Beast from the Fog

By Michael Paterson

Marc becomes the local hero when he saves the souls of the residents of a small town from the Beast from the Fog.

This story has some Adult themes and adult language.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michael Paterson
• Release date: Oct 5, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463169476

Michael Paterson

I write from my childhood for the love of adventure. My imagination has never changed writing is part of who I am.

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Beast from the Fog

michael paterson

Published by Michael Paterson, 2018.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

BEAST FROM THE FOG

First edition. October 5, 2018.

Copyright © 2018 michael paterson.

Written by michael paterson.

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Beast from the FOG

Marc Anthony, a 20 year old college student, yawned and rubbed his tired eyes. The drone of his powerful V8 engine was humming him to sleep. The adventurous nature of the trip had sustained him during the first leg of his journey, despite 14 continuous hours of non-stop partying the night before. But, now the newness and adrenalin were wearing off. He opened a pack of no-doze and took two tablets. He shook the coffee thermos and found it empty. He needed to stop.

He blinked at the blue road signs as they passed, looking for a place to stay, or a place to gas his fuel hungry V8 engine. He grabbed a large plastic bottle of Dr Pepper out of an open ice cooler and held it in the crook of his arm. He opened the bottle while he drove dangerously using his bottle-ladened elbow. After a few daring swerves and swoops he drank from the bottle, once again cheating death in an attempt to quench his thirst, and wash down the pills.

Marc sighed and reclosed the bottle. He had planned his trip to avoid New Orleans. He had been told it was a confusing mass of one-way streets. He didn't mind, he enjoyed driving at night, but his choices for gas stations were limited. Most closed after ten. Mile after mile passed. A blue sign appeared in the distance. He watched it hopefully until the word gas appeared. With a slight grin he slowed and turned up the offramp onto highway 51. The roar of his engine echoed off the trees and cement as he accelerated up the ramp.

Marc expected to see a gas station at the intersection at the top of the ramp, but was disappointed to find the area deserted. One pale yellow street light lit a coin-operated ice machine and a dirty telephone booth. He stopped in the intersection and looked both ways. He reluctantly turned north. He must find gas.

The pills were beginning to work. Marc drove for several minutes wide awake and happy. It was a nice night. He looked out his window at the full moon reflecting off the water of a swamp. It was beautiful. Frogs and crickets sang as he passed. The smell of growing things perfumed the air. He had seen lightning in the distance earlier, but all was quiet now. He hummed along with the music on the radio, while tapping on the steering wheel.

A distant object appeared in the road. At first he thought it was a light or fire, but as he drew closer he saw that it was a bank of fog extending across the road. The moonlight was playing tricks with the fog, it seemed to glow and pulse with a life of it's own. Marc felt his skin prickle as he drew closer. His nostrils flared and the hair stood up on the back of his neck. Something was wrong, very wrong, as if he were sensing evil. How in the hell...

Marc entered the fog. He had a million fleeting visions of sex, murder, and debauchery. Naked, dirty, withering bodies touched his own. The stench of hell filled his nostrils, a sweet cloying, evil