The clawing and half-eating of my husband and child as they slept is nothing compared to the unadulterated blood-lust I have witnessed during these months on its trail. Tracking it across the sub-continent, into Nepal, Tibet and back again, I have lived in its murderous wake and cursed myself for always being a mere step behind the vile thing.
Then, this morning I was scouring my notes for the umpteenth time and was struck by something so distinctly improbable—nay, impossible!—that it can only be the unignorable truth.
I am the investigator.
I am the alligator.
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31 Days of Spooky Tales
HorrorA spine-tingling collection of bloodcurdling microfiction inspired by the "30 Days of Spooky Tales" prompts offered up by the @adultfiction, @ChickLit, @MicroBytes and @Paranormal profiles.