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This is a one time story.
This story does not fit in with, nor does it affect my other timeline or characters (though some of them are in it)
This story was written by me from 2245 03/30/06 to 0424 03/31/06
I just had to share it with you guys.
The forums is probably as far as this one will go though (and you'll see why I say that.)
This Fan-fic is DEFINETLEY rated R for Violence, descriptions of violence, murder, death, some language and still more death.
(Oh yes, the Friday the 13th movies inspired this)
I Call it "Balto: Nightmare in Nome".
Enjoy!
Balto: Nightmare in Nome
Started: 03/30/06 2245
Finished: 03/31/06 0424
Pages: 42
Words: 5,381
Written by: Anthony E. Rotramel
Inspired by the Friday the 13th films.
WARNING! This story will bring horror beyond imagination. The resulting mental images, descriptions and language may be offensive to some. Reader’s discretion is strongly advised! This story is therefore rated R!
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED 3 TIMES NOW!
Prologue:
It was a dark and moonless night.
The sky was overshadowed by clouds, leaving the small town of Nome, Alaska veiled in blackness.
A small dog made it’s way down the darkened streets. It was clear that something had happened to induce a great measure of fright in the small creature, for it scurried about, looking for refuge, any it could find from whatever had caused it’s frightful retreat.
The dog was not on the verge of panic, it had already crossed that line.
Finally the small creature found an open door in an old mill near the outskirts of town.
The gray dog ran into the mill, and behind a pile of old oil drums. After a moment it seemed to sense that this hiding place would do it no good, and leapt up, scurrying into an open closet at the edge of the room. The small dog put her paws on the door, and shut it. Then she hid in the darkness.
Not long passed before a shadow fell across the entry way into the old mill. The shadow’s appearance seemed to double the small canine’s fear.
The shadow moved forward, walking slowly, but with purpose, deadly purpose.
The shadow gave way to the black figure of a dog, though the absence of light in the room kept the small gray dog from seeing anything else about her tormenter.
The gray dog began to think of her friends.
It had been a quiet night in Applegate… now…
They were all dead.
The canine shook as the shadowy figure suddenly jerked its head toward the closet.
He stepped slowly, but deliberately toward the closet. The canine knew she was trapped. There was nowhere to go.
She was going to die.
She thought of running, but what was the point?
He’d always catch her.
The shadowy figure neared the closet, and the canine began to shake, backing into the corner and sliding down the wall.
The shadowy figure lowered his head toward the door, trying to see inside.
After a few moments he backed uo and struck the door, causing the brittle old wood to break and splinter.
The small gray canine cried out in fear then.
This sound seemed to only strengthen the shadowy figure’s resolve and he finally crashed through the door.
The canine screamed as he clamped his jaws around her leg and pulled her out of the closet.
He slammed her against the wall and bent down next to her.
“Please don’t…” she cried. “Please… who are you?”
The dog looked at her for a moment, and then latched his jaws around her throat.
The gray canine’s eyes opened wide with fright and pain as crimson blood began to pour from the gaping wound in her neck.
The shadowy figure then pulled his head away from her, stretching the skin and muscle he had in his jaws until it snapped, and a great spray of blood erupted from the female’s shredded throat.
She tried to say something, but all that came out was blood.
The figure looked at her for a moment, just a brief one, and then he turned and walked away.
Chapter 1:
“… and Nightshade left the old mill. His deeds were eventually found out, and he was chased to the lake outside of town. Crystal Lake. There, he was killed, and his body thrown into the lake.
They say that if you go to the lake on a moonless night, like… tonight… that you can still here his moaning…. Moahh ahhh.”
Suddenly a black dog jumped up in between two girls seated across from the story teller.
“Raaa!” He yelled.
The girls shrieked and the boys burst out laughing.
“You and your stories Rark.” The third one said, clearly unimpressed.
“It’s true.” The boy who had told the story said. “You want to go check it out? If it’s not real and you’re not scared, let’s go to Crystal Lake.”
“It’s too far.” The female said, a tone of fear starting to come into her voice.
“So you are scared Catreras.” Rark said.
“No way.” The female, Catreras, said. “Let’s go.” She looked over at the other two females. “Katie, Lilly, come on, you’re going too.”
“N..no” The white one said, “I… I don’t want to.”
“Oh come on Lilly.” Catreras said. “It’s only a story.”
“I guess…” Lilly said.
The black male walked over to Rark’s side. “Do you think this is smart?”
“Relax Duke.” Rark said. “This’ll be a chance to scare Catreras like never before.”
It didn’t take the young dogs long to walk to Crystal Lake. It was only about ten minutes outside of town.
Catreras led the group down to the water’s edge. Unbeknownst to the group, Duke snuck off, headed for the other side of the lake.
Though the other’s stopped about half-way down the bank of the lake, Catreras continued all the way down, till the water was lapping at her gray paws. Then she turned and looked back at them. “I don’t hear anything Rark.” She said.
“What’s that?” Lilly asked.
A long, low moan drifted slowly over the dark water.
The other female, who was brown, backed up the bank a ways. “Maybe we should leave. I don’t like this.”
“That’s just Rark.” Catreras said. “My God Lilly, Dana, you guys are just too ***** gullible.”
“I swear it’s not me.” Rark said.
“Oohh I’m scared.” Catreras said with mock fear. “Nightshade is going to get me, oohh.”
Suddenly, a dark dog burst out of the water and landed on her.
All the females, even Catreras this time, screamed.
Rark was rolling with laughter.
“What the…” Catreras said, her initial fright gone. She turned her head and recognized the dark dog as Duke.
Catreras was furious. “***** you!” She screamed. “That was not funny!”
“Yes it was!” Rark said, still laughing.
“You should have seen your face!” Duke added.
Catreras hopped up, and stomped up the hill.
Even Lilly and Dana were laughing now.
Catreras stopped at the top of the bank and looked down at them. “You can all go to hell!” she yelled. “I’m walking home!”
Then she turned and disappeared over the hill.
Catreras had been walking for some time when she saw a black dog about one hundred yards out.
“Are they still trying to scare me?” She thought. Catreras got a little more angry.
“This is not funny guys.” She said. “I told you I’m going home. I’ll come back when you guys grow up a little.”
She walked past the black dog, and continued forward for about five more minutes. Then she felt as if someone were behind her.
Catreras turned, and the black dog was no more than five steps behind her.
She sighed. “Don’t these guys ever give up?” She thought.
“This is getting really old!” She yelled, turning around. “Duke, you’re not scaring me anymore, you’re just pissing me off, so just stop!”
The black dog took a slow but deliberate step forward.
“Duke?” Catreras asked.
She turned to run, when the black dog suddenly leapt on her back
Catreras fell to the ground.
The dog started biting her back, and Catreras, by now, genuinely terrified, could feel blood flowing through her fur and down her sides.
She managed to turn over on her side, and dislodge her attacker, but found she couldn’t move her legs.
Tears filled the young husky’s eyes, as she began to crawl away.
The black dog regained his feet, and leapt back on top of her.
This time instead of biting her back, he tore into her ear, and raised her head, slamming it back to the ground.
Catreras screamed and rolled over again, but this time the attacker managed to keep a hold of her.
The black dog stood and pulled her to her paws, dragging her to a fallen tree only a few feet away.
Once there, he tripped her, and she fell.
Catreras managed to move her head, just missing being impaled by a broken limb.
The attacker pulled her head back up, and positioned her head above the broken wood again.
Then he began to push her head down toward the branch.
Catreras fought her attacker as long as she could, but her head was nearing the stick, the point of it brushed her eyelash, then penetrated her eye, and she screamed.
The attacker pushed harder, and with a wet pop the stick emerged from the back of the now very dead dog’s head, showering her attacker’s face with dark red blood.
The black dog looked at the corpse, and then walked slowly away.
Chapter 2:
“Do you think we should go see if we can find Catreras?” Lilly asked.
“Yeah, what if she gets lost?” Dana added. “You know she’s never been great with directions.”
“I suppose we should.” Rark said. “It was all in fun, she didn’t have to get so pissed off about it.”
The dogs started up the bank.
“Where’s Duke?” Lilly asked, noticing for the first time the black dog’s absence.
“Probably headed home.” Rark said. “I told him to wait by the side of the lake in case Catreras came back, but it’s been so long, he’s probably left by now.”
“Oh.” Lilly said. “Well let’s go, I don’t like this place.”
Rark nodded. “Alright.”
As the dogs disappeared over the bank of the river, a dark object floated to the surface of the lake, and slowly drifted to the shore.
It was the body of a black dog.
Rark, Lilly and Dana had been walking about ten minutes when he saw the shadow hanging over a dead tree.
“Hey girls.” He said. “You guys continue on home. I’ve got to check something out.”
“What is it?” Lilly asked.
“Don’t worry about it.” Rark said, never taking his eyes from the shadow. “Just go on home, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Okay.” Lilly said.
“Bye Rark.” Said Dana.
“Bye…” Rark replied.
The two females continued on alone.
Rark waited until they were out of sight before he walked toward the shadow. It looked vaguely familiar.
As he neared the log he broke out into a run, and stopped beside it.
He threw up.
He’d found Catreras, and she was very, very dead. A broken stick stuck out the back of her head, and blood and gore coated the ground beneath her.
“She must have tripped or something…” Rark thought.
Suddenly he sensed something behind him, and turned.
Rark barely had time to scream before the black dog tore out his throat with his razor sharp claws.
The brown dog fell to the ground, twitching a little, his eyes wide and confused as he bled to death in the snow.
The black dog hardly looked at the doomed youth as he walked past.
Lilly and Dana had been walking for a little while now, and were nearing town, when Lilly stopped.
“Do you think something bad happened to Contreras?” She asked.
“Why would you think that?” Dana asked.
“Well it’s just that… Rark had us leave him pretty quickly… maybe there was something he didn’t want us to see.”
“I don’t think so.” Dana said.
“Dana?” Lilly said.
Dana sighed. “What is it Lilly?” She asked.
“Do you believe it? What Rark was saying?”
“No.” Dana said. “It’s just a story.”
“You’re probably right.” Lilly said. “… but what if it is true. The legend says that a visitor to the lake on a night like tonight… that he’ll come back and be free to kill again…”
Dana turned to face her sister.
“Lilly that is only a story. It’s something someone made up. Dog’s don’t come back from the dead.”
Lilly smiled. “You’re right. I don’t know why I was so scared… It’s all just a sto…”
Dana saw Lilly’s eyes open wide and her muzzle started to quiver.
“What is it now Lilly?” Dana asked.
The skin on the front of Lilly’s neck stretched forward, until a set of four extremely sharp claws poked out of the front of Lilly’s neck.
Lilly seemed to be trying to say something, but was unable. Blood filled her open mouth, and dripped out around her teeth.
A steady flow of blood started to coat the young female’s chest, turning her white fur bright red, as a black paw emerged from her throat.
Dana screamed as she saw the black dog behind her dying sister, his paw sticking into the back of her neck.
Dana turned and ran.
She ran and ran, trying to forget what she had seen; trying to forget that the black dog was surely following her.
“It was only a story…” She thought.
Dana jumped a fallen tree.
“Only a story…”
She jumped over a fence and dashed toward the road.
“A story…”
Suddenly bright white light filled the right side of Dana’s vision and she turned her head just in time to hear squealing tires as the driver of the car slammed on his brakes.
In her haste to get away from the awful scene of her sister’s murder, she hadn’t looked before she crossed the road.
She should have.
The car hit the small pup going almost thirty miles an hour, flattening her in the matter of a few seconds.
Dana’s midsection exploded as the car’s weight pressed down on her small body, coating the road in a thin sheet of blood and entrails.
Chapter 3:
Kodi and his team had been traveling for a little while now. He didn’t want to stop for the night this close to home, but the musher commanded it, so he did.
The musher unhooked the dogs, and settled down to sleep.
Kodi did as well and it was almost three hours later that he awoke and felt a need to relieve himself. Not wanting to do so in the middle of the team and his bed, he got up and walked a little ways into the woods.
When he had finished he stood and then he noticed a black dog standing nearby.
Kodi was always the friendly type, and decided to see if the newcomer needed help.
He walked over to the black dog, and then stopped.
Beside the dog was the head of another, and the black dog seemed to be covered in blood.
“Oh ******…”
Dusty had lain down only an hour ago. She had been hoping that Kodi, her mate, would return from his trip tonight, but something must have kept them, because they didn’t show.
Kodi was a member of the mail team, so delays were understandable.
Dusty had decided to get some sleep and resolved to see her mate in the morning, probably early.
She had been awoken a few moments ago however, by a scratching sound at the door of the barn she lived in.
Dusty got up, walked over to the door, and pushed it open.
Kodi stood outside.
“Kodi!” Dusty said. “I didn’t expect you home this… late… Kodi?”
Something didn’t look right about him.
Dusty stepped down next to him.
“Are you alright?” She said, nuzzleing him.
Kodi’s head slid to the right, and fell off his body.
Dusty did not comprehend what had happened for a few seconds, then she opened her eyes.
Dusty screamed and jumped back, away from the horrible sight that lay before her.
She began to cry, and turned, running back into the barn.
“Who could’ve done this?” She thought as she pushed the door closed.
Dusty turned around, and saw a black dog standing in the barn.
“Who’re you?” She asked.
The black dog said nothing, just took a slow, deliberate step forward.
“Stay back!” Dusty said through her tears. “I’m warning you!”
The dog stepped closer.
“I said stay away from me!” Dusty yelled.
She started to back away, and the dog ran at her.
Dusty screamed again as the black dog landed on her back, knocking her sprawling to the floor.
The dog bit the back of Dusty’s neck and she screamed again, as warm blood trickled over her body.
The black dog raised her head off of the wooden floor and slammed it back down. Then he picked it back up and smashed her face again.
Dusty felt her nose break, and her mouth filled with blood.
The black dog raised her head again.
“Please don’t!” She screamed. “Please!”
The black dog slammed her head back to the ground again and again, and again, and again, and again, until finally, with a sopping crack, the gray husky’s head split open, and blood flowed over her face.
Though she was now unconscious, the dog continued to slam her head into the ground, again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, until Dusty’s head resembled more of a wet sponge than anything living.
The dog dropped Dusty’s body to the wooden floor and glanced at her, though momentarily, as he walked out of the barn.
Chapter 4:
Jenna and Gemeni had been conversing in the boiler room for some time now. It had been a while since the two friends had talked, and they had a lot of catching up to do.
Gemeni was getting tired though, and it was time for she and Jenna to say goodnight and go to bed.
“I’ll see you tomorrow Gemeni.” Jenna said.
“Yes, I’ll come see you.” Gemeni said. “There’s still a lot we have to talk about.”
“Well you have a good night.” Jenna said.
“You too.” Gemeni said.
Jenna turned and walked out of the boiler room.
Gemeni had almost decided to sleep here in the boiler room. It was nice and warm, and she and her mate, Drake, hadn’t been getting along too well here lately.
Gemeni licked her paw and rubbed her ears with it.
She’d always been very clean, and couldn’t stand being dirty. Unsatisfied with her results, she repeated the process.
She had her back to the boiler, so she didn’t see the black dog, as it bit the handle of a red hot poker.
Gemeni had just begun to close her eyes, when she heard something moving in the boiler room.
She opened her eyes and screamed.
Jenna was walking home when she suddenly remembered that she’d told Balto that she’d spend the day with him tomorrow.
“I’ve got to let Gemeni know I won’t see her tomorrow.” Jenna thought. “Otherwise she’ll be looking for me. I hope she’s still at the boiler room.”
Jenna turned around and headed back.
The black dog set the red hot poker on Gemeni’s shoulder, and using his jaws, drove the poker through her shoulder, and to the bone beneath.
Gemeni screamed again, and the dog twisted the poker, grinding a hole through the bone, and splintering the ribs beneath it.
Gemeni’s eyes opened wide and her mouth fell open, as the red hot steel slid into her heart and lungs.
She began to gasp for air, but seemed unable to find any.
She looked up at the black dog. Her gaze pain filled and confused.
Then her head fell to the side and Gemeni died.
Just then Jenna stepped into the boiler room.
The first thing she noticed was the black dog, then the blood… and then the poker sticking out of her friend.
“Oh no!” Jenna screamed. “No!”
The black dog looked up at her.
“Night… shade.” The voice was a cross between a whisper, and a growl. The sound was deep and evil.
Jenna screamed again, turned, and ran. The black wolf followed, walking slowly, deliberately.
Chapter 5:
Jenna knew exactly where she had to go.
She had to go find Drake.
She ran all the way to his and Gemeni’s home, and scratched hurriedly on the door.
Drake answered it soon after, and she could tell he’d been sleeping.
Jenna started crying again.
“Jenna, what’s the matter?” Drake asked.
“Gemeni... she’s… she’s dead.” Jenna said, trying to talk through her tears.
“What?” Drake asked.
“She’s dead.” Jenna said. “I… I saw her.”
“Who… when?” Drake asked.
“It… it was a black dog… called… called himself… Night… Nightshade… I think.”
“Say that again?” Drake asked, a confused look on his face.
“Nightshade.” Jenna said.
“That can’t be.” Drake said.
“Wh.. Why not?” Jenna asked.
“Because… when I took over as keeper of the law, Doc told me about a Nightshade… he was a killer, as cold as there ever was… he came from Applegate, but one of his victims came here, so he followed. Doc had him killed, and his body thrown into the river… this… this was before you or I were even… even born… I didn’t think anyone else knew of him…”
“Well… he just… just killed Gemeni!” Jenna said.
“You must’ve been mistaken.” Drake said.
“She’s there…” Jenna said. “In the boi… boiler room, I saw her.”
“Jenna, why don’t you go on home.” Drake said. “I’ll come by your place tomorrow and we’ll go check together. I’m sure everything will look better in the daylight.”
“No!” Jenna said. “You… You don’t understand!”
“Jenna, I said go home.” Drake said.
She looked at him for a moment, then nodded. “Alright.”
Jenna turned and walked down the steps.
Drake laid awake for the next twenty minutes thinking about what Jenna had said.
“What if Gemeni really is dead?” He thought.
He couldn’t seem to get that question out of his mind.
Abruptly his thoughts stopped, as he heard a crash in the other room.
“Now what was that?” Drake thought.
He stood up and walked into the kitchen.
The window beside the table was broken.
“What the…” Drake thought.
He walked over to the window and looked at it.
Then he turned around.
Standing in the kitchen was a black dog.
“Who are you?” Drake asked.
The dog ran at him, and hit him in the face.
Drake was surprised by this unexpected attack, and fell to the ground.
The black wolf put his paw on the back of Drake’s head, and put all his weight on it, grinding Drake’s head into the floor.
The black dog pushed a little harder, and a pool of blood began to spread from underneath Drake’s struggling form.
A little more pressure and the back of Drake’s head split like an eggshell, coating the black dog’s paws in blood and brain matter.
Chapter 6:
Jenna woke up Balto as soon as she returned home, telling him the whole, awful story.
As she finished, she was crying and sobbing harder than Balto could ever recall hearing her.
“Hey Jenna, It’s alright, you’re safe now.” Balto said. “I’m here, and I won’t let anything harm you. Now I’m sure Drake is right. Something isn’t right about this, I think you misunderstood what you saw.”
“No!” Jenna cried. “Balto I saw him! He’ll come for us next!”
“Jenna you’re really starting to scare me with this talk.” Balto said. “Just lay down and go to sleep. No one is going to hurt you while I’m here.”
Jenna laid down in her bed beside Balto.
“I… I hope you’re right…” Jenna said. “I hope…”
Then she laid her head on Balto’s shoulder and quickly succumbed to sleep.
Later in the night, Balto was awoken by a scream outside the house.
He looked down at Jenna’s sleeping form, and gently laid her head on the cushion of the doggy bed.
Then he stood up and walked outside to see what the commotion was.
Balto walked all around the house, but didn’t see anything. “Probably just my imagination.” He thought. “Jenna’s really got me flustered.”
As he was walking back, he saw a dark shape flit out from behind the house.
“What was that?” Balto thought. “Might as well check it out.”
Balto walked around to the back.
There was a machine that Luke used to get wood from the loft of the barn to the first floor of the house.
It consisted of a chute and a piece of metal that held the stacked up firewood from falling down the chute. The door was operated by the means of a small lever on the ground floor of the barn.
A piece of wood slid down the chute, and clattered to the ground, joining several others near the wall of the small cabin.
“Wonder why that’s happening?” Balto thought he knelt next to the wood and began sniffing it, looking it over.
Unbeknownst to Balto, a black paw pushed the chute sideways until it lined up with Balto’s head.
The black dog tugged on the lever.
Balto heard the piece of wood tumble down the steep chute, and turned, just as the twenty-five pound block of wood hit him in the face, smashing the back of his head on the cabin wall.
Balto’s head exploded.
The wall of the cabin was dripping with blood and gore as Balto’s body slumped to the snow.
Chapter 7:
Jenna woke up later that night.
She opened her eyes and looked around.
The house was dark and empty.
She shivered.
Jenna felt Balto beside her, and she rolled over, burying her face in his neck, trying to forget the awful image of that poker sticking through Gemeni… and the blood… all that blood.
Something felt wrong though. On her nose, she felt wet. Soon, her face felt the same, damp.
A strong copper smell reached her nose, and she opened her eyes.
The scream stopped in her throat. She couldn’t make a sound except to whimper.
Balto’s head hung over the side of the basket, his neck, what she’d just buried her face in, was covered in blood.
Jenna realized she was covered in it as well.
Covered in blood.
In his blood.
In Balto’s blood.
He was dead.
Jenna stood up very quickly, and this time she did scream.
Standing in the middle of the room was a black dog.
It started to walk toward her, slowly, deliberately.
Jenna jumped back and turned, running into the kitchen. The dog followed at his slow pace.
Jenna saw her only exit, and took it.
She ran and jumped through the plate glass window, shattering it.
Jenna landed on her side on the porch, and tumbled down the steps, stopping in the snow.
She looked up.
The black dog stood at the window.
Jenna turned and ran.
She had to get back to Drake.
She knew now, what she had seen had been real. Gemeni was dead… and Balto… Balto…
Jenna just ran.
It didn’t take Jenna long to reach Drake’s home. She saw the shattered kitchen window, and leapt through it, a sense of dread filling her.
He’d been here.
The black dog.
The killer.
Jenna’s fears were realized as she saw Drake’s body on the floor.
She screamed again and looked up.
The black dog stood in the next room, and started toward her, slowly, deliberately.
She screamed and jumped through the broken window again, taking off into the night.
She had to find her son Kodi and his mate Dusty.
She had to warn them.
Jenna ran up to the barn that Kodi and Dusty made their home in.
She ran up the porch, tripped, and fell.
She turned to see what she had tripped on, and screamed.
Her son, Kodi’s body lay on the porch, and…
He had no head.
Jenna jumped to her feet and pushed the barn door open.
What she saw there she wished she hadn’t.
Dusty was dead…
Very dead.
When Jenna looked up again, the black dog was there again, at the end of the barn.
“How does he always catch up to me!” Jenna thought.
The black dog started walking toward her then, slowly, deliberately.
Jenna screamed again, and ran out of the barn.
Somehow she had to kill this monster, but how?
Suddenly she had an idea, and sprinted for the old mill at the edge of town.
Jenna ran into the old mill and prayed that power was still supplied to this place.
She knew she didn’t have much time. It wouldn’t take long for the black dog to catch up to her.
Jenna ran over to the large power saw at the end of the room. She saw with a gasp of relief that the green light on the control to the saw was on.
Now all she had to do is wait for the black dog to leap across the platform, and push the button.
The saw would come out, and that would be the end of her problem.
Jenna didn’t have much time to think about what she planned to do, because at that time the black dog stepped through the door to the old mill.
Jenna had to fight a very intense need to flee again, but managed to hold her position as the black dog started toward her, slowly, deliberately.
It took several minutes for the dog to cross the room, and then he stood in front of the platform, watching Jenna.
Then he jumped at her, jaws open wide.
Jenna screamed and hit the red button with her paw.
The saw came out of the platform, but it was too slow.
The black dog sailed over it, and slammed into Jenna.
She screamed again as the black dog swung his paw downward.
Jenna rolled sideways and the dog’s paw struck the floor. His claws splintered the aging wood.
Jenna came up on her feet, and dashed up a steep set of wooden stairs leading to a catwalk high above the ground floor of the old mill.
The black dog followed, slowly, deliberately.
Jenna got to the top and sprinted down the catwalk.
Then she noticed with dismay that the catwalk ended.
She slid to a stop, and turned, preparing to dash down the stairs, but it was too late.
The black dog was there.
He walked toward her, slowly, deliberately.
Jenna knew she was dead.
The fall was much too great to risk jumping off the catwalk and her attacker blocked her only exit.
The black dog walked right up next to her and stopped.
Jenna began to cry.
The dog snapped at her, intending to rip out her throat, but Jenna turned at the last moment, and the black dog’s jaws tore into her shoulder.
She screamed as blood pumped out of the deep wound and over her leg.
Jenna turned, wrenching her shoulder from the black dog’s jaws, and screamed again.
She hit the black dog, and he stepped back. She hit him again and he reared up on the edge of the cat-walk.
“***** YOU!” Jenna screamed.
She hit him again and the black dog tumbled over the edge.
Jenna watched as he hit the power saw down below and fell to the floor…
…in two pieces.
Jenna felt lightheaded and thought she might fall off the catwalk herself.
She carefully climbed down the steep steps and jumped over the black dog’s upper half, as it was blocking her way.
Then she walked slowly out of the old mill.
Jenna felt the cool wind on her face, and looked up.
The sun was just peeking over the horizon.
The night was over.
The nightmare was over.
Jenna limped slowly back into town.
Epilogue: (3 years later)
“… and so they re-buried Nightshade in Crystal Lake, and it’s said that if anyone ever returns there on that moonless night, he’ll come back again, free to kill once more.” The brown pup finished.
“You’re so full of ****** James.” A young golden female said.
“No really Katie, it’s true, I swear.” James said.
“No dog can rise from the dead James.” Katie said. “…not even psycho-murderers.”
“Oh really?” James asked. “You’re not scared? Not even a little bit?”
“No.” Katie said.
James smiled.
“Then what do you say we go to Crystal Lake? It’s not too far from here.”
“I don’t want to go out there.” Katie said. “It’s late and I’m tired.”
“Chicken.” James said. “You are scared.”
“Hey screw you.” Katie said. “Let’s go.”
“Alright.” James said.
“Let’s go….”
THE END
(or is it?)
The Characters Rark, Catreras, Lilly, Dana, Drake, Gemeni, Nightshade, and the events of this story are © 2006 by Anthony E. Rotramel
The other characters are © Universal Pictures and Amblin Entertainment.
All Rights Reserved.
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Wow. Just wow. That was gross, disturbing, scary, sad, and AWESOME. VERY well written. I could really see what was going on. 
And poor Jenna. 
All alone. I don't think I'll be sleeping well tonight, which means you did your job well, per usual.
Balto!
