All at once, the wolves began to howl, the ghastly noise filling the night. Treacherous beasts.
Their warning fails as the hitchhiker enters my car, thin as a scarecrow, poor guy.
As I snuff my cigarette in its ashes, his silver bullet ricochets off my skull.
My shock shifts to amusement at his horrified confusion. We've evolved beyond his expectations.
I no longer have moral qualms about tonight's dinner. He doesn't open the door fast enough.
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Drawing in the Reins: An Illustrated Collection of Reined-in Horror
Horror[Ongoing] A collection of short, unsettling tales accompanied by my artwork. Updated every Wednesday. Feedback is always appreciated! Stories are mine. Artwork is mine. Cover art is mine. © 2020-2022 SkittishReflections - L. M. Shayle
