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Scald Crow

Chapter 2 The Presence

Word Count: 1080    |    Released on: 10/06/2022

. The strangeness didn't end there. Lance could sense a presence at the edge of his

e picture of health. I have no idea what the marks on your x-rays are.

ory to cover the orb. The presence gripped the edge of his consciousn

r said it wa

family. She's been calling them d

id. She did not sound convinced

ip from her al-anon group. She goes to her meetings. We live in Alberta. Moose play in traff

*

l. It wasn't unusual with spring break on the horizon. Seniors and college students

ened when I was

ghway that night." She bowed her head, "When you were out, I

u didn't

I did

ruin your life

as she spoke. "I've lost so much..." He

nd on her shoul

r. The long rabbit ears flattened against its fur, and its size changed. Long curved horns sprou

wake. The presence in the back of Lance's mind forced itself forward. H

d it open. Abigail gripped him and trie

e the creature. "I don't know." He attempted to close the door, but the goat-man

Abigail dropped the car into park and started to walk aroun

ith one hand and slammed its ugly head against the car. Blood ran down the front fender. Each blow

er." He continued. She put her hand on his broad shoul

ed his victim. Slush splashed against his boot

rth. "It's okay, baby," her shaky tone and unste

*

tried to sleep, his mind jumped straight to the bloodied creature. Why didn't he stop? Wh

ark room and decided to get a glass of warm milk.

, "Geoffry, why won't you answer? Your son needs you. Something's

irs and listened. He wanted to know i

r that. You haven't talked to him in months." her sockless feet sla

who turned him ag

Something is going on with Lance, and I don't think I

d she needs me. How ab

n't wait to start over, could you

ted me near him in the first

n't try,

ugh his mind as he lay down; He didn't have a father. H

playing hooky today..." She saw the discontent in Lance's f

ll those nights. If I mattered at all, he would've tri

nt red, and she hi

I meet

n't be weird? She's

akes onto his plate, "I like her mo

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