HAPPY HALLOWEEN
THE HUNTED
by Ambien
It was a dark, chilly, autumn night in southern east Texas. The weather unusually cool for October here. Fayann had not realized it was getting so late as she bid her good friend, Shelby, goodbye. It had been two months since Shelby had given birth to baby, Dylan, and it was good seeing her friend, Fayann again. She had kissed Fayann's cheek and again begged her to spend the night. Foolheartedly, Fayann said she'd be careful and again told her bye.
It was only a fifteen mile trip down Fm Rd 1008. The road was long, winding and narrow with rolling steep hills. Fayann had long feared driving the road at night. Many people of the area had lost their lives trying to pass a slower driver on that farm road. The state had put up a large sign attributing to the amount of people that had been killed in the last ten years. They had hoped that people reading the sign would be more careful.
It had been a lovely trip this morning cruising down the long winding road, with the sun shining, the beautiful fall leaves and cool crisp air. Fayann loved this time of year. But now it was getting dark and the trip not so nice. The road was dark, dreary and torturous at night. The beautiful old oak tree limbs that over shadowed the road this morning, now branched out eerily in twisted snakelike arms. There were miles of nothing but thick pineywood trees and oak trees. A few old rustic looking homes were scattered every so many miles. Their yellow porch lights radiated out like beacons illuminating the night. Occasionally an old hoot owl hooted, crickets chirped, and a lone dog barked. A sudden violent gust of wind made the tree limbs creak and groan. An armadillo scurried about loudly rustling for food in the underbrush. The noises terrified Fayann.
It was an old, small, unsophisticated, backwoods southern town. Most people turned in early for lack of anything else to do. There were only three good television channels. The only people awake at this time were a couple old drunks at a run down bar called "The Crows Nest" on the outskirts of town. You could hear ,Doug, a portly old retired welder boasting loudly of the catfish he'd caught that day.
Turning the radio on and listening to George Jones belt out "White Lightening" helped to squelch the growing uneasiness in Fayann's mind. About four miles down the road she wished she had listened to her older brother, George, when he cautioned her to take the car to the garage last week. He had said, "I don't like the sound your engine is making" "Why don't you take it to Jacob's garage?"; but, Fayann desired a pair of gold earrings she had seen at Sears two days ago. She had put off having the car repaired until her next check. She wished now she had heeded George's warnings. How she wished he were here now. As she started to climb the fourth hill the engine started to sputter and clamor. It just chugged and coughed like a sick animal "Damn", she muttered, the car was slowing down now and it would never make it to the top. She pumped the gas peddle rigorously ,cursing under her breath, and it only sputtered more. The car slowed to a crawl. She reluctantly pulled it over onto the roadside, trying again three times to start it. A decision had to be made, either remain in the car and wait for someone to pass by and give her a hand or try to walk to the next house up the road. Not many cars were traveling down the road at this hour. Fayann decided with trepidation to go for it.
Getting out and locking her doors, she pulled the lightweight denim jacket closer to her chest. She wished for the heavier lined wool jacket at home. The wind was making the prickly little hairs on her neck stand up. A raccoon was chattering incessantly as if she had disturbed him. She had rummaged for the flashlight in the glovebox but remembered it was in the desk drawer at home. Fayann commenced her journey hoping she could see by the limited light the moon eerily etched out, which wasn't very much.
It was almost pitch black, the thick pineywoods of that area hid what little light came from the moon. The nocturnal noises seemed so loud tonight. The cricket chirped and the owl screeched. The wind whipped at her legs. "Oh, why?" asked Fayann, "Did I wear a skirt tonight?" The next house was another two miles up the road and her legs were so cold.
She suddenly heard a low guttural growl on the other side of the road and quickly looked in that direction. There was a barbed wire fence running along side the road. "Maybe it can't get out?", hoped Fayann. She thought it was her imagination playing tricks on her. Maybe it was just a cow. She began to hum loudly hoping she wouldn't hear anymore noises in the distance. Her eyes and ears started playing silly little games. She suddenly saw movement by the old oak tree. Faintly she heard a footstep in the shadows. A tiny little creak, but enough to send shivers down her back. It was hard to hear over the panting of her own breath. A tree limb swayed in the distance and looked like a knarled old hand reaching for her. Fayann turned to her left to avoid running into it. There behind the oak tree staring back at her were two yellow half moon eyes . "No", thought Fayann "It can't be!", "It's just my imagination!" Probably tricks the light and fog were playing on her mind. "Where was the moon tonight?" "Must be an overcast sky to be so dark," thought Fayann. She started walking briskly! The tapping of her shoes were loud as they hit the concrete.. tap..tap..tap.. She could hear her own heart beating loudly and it pounded in her ears. Every noise was amplified. When she took a step she would hear.... (It) take a step. Probably just a dog, maybe a large dog, thought Fayann. The twigs were crunching noisily under the weight of (It's) feet. She quickened her step... (It) quickened it's step. A cold sweat excreted her pores; she swiped at the sweat pouring into her eyes. Every muscle was taut. It smelled her fear and hastened it's pace. Swiftly (It) closed the gap. "Why didn't I get that engine repaired", thought Fayann! "What will my family discover in the morning?" "Will I be recognizable?", she asked herself. She broke into a run! She knew now with uncertainty; (She).. was the prey! (It) was the hunter! She ran faster, every nerve taut as she strained to hear where (It)was. She could smell the stench of it's animal breath panting behind her as (It) closed in. The loud growling and grinding of (It's)teeth. Turning she saw the yellow half moon eyes and it's long white fangs. They were stained with old blood and smelled of the stench of decayed flesh. She felt it's power and sensed it was stronger than anything she had ever encountered in her life. It pounced! Fayann felt the breath knocked out of her as she tried to scream. (It) lunged at her back. She felt the piercing pain as a rib, her own cracked beneath it's weight. (It) sunk it's teeth into her throat. (It) began to rip and mangle her flesh. Fayann felt the power of the hunter as he moved in on his prey! A loud high pitched scream was the last thing Fayann heard, as half her throat was ripped from her body.
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