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The Attack (standard:horror, 2489 words)
Author: Casey PoncianoAdded: Aug 09 2001Views/Reads: 3548/2425Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
2528 was a scary road, especially in the dark. But it was the fastest way to get home for Christian and his parents. And they hit something that stops them beside the road. Something that attacks Christian and his parents. Something that changes Christian
 



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“Daddy, I’m sorry,” I said. 

“Christian, it’s not your fault.  I should have kept my eyes on the
road,” he said.  That’s one thing I loved about him, he’d always made 
me feel better whenever something bad happened.  “Is everyone alright?” 
he asked. 

“Yes.  Christian, are you okay?” my mother asked. 

“Yeah.  My head is just a little sore from hitting the window,” I said
as I rubbed my head.  I knew I would live.  It was just a little bump 
on the head. 

“Carrie, Christian, stay in here.  I’m going to check what we hit.  It
was probably a coyote or a wild dog,” he said. 

“David, please be careful.  What I saw was too big to be a coyote or a
dog.  Please be careful,” my mother said.  She then grabbed his arm and 
squeezed very tight.  Dad looked at her. 

“Calm down, Carrie.  You’re scaring Christian.  Everything’s going to be
all right,” he said as he gently lifted her chin.  He kissed her on the 
lips and tried to make her feel safe, but the kiss didn’t work.  She 
was still scared.  I smirked at the kissing because I thought kissing 
was weird, especially when my parents did it in front of me.  “Now open 
the glove compartment and hand me the flashlight,” he said.  She did 
so.  However, she was very scared that she had a hard time opening the 
glove compartment and nearly dropped the flashlight while handling it 
to dad.  “Carrie, calm down,” my father repeated again.  I followed him 
with my eyes as he got off the van, except the only thing I saw was the 
flashlight. 

It became cloudy outside, the fog settled in, and the orange moon and
the bright stars were gone.  It became extremely dark and the 
flashlight looked as if it was floating.  “Carrie, I found what we 
hit!”  My father’s voice came from behind us.  We looked toward the 
sound of his voice and we could only see the yellow light of the 
flashlight he was holding. 

Mother stuck her head out of the passenger window.  “David, what is it?”
she yelled. 

“I...I think it’s dead.  It’s...it’s not breathing.  It looks like a
dog, maybe a St. Bernard.” 

But, I knew it wasn’t a St. Bernard because no one lived on this road
and that dog couldn’t survive on its own.  Especially, dogs like that.  
Then all of a sudden we heard howling.  At first, mother and I thought 
they were the coyotes that were out in the country, but the howling 
sounded a little too close.  Coyotes are generally afraid of humans, 
but this one didn’t sound like it was. 

“David, please be careful!” mother yelled. 

“It’s okay, Carrie. I’m going to roll it over and see what it is.”  I
heard him use all his might to move the animal.  “It’s... on... its... 
back.”  It had to be huge.  “There, I moved it.  It’s-, oh my God!”  He 
started yelling and we could see the floating flashlight fall to the 
ground.  Then we heard growling and we heard struggling.  Then we heard 
the sound of something tearing.  “Carrie!  Carrie!  Get out of 
here---,” he yelled, and then the yelling stopped.  It sounded as if he 
was gurgling on something.  I became very scared because the only thing 
I saw was the flashlight rolling back and forth and the yellow light 
colored with red. 

“David?!  David?!” my mother yelled.  Except, he didn’t answer.  I
started crying after the silence.  I knew something terrible happened 
to him. 

My mother started crying.  She rolled up the windows from the van.  Then
she locked the doors.  She checked them twice to make sure she locked 
them correctly, because she was trembling so badly.  She tried to turn 
on the van, but the keys were not in the ignition.  My father had taken 
them.  I jumped to the front seat, sat with her, and closed my eyes.  
She hugged me very tight crying my father’s name and rocking back and 
forth.  I continued crying and I begged my mother that I wanted to go 
home. 

Then we heard a growl very close.  First it was at the back and then it
was at the front.  It was extremely dark to see what it was.  The 
growling became louder and louder.  Whatever it was came closer from 
both sides.  I wondered if there was more than one.  I never opened my 
eyes.  I put my hands over my ears and hoped that maybe this would make 
the noise go away.  I whispered to it, whatever it was,  “Please, go 
away, please leave us alone.”  Then the noise stopped.  Mother and I 
stopped crying.  I thought whatever it was, was gone. 

Mother then wiped our tears away. 

“Christian, go to the back seat,” she said.  I opened my eyes and looked
at her. 

“Are we going home?” I asked as I jumped to the backseat.  I was very
scared and I just wanted to be in my bed, asleep. 

“Yes Christian.  I have to see daddy first,” she said. 

“No mommy,” I said and I grabbed her arm.  Then I noticed that there was
pair of yellow-glowing eyes peeking in from the passenger window.  
“Mommy!” I yelled as I pointed to the window.  She looked toward the 
window, but she did not see what I saw.  The yellow-glowing eyes had 
disappeared.  She then turned her head toward me with a questionable 
face. 

“Christian what---.”  She did not finish her question.  The noise of
breaking glass stunned her.  It came from the window beside her.  I 
looked at her as she looked at a creature breaking in.  She tried to 
jump to the back seat, but the creature swung an enormous claw through 
the window and grabbed her by the throat.  It pinned her to the seat 
squeezing her throat tightly.  She held on to the creature’s arm and 
struggled with all her strength to get free, but she was losing. 

“MOMMY!” I yelled as I tried to reach for her but she wouldn’t move. 

“Christian.  Chris---.”  Blood started pouring from her throat and she
started choking when she tried to say my name.  Finally she let loose 
of the creature’s arm with her left hand and held her hand out to me, 
but it dropped like a puppet’s hand of no string. 

“MOMMY!” I yelled at her once more, except there was no answer.  She
leaned her head forward and the creature swung the other claw inside.  
It sliced the back of her neck and blood raged out.  I looked at her 
again, but could no longer see her eyes.  Her head was no longer there. 
 The creature had torn it off.  Bits of flesh scattered among the seat 
and then blood gushed out of her neck.  She was dead. 

All I could do was yell and cry.  I cried for my mother and I cried for
my father, but there was no answer.  They were dead.  The only things 
that I heard were the monsters outside as they growled and howled.  “I 
just want to go home,” I told myself, hoping that someone would hear 
me. 

I sat in the middle of the backseat.  I lifted my legs and hugged my
knees to my chest.  I held myself very tight and I kept crying for my 
mother and my father.  I didn’t want to believe that they were dead.  I 
closed my eyes and covered my ears again.  Then the noise stopped.  
There was no growling or howling.  I knew they were hiding, but I 
needed to get out of there. 

I opened my left eye first and looked around slowly.  Nothing happened. 
Then I opened my right eye and looked around and still nothing.  I 
looked toward the front seat to see my mother’s lifeless body, but it 
was not there. I slowly lifted my right hand and reached for the right 
door, then a creature zoomed at me with its glowing eyes through the 
window. 

I jumped back to the middle of the seats as the creature pounded at the
door with its body.  I could feel the van rocking back and forth, as it 
tried to get in.  It looked at me, snarled, and showed its razor sharp 
teeth.  The teeth had stains of my parent’s blood and the huge snout it 
had, had also covered in their blood.  Saliva and blood slowly fell 
from the creature’s mouth.  It wanted me dead.  I backed up to the left 
side of the van as the creature broke the window with its claw.  I 
backed up all the way until I touched the left door.  I crossed my arms 
in front of me and I held myself.  I was very frightened.  It’s 
yellow-eyes just looked at me with hunger and then it made a deep 
growling noise. I then heard another window break on my backside.  I 
yelled and I tried to run, but another creature grabbed me.  I felt 
it’s hairy arms as they prickled my skin.  I felt a sharp pain on my 
left shoulder.  I looked at my left shoulder and I saw blood as it 
poured down my arm.  My left arm went numbed.  I heard sirens and the 
creature let go of me.  I looked toward the front of the van, and the 
last thing I saw was the red and blue lights.  I fell to the floor and 
blacked out. 

When I came through, I woke up in a hospital and I was in good health. 
The doctors thought it was strange of me healing so quickly because on 
the night of the attack, my left shoulder was severely torn into 
pieces.  But when I woke up in the hospital, it was healed.  I wanted 
to leave, but they wouldn’t let me.  They wanted me to stay overnight 
for more tests.  They wondered why I was able to heal so quickly.  I 
wondered that too?  They also wondered why I didn’t have an appetite 
for any type of food.  I told them, I just wasn’t hungry.  I eagerly 
waited for the night to come.  For some reason, the inside of me knew 
that when the night would fall, I would be hungry.  Why did I feel like 
that?  What killed my parents?  I wonder what attacked me? 


   


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