Siege at Hawthorn Lake: Murder on the Mountain by Paul G Buckner

Author:Paul G Buckner [Buckner, Paul G]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2016-04-23T22:00:00+00:00

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The snow fall was just as heavy as ever if not thicker. Phil had seen a lot of snow before but this storm was seriously momentous to him. The wind chill alone was excruciating. He had no idea how human beings could possibly live like this for several months out of the year. He needed sunshine and warmth on his face. His thoughts lingered to his home in Oklahoma. He worked at a local factory as a welder and he was used to the extreme temperature. The snow, ice and constant freezing wind-chill were something that he could handle on short excursions but this was not what he bargained for. He had been slogging away now for what felt like hours but in reality was only about a half an hour since he found the road. He hadn’t heard anymore gun shots and thankfully, no more of those terrifying screams from that creature. He had been trying to believe that Craig and Troy had killed the beast and would be along any moment now.

It was beginning to get lighter outside though there was no sunrise that he could see. Probably wouldn’t see the sun again for weeks! He could just barely make out silhouettes of the trees that lined the edges. He clicked his flashlight off and put it away in his coat pocket. He kept his hands tucked away in his coat pockets and huddled as tightly as he could, attempting to retain as much of his body warmth as possible. His cold weather gear was well insulated, but was no match for this extended period. He was frozen to the bone and his legs screamed at him to just stop, but he had to keep moving for fear of dying out here. Every step was harder and harder. Just stop and rest, a little voice told him. It would be okay to just rest for a moment. Catch your breath and then, move on. No! He dare not. He had to keep moving. It wouldn’t be long now and he could enjoy the warmth of the fireplace and maybe some hot biscuits and bacon. The thought of the smell of bacon sizzling in the frying pan and coffee on the stove was tantalizing. Soon, he thought, soon!

Phil stopped short in his tracks as an ear piercing shriek split the cold morning air and made the hair on the back of his neck stand straight up. It sounded mournful, deep, and as if in agonizing pain yet terrifying at the same time. It froze him in place, shrinking down inside of himself trying to become invisible yet knowing he was standing out in the open roadway. There was no way of knowing what that sound was or where it came from as it seemed omnipresent on the mountain. He had never heard anything like it in all his years…with the exception of earlier when he had heard the gun shots too. But, this time, there were no accompanying gun shots.

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