THE HUNT IS ON: THE SMELL OF DEATH
Allison Parker
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(Give It Darker Press, April 3, 2013)
Kyle Ransom is a young 19 year old kid with the summer off from college. He decides to go camping with a couple of buddies and hopes that this will also help him confront his fears about his father’s death which has haunted him for most of his life. But never did Kyle imagine that those memories would become all too real again. They soon found out they were not alone and in fact were being hunted. Kyle had flashbacks and saw the fresh blood on his father’s face and he could smell death all over again. He knew he had come face to face with his worst nightmare; but in fact Kyle had come face to face with a werewolf. Was this the same creature that had killed his father and had been haunting his dreams for years? And why did more have to die at his mercy?Warning: This horror story has very dark and disturbing images.Adults should read the story before determining whether or not it is appropriate for a child in their care.Here is a preview:It launched itself into the air, and I backed up and fell onto the ground with it landing on top of me at the same time. “Owwwwwwwwww.” It howled in pain, and I didn't even realize that I had the knife, but it was now deeply embedded in the hide of this creature.Using all the might that I had left, I pushed it off of me, and dashed for the forest. It wasn't a conscious decision, so I really didn't know what I was going to accomplish with running for my life. I could smell and hear him huffing and puffing behind me, and he was getting closer with each step that I made. It was obvious from the way it was breathing that I had done some external damage inside of it, but that wasn't stopping it from coming after its prey.“Leave me alone, I don’t want to fight you.” It was a stupid thing to say, considering the fact that it probably didn't even understand what I was saying, but it was the only thing that I came up with at the time.Running as fast as I could, the flashlight fell out of my hands, and I just kept running, while thinking that this would be the last day of my life. His hot breath was practically on my neck, but it was probably my imagination than anything else, although he couldn't have been more than a few steps behind.