huge six-fingered hand grabbed her belly, a second-hand grabbed her head. She didn’t feel the teeth sink into her back. The quick twist of hands broke her neck in seconds.

When Jane walked back onto the porch she couldn’t see her dog, but she could hear her, or so she thought.

“Penny! Penny come on, its cold out here. Don’t stray. Where are you?”

Great, just when I’m inspired!

Grabbing a flashlight from the table by the door, she pointed the beam into the darkness, towards the sound.

“Penny!”

What she heard was the sort of sound Penny made when she ate wet dog food. Oh god, she’s found a dead animal.

“Penny, put it down! Penny! Oh my god!”

The strong beam rested on a horrendously disfigured face. A pair of huge deformed hands held the remains of her pet. Blood dripped from the creature’s chin. Penny’s blood!

The grin grew wider as it took another bite before dropping the remains to the ground. He looked at Jane and sniffed. She’s woken a different type of hunger inside him. One he hadn’t felt before!

Halloween – The Scent of a Woman

halloweenCome on, think, come up with an idea! You have to write, if you don’t write you don’t eat! Funds a are low!

Jane sat at her desk tired, frustrated and brain-dead. Writer’s block had set in and it looked like it was here to stay. It’s Halloween for Christ’s sake, I write horror stories for a living. Why can’t I come up with a single idea?

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A couple of miles away, in a derelict house on the edge of the lake, sat a man, the word man is used loosely. He was more mutant than human. Born from an inbred cult who’d been dead for a decade, he was the only survivor of the mass suicide of the Lake clan. For days he crawled across their limp bodies, looking for nourishment, which he’d eventually found. I don’t think I need to tell you what he ate. He was five years old when he was left to fend for himself, and already damaged. More to the point, dangerous! His now dead family were the only people he’d ever known, a loveless breed who lived in caves and tree houses deep in the forests of the Appalachians. Preying on lonely hikers, stray dogs, and anything else they could eat. Their language was a serious of grunts, mixed with the occasional word. They were long gone now, except for one, and he was hungry!

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Pouring herself a glass of wine, Jane stood by the window and looked across the lake. She’d used money she couldn’t afford to rent this place, hoping to get away from worldly distractions and write. She had no cell phone signal, no television, and was miles from the nearest town. Her only living contact was Penny, her elderly mutt, who lay sleeping on the rug by the fire. Have I wasted the last of my savings? She walked out onto the porch. It was a beautiful clear night. The lake reflected the full moon. It looked like mercury. Other than the rustling of the trees, and the sound of the night creatures, all was still peaceful.

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At the other side of the lake one of the silent night creatures felt Jane’s presence. He sat still and sniffed. His animal instincts smelled human. It smelled woman. Instantly aroused he silently rose and looked towards the scent. He’d located his prey and moved stealthily towards the cabin.

Saturday Darkness

I woke up suddenly gasping for breath. Was I late for work? I pulled my thoughts together and realized it was Saturday. Darkness still enveloped the room so I tried to drift back into sleep, but sleep eluded me. I was wide awake in the darkness. Something was wrong. I cold feel danger. I sensed that I was not alone. Slowly I slid out of bed, hardly daring to breathe, and looked out of the window.

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Something glowed in the mist. Low deep sounds reached my ears. Unexplainable noises I didn’t recognize. Noises that sounded like conversations between some strange beings. Was my overactive imagination getting the better of me again? Something I couldn’t make out slithered quickly across the ground, disturbing the mist. Another sound, hollow and echoing terrified me and I jumped back into bed, burying my head deeply under the covers.

The house was silent and still so I plucked up courage to look. Oh God who is that? Standing in the doorway was a tall dark shadow, reminding me of the dark man from a Stephen King novel. Was I dreaming?

Shadow

The figure was still and silent. I froze, too scared to breathe. Who was he and how did he get here? Nebulous images swirled around his feet, but he remain still.

I prayed silently as I held my breath. I needed to breath. My oxygen starved brain was playing tricks with me as I watched the mist creep across the ceiling, eye looking down at me hungrily.

Why did I take my eyes off the shape in the doorway, the shape that was now standing beside my bed, leaning over me. No breath came from his thin dark lips as his face came close to mine. His eyes blinked open, red evil eyes that reflected the fires of hell.

I didn’t have time to scream. There was no one to hear me anyway.

I hope you enjoyed my burst of imagination, every once in a while, I have to write a very short story to make room for new ones to form in the dark place at the back of my brain. Headaches persist if I don’t open the door and allow these to escape. 

Check out my first short story – rough around the edges, but it got some good reviews. 

In July, my first full length novel ‘Dead of July’ will be released. It is currently with my editor Amy Eye, who is doing a fabulous job of  turning it into a first class read.

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BEARDED LADY AND LITTLE PEOPLE

Thankfully Snake Girl fell asleep on the back seat. The hissing ceased. Jack dozed next to me, his head bobbing up and down like a beach ball on the water. Bernard took out a book from his oversized pocket and started reading it. I strained my eyes to see what he was reading. It was Dennis Wheatley ‘The Devil Rides Out’. He looked absorbed, and I hated to disturb him, but I had questions and Bernard was the most likely person to have answers.

I opened my mouth to speak, but before the words left my mouth, the bus stopped again. Bernard put down his book. We both looked at the front of the bus to see who the next passenger would be.

It was a man, no it was a woman, a woman with a healthy beard. 

She had a beautiful voluptuous body donned in a dress that belonged to another century. She looked coyly at Hitler, who openly flirted with her. She was a beautiful feminine woman, apart from her beard and moustache.

“It’s Angelica” Bernard said.

“She shaves three times a day, but she still can’t get rid of her beard”

“A bearded woman. Am I at the circus?” I asked no one in particular.

“You really need to ask. Hello, I’m a clown.”

Bernard carried on reading while I watched fascinated as Angelica and Hitler proceeded to flirt with each other as the bus rumbled through the darkness. I was beginning to think someone had slipped some LSD into one of my drinks, this had to be a hallucination.

Distracted by his girlfriend, Hitler almost missed the next stop, and slammed on the breaks, waking up Snake Girl, knocking her to the floor. She hissed and spat, waking up Jack, who clung to me terrified. He was almost on my lap he was so scared. 

She glared at us venomously, before slithering back onto the seat. Bernard kept reading. It was a noisy crowd that climbed the steps. 

Although the four identical dwarfs were the most normal of my traveling companions, they were the ones who scared me the most. I had an aversion to little people, I couldn’t help it. Someone told me it was called achondroplasiaphobia. I felt awful about it, but midget’s scared me and I couldn’t help it.

I made myself as small as I could, not hoping to fit in with them, just hoping to disappear. “Boys” Jack shouted and they little people walked to the back of the bus to join us. They were friendly, the were happy, they were talkative, and I was terrified

 

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I am a new independent author and the books above are my first short stories. They aren’t perfect, but they got me hooked. My first novel ‘Dead of July’ will be released in March 2013. I loved writing this book. It is currently with my author Amy Eye. Amy has turned my novel into something I am proud of and I can’t wait to share it with you. 

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