here is another excerpt from my work in progress...
"The death of Mr. Salvador Gilbreath"
.... Sheriff Arlan Mitchell was not aware of the severity of the situation about to transpire outside this humble little neighborhood with only six residential dwellings. Soon he would know all too well just how close to danger and death he and the young men had come. No more than twenty yards from where they were at Mr. Salvador Gilbreath lay at the edge of the woods behind his own home being devoured. As Mitchell disparaged the young men of their actions the thing that dwelt within the darkness and traveled through the mist came down from the dark hillside and dug its malformed and fractual claws into Salvador’s breast and dragged him into the darkness. It dug deep into the flesh of the old man’s chest striking the bones along the rib cage. It formed crude and shimmering teeth and sank them into shoulder and neck of the wimpering man as he lay there in the shadows of the mountains and began to feel himself die into the cold dark nether of mortality. The creature that had no name and no cause to exist drank completely and savagely until there was no more of the warm thick metallic fluid left in the old man. As Arlan Mitchell now directed one young Mr. McCreary to call his folks and tell them the situation, outside in the dark damp misty night, the demon of Black Bear Peak drew down and brought death just twenty yards away...
"The death of Mr. Salvador Gilbreath"
.... Sheriff Arlan Mitchell was not aware of the severity of the situation about to transpire outside this humble little neighborhood with only six residential dwellings. Soon he would know all too well just how close to danger and death he and the young men had come. No more than twenty yards from where they were at Mr. Salvador Gilbreath lay at the edge of the woods behind his own home being devoured. As Mitchell disparaged the young men of their actions the thing that dwelt within the darkness and traveled through the mist came down from the dark hillside and dug its malformed and fractual claws into Salvador’s breast and dragged him into the darkness. It dug deep into the flesh of the old man’s chest striking the bones along the rib cage. It formed crude and shimmering teeth and sank them into shoulder and neck of the wimpering man as he lay there in the shadows of the mountains and began to feel himself die into the cold dark nether of mortality. The creature that had no name and no cause to exist drank completely and savagely until there was no more of the warm thick metallic fluid left in the old man. As Arlan Mitchell now directed one young Mr. McCreary to call his folks and tell them the situation, outside in the dark damp misty night, the demon of Black Bear Peak drew down and brought death just twenty yards away...
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