Beasts of Bray Road: Farmstead: Beasts of Bray Road, #2

By Tom Lyons and Travis Clark

Still lost in the woods and without most of his memory, Travis's luck only worsens when he falls into a hidden pit. Not long after, he finds himself face to face with an unexpected animal. But the surprises don't end there.

Beasts of Bray Road: Farmstead is book 2 in the suspenseful series, co-written by best selling author, Tom Lyons.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tom Lyons
• Release date: Dec 13, 2020
• ISBN: 9798215294345

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Chapter 1

Isaw a snout, followed by a pair of beady eyes. Still laying in the cool mud, I sat up and backed my body against the wall of the pit. Indeed, it would be any moment until the beast dove in there and mauled my life away.

Mickey? a woman’s voice suddenly called out from not too far off. My hands and shoulders relaxed as I realized this was no beast looking down at me; it was merely someone’s pet dog. Mickey looked like one of those hunting dogs that is equipped with a superb sense of smell. It was remarkable how quickly the animal’s appearance went from instilling feelings of terror to feelings of reassurance. At last, I was saved.

What in the heavens are you doing down there? an older female said with a wholesome voice. She looked to be around the age of sixty and was somewhat butch. Her long, light grey hair was tied in a ponytail. A denim jacket and a red and white checkered baseball cap gave her a country look.

I...I’m lost, I said, stuttering on account that I almost couldn’t believe someone had found me. I’ve been trying to find my dad.

Oh dear, I’m sorry to hear that. This certainly isn’t the safest place to get stranded, the woman said. I know it sounds silly, but there was something about Mickey’s body language that insinuated he agreed. "Well, you’re safe now, she added. Let me find a way to help you on out of there."

A few moments later, I could hear something large getting dragged across the forest floor. Soon, the end of a narrow tree came into view. Yep, I think this should do it, the woman said. You’re gonna want to go ahead and step to the side.

I stood and scaled the pit wall as the slightly crooked piece of wood slid into the soil beside me.

That should do the trick, the woman said. You think you can climb your way out of there?

I gripped the wood and began to carefully inch my way up it, realizing that it was easier than expected.

Your parents around? The woman asked as I arrived at the surface.

I shook my head. Mickey immediately began sniffing me while wagging his tail. There was something so comforting about a long-snouted organism wanting to befriend me rather than consume me.

Gee whiz, how’d you get all the way out here? the woman asked.

I was in the car with my dad, and then there was an accident. There was this...this monster.

I hesitated to say the last part because I didn’t want to come off like I might be bullshitting the woman. I’m not sure why, but she just seemed like the type who wouldn’t appreciate that. I was probably worried that she might retract her willingness to help if she thought I was pulling her leg. For whatever reason, I cringed when I said the word monster. Looking back at it, I now realize that was the first time I had acknowledged my interpretation of the matter out loud. It’s interesting how we sometimes see things in a new light when we speak of them for the first time. I suppose that’s why it tends to be so impactful to share our struggles with someone