Ugh, Is That Blood I Smell? - a Creepy Tuesday Tale
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you again to my new paranormal WIP, Finding Love From Roadkill,- a part of my Critter Getter series. For our journey to the unknown, I present the picture rompt "haunted house". Keep reading and enter the Halloween Wicked After Dark Blog Hop contest!!
Our young couple in love find themselves in front of a spooky house....just after they hit something on the road...let's see what happened-
"Before she could ask any more irritating questions, he jumped out and slammed the driver’s side door shut. The autumn air felt crisp against his cheeks, and he wrapped one arm around his midsection, fighting the chill as he walked. “Dadgum women, talk, talk, talk, I’d rather be out here in the pitch black in the middle of nowhere than listen to her sometimes.” The realization suddenly hit that he was indeed in the boondocks, and he felt uneasy walking back toward the site of the impact.
The small, yet powerful, flashlight illuminated the ground in front of him several feet ahead. Assorted bits of fur, aluminum cans, and unidentifiable substances littered the road. But, it was the blind spots on either side of the beam he felt uncomfortable with. Anything could be lurking and he would only know it if it happened in front of his lighted path. The hair on this back of his neck prickled and his sense of hearing heightened, listening for whatever could be out there with him. He spoke to himself through gritted teeth. “Just keep walking, get this over with.”
The heavy iron scent hit his nostrils, indicating a large amount of blood, just before he saw it. A large brown deer sprawled unmoving on the country asphalt, its’ front legs at grotesque angles. The back half lie across the sparse grass leading up to the road. Thickening blood pooled around its’ head and neck, seeping into the cracks and crevices of the chip seal.
He moved closer to the animal, inspecting the midsection for signs of breathing-there were none. He bent down and touched a section of its’ soft neck. His fingers moved tenderly across an undamaged area of coarse brown hair. The deer remained still, yet, warm, as if it could still jump up and dash away. “I’ve taken many of you boogers during deer season for my freezer, but, this feels different somehow.” He spoke sadly, almost apologetically, to the lifeless creature."Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on "haunted house"!