Today I bring for your reading pleasure (or horror) and excerpt from Cherie's new book, Once Upon A Nightmare. I dare you to read with the lights off. (I won't but that's because I'm a giant wuss and get scared easily. So maybe I shouldn't dare people. It' seems hypocritical. Hmmm. I must ponder thing while you read.
The truck hopped once again along the rutted road. James clutched the wheel. What had killed those deer? Their throats had been slashed, too ragged to be from a knife. He’d never seen anything like that in his life, but there was nothing they could do about it. He shrugged off the weirdness of that grisly clearing. He fiddled with the radio knob until it picked up a country station. Hank Williams, Sr.’s “There’s a Tear in my Beer” blared through the static of the speakers.
“Do we have to listen to that?” Cassie threw her hands over her ears.
“You live in the country, Cassie. You should learn to like country music.” James chortled before singing along. Denise’s voice joined his. How could someone live in Southwest Virginia and not like Hank Williams, Sr.? He turned up the volume to further annoy Cassie, who had pulled up the hood of her coat and smashed her hands against it and her ears to block out his caterwauling.
The headlights flickered.
He paused mid-note. The truck was twenty-five years old and not in the best shape, but he didn’t think much about it until they wavered again.
A monster hunts us. After hibernating for a decade, it’s ravenous. We long to stop this nightmare, but the end of the road is far. There is no waking up once a legend sets its sights on you.
Disappearances every ten or so years make little impact on the small town of New Haven, Virginia. Hikers get lost. Hunters lose the trail. Even when a body is discovered, the inhabitants’ memories last about as long as the newspaper articles.
No one connects the cases. No one notices the disappearances go back beyond Civil War times. No one believes a legendary monster roams the forests in Southwestern Virginia.
I don’t either until the truck breaks down on an old mountain trail. Cell phones won’t work in this neck of the woods. It’s amazing how much a person can see by starlight alone. So what if we can’t feel our fingers or toes as we hike toward the main road. How many more miles left to go?
Hear that noise?
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About the Author
Cherie Reich is a speculative fiction author and library assistant living in Virginia. Visit her website http://cheriereich.webs.com, and blog http://cheriereich.blogspot.com for more information.
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