Monday, 16 April 2012

Terror Scribes Teaser 9: A.J. Kirby

‘Slim?’ he called, trying hard to keep a note of fear from entering his voice.

There was no answer. He forced himself to start walking. Slim couldn’t have gone far. Most likely, he’d just stumbled in the mist. Most likely he was just holed-up somewhere, waiting for it to clear.

Taylor didn’t want to think about the other possibility. But he couldn’t help but recall the whisky-soaked closing-time conversation which had started him on this trail. The rumours of a big stray dog, ‘like the hound of the Baskervilles’, which haunted the woods. The tales of what this big dog had done to the farm animals, to the deer. Of course, in the fug of Romi’s Bar, Taylor hadn’t believed a word of it. It had been all he could do not to laugh in the bumpkin farmer’s face. But now he was out here, and now he’d heard Slim’s scream, everything seemed plausible.

What if this wolf is out there in the trees stalking me? he thought. What if it’s just waiting for me to have another stumble and then it’ll be on me: biting, tearing, clawing?

For a terrible moment, his legs started to give way. He was going to curl up into a ball and play dead, just like he used to as a child when those bullies used to beat on him in the yard at school. For a terrible moment, Taylor was about to give up. But then, the businessman in him started to speak-up: Okay, say this thing is real. Say there really is some werewolf in the woods. And say I somehow manage to get the camera working again . . . Cher-ching!

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