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|The Beast Within (standard:horror, 372 words)|
|Author: kendall thomas||Added: Dec 13 2002||Views/Reads: 2047/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A woman alone in a cabin in a snow-covered wilderness.|
The Beast Within By Twisted Wabbit . The snow lay deep on the ground. There was a flat, trackless expanse around the log cabin, whose roof was hidden with snow, its sides half buried. There was a white forest of pine farther on that surrounded the cabin. And beyond, a night sky full of bright stars and a horned moon. Silence reigned everywhere. Except.... Karey heard the howl. Closer now. She got up from the rocking chair and went to the corner of the cabin, near the front door, and picked up the double-barreled shotgun. It had returned. How many times she couldn't remember. Always coming closer. Tonight, she sensed, it would come for her. She had never known any animal to howl as it did. It was not a wolf; she was certain. She was not a believer in the supernatural, but she could not put aside the Indian legends she had heard as a child, some about a creature that was half human and half beast that roamed about the hills and vales, ravenous for human flesh, carrying its victims off in the night and devouring them alive. Silly legends, but still.... She sat back down in the rocker, cradling the shotgun across her lap. She dozed. Suddenly she started. A chill breeze reached her. She glanced over to the door. It was wide open. She could see the snow-covered pine far beyond, glowing in the moonlight. Then, with a rousing sensation of prickly horror, she knew. It was in the cabin with her! She heard a thump in the bedroom. Cautiously, she rose, holding the shotgun aimed before her. The bedroom was cast in shadows. A small lamp glowed dimly on a nightstand. It was there! She saw its reflection in the vanity mirror. A scream was buried in her throat. It was too horrible! It was beyond belief. She was gazing into the very heart of evil. Shakily, she raised the barrel of the shotgun and squeezed the triggers simultaneously. The next day, the postman found the cabin door open and tracks leading out, disappearing into the forest beyond. Inside there was a shotgun on the bedroom floor. Lying about were fragments of the vanity mirror. The End Tweet
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