Page 4 of Hunted on Halloween
There were real, honest to God monsters roaming her street. She thought she saw a vampire, a wolfman, and even a mummy.And if that see through-apparition, she saw was real, then it was a ghost.
Holy hell and past the salt. What the heck was happening?
There was a scream. She felt it to the marrow of her bones, and it was human. They were killing people. She had to go outside and stop it. How could she stop anything from happening? They would kill her and call her an appetizer.
She told her mom she’d stay inside. How could she live with herself if she didn’t try to help? Not that she had a death wish. If she died, then someone else would live, right? She wanted to live. Was anyone else wrestling with this life-changing decision?
Could she sneak out when her street was empty of monsters? Maybe pull people on the street into her house to keep them safe? Where were these supposed witches and why weren’t they helping?
“I can scent you,” a low voice bellowed.
Tia wasn’t sure who that was for, but she flipped to her knees and started heading for her bathroom. She was suddenly glad there were no windows in her bathroom.
“Where are you?” That same voice came again. She shuddered and went faster.
Was she really that jealous of her friend having a party of two that the deep voice of a monster could make her nipples tighten and her pussy moisten? Nope, she refused to believe that was it.
A loud pounding against her door reached her ears as she entered the bathroom. Silently, she closed the door behind her. Almost passing out as she tried to pant loudly. Reaching up, she turned off the bathroom light and shivered as she sat against the wall.
“No, no, no…” She rocked back and forth. Her mom promised she’d be safe if she stayed in. How could this have happened? She did what she was told.
Her hand went back to her mouth as she tried to hear if someone was in her house. Had someone broken down the door? Why had she come to the bathroom where this was only one way in and out? The door was smaller than her bedroom door.
The bang reverberated through the bathroom and rang in her head. She had to find a way out. Standing, she ran to the door but stopped when she saw the handle turning. There was a flash of light coming from under the door — the only thing that allowed her to see the handle slowly move. She flipped the lock and moved backward, climbing into the tub. She stopped the curtain from moving and bent over enough not to be seen unless you were standing next to the tub.
Please, she started praying silently. Keep me safe. If you do, I will tell all my friends how you saved me. She wasn’t sure who she was talking to, but that could be decided later. Please.
“I can hear you, little girl. You’ve been waiting all your life for this monster to wring the life out of your body. You’re dead.” He laughed.
His laugh was deep and dangerous. She was going to die at his hands. God, how her mother would weep. There was no escaping him unless another prey presented itself. At least her mother wouldn’t know how her body was reacting to him.
Tia could hear the doorknob rattling. She took in a deep breath of air, feeling a little better until he laughed again, and she realized he was playing with her. If he could kick the front door down, which was triple locked and had a chain on it, there was no way he couldn’t kick the bathroom door down with its flimsy lock.
“I can scent you, witchling. You scent like a witch and not like a necrotech.”
What the hell was a necrotech and what did that monster mean when he called her witchling?
Tia started pressing against the wall on the side of the tub. This might be the first time she ever hoped for a weak wall in a place she was living. The wall acted like it would still be standing after a bomb.
“Run, little witchling, I’m coming in.”
She popped up and jumped out of the tub, preparing herself to run. He kicked the door down and she ran. Only part of her mind recognized that he turned to the side to allow her out.
Her brain said go to the front door, but she headed to the back door. Why? Because there were two monsters walking down the street in front of her house and that didn’t seem safe. She slammed into the door, flipped the lock, and was down the steps before her brain caught up with her. Where could she go? Taking the monster to her mother’s house was out of the question.
She needed to hide. There was a small area of woods behind her house, and she knew them like the back of her hand. There were three or four places she could hide. What was it he said? That he could scent her. As far as she knew, she wasn’t smelling, but if he could scent her, then she needed to walk through the water.
“Where are you, little witchling? I bet you’re going to taste so good. The red hair was a shock, calling to me with your creamy brown skin. There were your thick thighs and an ass that wouldn’t quit. You’re going to make the best meal of my life.”
Running through the woods wasn’t something she’d ever done before. Walking at a sedate pace was her thing. Keep running, she screamed in her head. She was almost there. She would rather be cold, wet, and shivering than cold, and dead.
She screamed! Right in front of her was the male she saw in the bathroom. She hadn’t gotten a good look at him, but now she saw him in all his glory. Tia fell to her knees when she came to an abrupt halt.
“Little witchling, why does your scent seem familiar? Ready to die?”
She looked at him and almost threw up. He was a horror. His face was misshapen and there were fangs hanging from his mouth. His eyes seemed as black as the night. But his body was beautiful. It was a toned body, like a swimmer or maybe a lightweight bodybuilder. She went back to the face.
It flickered and wavered like it was a mask and not his real face.
