By Rick Hautala
THE EVIL GLOW OF THE MOON...
lit the trail as twelve-year-old Billy Wilson walked earlier the bathroom. He knew he shouldn't have long past close to the inky shadows of the swamp — yet anything pressured him to return in the direction of the yawning darkness, the suffocating tangle, the flesh-tearing brambles of Holland Bog.
THE MURKY DEPTHS OF THE BOG...
sucked the boy into its fetid earth and claimed its human sacrifice. yet one baby wasn't adequate. It wanted a moment, a 3rd — after which not anything may perhaps cease the unquenchable starvation, the raging bloodthirst of the MOONBOG.
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Les spotted that he used to be interpreting the newspaper. whereas Marshall leaned over the paper, Les spotted that the paper appeared outdated, yellow and brittle. might be it used to be the dim lights of the kitchen, he concept, however it seemed as if Marshall used to be analyzing anything except today’s information. one other factor that struck Les as unusual used to be that Marshall by no means grew to become the pages of the paper. He learn for over 3 mins and not grew to become from web page one. no matter what that outdated fucker’s analyzing, it convinced has to be fascinating, Les proposal. even if the water within the kettle was once boiling, blowing a plume of steam up on the ceiling, Marshall lingered over front web page of the newspaper. ultimately, he glanced on the boiling water and walked over to the range. He took the kettle from the range and reached for his stained espresso mug at the sideboard. Les stood on his tiptoes, straining to determine if he may perhaps learn the headlines of the paper Marshall were learning. All he may perhaps see used to be one note of the headline: one other. slightly under that was once a grainy picture that Les couldn't make out. Concentrating a lot at the newspaper, Les forgot approximately Marshall, who used to be status by way of the counter blending sugar and milk into his espresso. As Marshall became to place his spoon into the sink, their eyes met and locked. Les used to be frozen for a moment, like an animal within the glare of drawing close headlights. He heard Marshall shout, “Hey! What the hell? ” as he ducked down, urgent his again opposed to the clapboard aspect of the home. He heard the thumping steps of the previous guy as he begun for front door. “Goddamn! ” Les muttered, squeezing the butt of his revolver as he aimed it on the door. “Goddamn! ” while a gentle without notice washed over Les, he notion for a second that the previous guy had grew to become on his outdoors gentle. however the mild moved. Les glanced down the driveway, and observed vehicle had become the driveway and was once nearing the home. “Fuck! ” His eyes jumped nervously from the upcoming vehicle to front door. because the door opened a crack, Les dropped right into a status crouch and commenced relocating clear of the home, again towards the woodpile. the entire whereas his eyes shifted from the automobile to the door and again back. the sunshine beside Marshall’s entrance door got here on because the door opened wider. Les raised the pistol and shot as soon as, the document deafening him for a second. He ran to the woodpile, now not bothering to determine if his shot hit. The headlights from the auto within the driveway shot up over his head, illuminating the massive bulk of the tree within the yard. because the vehicle pulled to a cease, Les glanced again and observed Marshall sprint from the home. He knew he used to be secure, undetected not less than for the instant. The previous guy stood within the middle of his walkway, gawking this manner and that as he scanned the encircling evening; Les couldn’t inform if he have been hit or no longer. Les cursed softly less than his breath and needed that he now had the time to take a cautious goal. He’d get that previous fucker correct among the goddamn eyes! Les watched from the border of the garden, convinced that whether he was once obvious he may perhaps simply lose any pursuit within the woods.
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