Slash by Hunter Shea

Author:Hunter Shea
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Flame Tree Publishing
Published: 2019-09-02T13:07:19+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

Todd reached for his backpack, hoping to snatch the knife.

Instead, he grabbed hold of Vince’s jacket sleeve and pulled him hard.

“Run!”

Todd’s legs had a hard time getting started. He felt like a character in a Scooby-Doo cartoon where their legs spin and spin before actually propelling them forward.

We’re not some meddling kids and that’s not angry old man in a mask, he thought.

The toe of his boot hit into something. He looked down, astounded to see Sharon’s .38. He scooped it up and kept going.

He made sure Vince got ahead of him. He knew he was responsible for all of them being here and he would do everything he could to put himself between them and the killer, no matter how terrified he felt.

With a quick backward glance, he saw that the killer was getting close. He nudged Vince in the back with his forearm. They ran straight into the bungalow, kicking rotted boards aside.

“We need to cover the door!” Vince shouted. Heather, Sharon and Bill, who had been standing by the window watching their approach, scattered around the bungalow in search of anything to plug up the empty space that seemed as tall and wide as a massive cave entrance.

“Here!” Heather said. She and Sharon had ripped a closet door off its remaining rusted hinge. Bill helped them carry it to the front. Todd and Vince grabbed one end and they all slammed it sideways against the doorframe. Vince and Todd put their backs to it.

“We need more,” Todd urged them.

Bill pushed a moldy chair across the floor, sealing up the gap between the door and the floor. The back of the chair rested against the door. Bill got on the floor and positioned his feet against the chair, acting as a human doorstop.

Something heavy thumped against the door. Todd’s heart leaped. He leaned harder into the door.

“Come on,” he urged the ladies.

That was when he noticed the windows on either side of the door.

The empty, wide-open windows.

No sooner had he realized clogging up the door was useless than he saw a pair of legs slip through the window.

“The window!”

He and Vince let go of the door. It flipped over the back of the chair and landed on Bill. The sound of the air being punched from his lungs as the door smashed into his ribs filled the cottage.

Out of the dark, Sharon came charging wielding a thick block of wood. She slammed it against the intruder’s legs.

“Aaaaaaagggghhhhh!”

Todd had grabbed what might have once been a table leg and was about to leap out of the window and smash it against the killer’s head when he heard, “You broke my fucking leg!”

“Jesus. It’s Jerry,” Todd said.

He and Vince ran out of the bungalow. Jerry writhed in agony on the ground, his hands clasped over his shin.

“What the hell did you do that for?” He looked royally pissed.

“Why didn’t you freaking say something to let us know it was you?” Vince said.

Sharon came out and Jerry said, “Stay away from me.

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