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Authors: T.W. Piperbrook
Tags: Werewolves & Shifters
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the quiet prevailed.
Abby swallowed a breath.
She inched out from beneath the bed. The house remained silent.
Even if it had gone, she knew it would be back. Once it didn't find her outside, it would return. She needed to get out of the house.
In her head, she formulated an escape plan: out the back door, into the woods. Help might be waiting on the other side of the forest—a house with a working phone, a neighbor who could provide refuge. She knew her chances were slim, but at the same time, she couldn't afford to stay.
She slid back into the open, careful not to drag her knife on the floor. Once upright, she glanced around the room. Her eyes were still adjusting, and she could see shapes around her, objects lurking in the dark. Every one of them looked like the beast.
What if it was in here with her?
She swallowed back the thought and got to her feet, wincing at the soft rustle of her jacket. Across the room, she could see the faint outline of a window. She crept toward it, intending to look outside. She needed confirmation that the creature had left. Some proof that she was alone in the house.
Her boots creaked; her socks pressed against her toes. Her limbs were raw and cold. When she reached the window, she found the corner of the shade and lifted it up. The glow of the outdoors crept past her, illuminating the room. She kept a safe distance from the glass to avoid detection.
The neighborhood was emblazoned in white. From her position on the second floor, she had a bird's-eye view of the road, and she inspected the area with fear-soaked eyes. To her left was the faint outline of her raised ranch; on the road was her snow-covered Honda.
The creature was nowhere in sight.
All she could make out was a red trail in the middle of the street. It looked like the last pieces of Rob had been dragged out and consumed.
Chapter Eleven
Abby covered her mouth with her hand. The only thing worse than knowing her husband was dead was the knowledge that the creature had eaten him. She clenched her eyes shut, trying to dispel the image.
Rob was dead. She'd known it before, but now it was final.
There'd be no burial, no saying goodbye. The tears began to flow again, and her eyes flicked to the house next door—hers and Rob's. She could make out a hint of vinyl siding, bits and pieces of the snow-covered roof. It had been Rob's idea to move here, and she'd followed him. If they'd stayed in Georgia, this never would've happened.
She remembered her mother's words when she'd left for Connecticut. The change will be good for you, sweetheart . It's good to have new experiences in life. Six months ago, Georgia had been the only home she'd ever known, and Abby had been reluctant to leave. But her mother had instilled confidence in her, assuring Abby that she was making the right move.
And so Abby had taken the plunge. Now she was starting to regret it.
But she needed to trust her instincts now. She needed to get out of here.
The life she'd had with Rob was over.
She glanced behind her, using the brief light of the window to determine her path. It was then that she noticed the body in the room. In the darkness, she hadn't detected it before.
She seized up.
A woman was lying on the bed. She could just make out Adeline's portly frame on the bed, her wiry hair. Her head was tilted too far back, and one of her slippers was missing. On her lap was a pistol. Abby let go of the shade and darted to the woman's side.
She whispered the woman's name, but there was no response.
Abby checked the woman for a pulse. The body was lifeless and still. She swallowed and reached for the gun, taking it in her hands. The barrel was cold. Metallic. Was it even loaded? She didn't know. She could only assume Adeline hadn't gotten the chance to fire it.
If she had, Abby would've heard it.
The creature must've gotten to her first.
Abby reeled back from the bed, suddenly positive that she was alone. The Pierces and the Morgans
Abby swallowed a breath.
She inched out from beneath the bed. The house remained silent.
Even if it had gone, she knew it would be back. Once it didn't find her outside, it would return. She needed to get out of the house.
In her head, she formulated an escape plan: out the back door, into the woods. Help might be waiting on the other side of the forest—a house with a working phone, a neighbor who could provide refuge. She knew her chances were slim, but at the same time, she couldn't afford to stay.
She slid back into the open, careful not to drag her knife on the floor. Once upright, she glanced around the room. Her eyes were still adjusting, and she could see shapes around her, objects lurking in the dark. Every one of them looked like the beast.
What if it was in here with her?
She swallowed back the thought and got to her feet, wincing at the soft rustle of her jacket. Across the room, she could see the faint outline of a window. She crept toward it, intending to look outside. She needed confirmation that the creature had left. Some proof that she was alone in the house.
Her boots creaked; her socks pressed against her toes. Her limbs were raw and cold. When she reached the window, she found the corner of the shade and lifted it up. The glow of the outdoors crept past her, illuminating the room. She kept a safe distance from the glass to avoid detection.
The neighborhood was emblazoned in white. From her position on the second floor, she had a bird's-eye view of the road, and she inspected the area with fear-soaked eyes. To her left was the faint outline of her raised ranch; on the road was her snow-covered Honda.
The creature was nowhere in sight.
All she could make out was a red trail in the middle of the street. It looked like the last pieces of Rob had been dragged out and consumed.
Chapter Eleven
Abby covered her mouth with her hand. The only thing worse than knowing her husband was dead was the knowledge that the creature had eaten him. She clenched her eyes shut, trying to dispel the image.
Rob was dead. She'd known it before, but now it was final.
There'd be no burial, no saying goodbye. The tears began to flow again, and her eyes flicked to the house next door—hers and Rob's. She could make out a hint of vinyl siding, bits and pieces of the snow-covered roof. It had been Rob's idea to move here, and she'd followed him. If they'd stayed in Georgia, this never would've happened.
She remembered her mother's words when she'd left for Connecticut. The change will be good for you, sweetheart . It's good to have new experiences in life. Six months ago, Georgia had been the only home she'd ever known, and Abby had been reluctant to leave. But her mother had instilled confidence in her, assuring Abby that she was making the right move.
And so Abby had taken the plunge. Now she was starting to regret it.
But she needed to trust her instincts now. She needed to get out of here.
The life she'd had with Rob was over.
She glanced behind her, using the brief light of the window to determine her path. It was then that she noticed the body in the room. In the darkness, she hadn't detected it before.
She seized up.
A woman was lying on the bed. She could just make out Adeline's portly frame on the bed, her wiry hair. Her head was tilted too far back, and one of her slippers was missing. On her lap was a pistol. Abby let go of the shade and darted to the woman's side.
She whispered the woman's name, but there was no response.
Abby checked the woman for a pulse. The body was lifeless and still. She swallowed and reached for the gun, taking it in her hands. The barrel was cold. Metallic. Was it even loaded? She didn't know. She could only assume Adeline hadn't gotten the chance to fire it.
If she had, Abby would've heard it.
The creature must've gotten to her first.
Abby reeled back from the bed, suddenly positive that she was alone. The Pierces and the Morgans
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