Beasts of Bray Road: Chicken Blood: Beasts of Bray Road, #3

By Tom Lyons and Travis Clark

Left in captivity, Travis scrambles to find a way to defend himself against his abductor. But even if he somehow escapes, what happens if he encounters the mysterious, highly aggressive dogman that roams the local woods?

Beasts of Bray Road: Chicken Blood is book 3 in the suspenseful series, co-written by best selling author, Tom Lyons.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tom Lyons Books
• Release date: Jan 13, 2021
• ISBN: 9798215612699

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BEASTS OF BRAY ROAD

CHICKEN BLOOD

A recount by

Travis Clark

and

Tom Lyons

BEASTS OF BRAY ROAD: CHICKEN BLOOD

Copyright © 2021 Travis Clark and Tom Lyons

All rights reserved. No part of this may be reproduced in any form or without the authors' prior consent, except brief quotes used in reviews.

All information and opinions expressed in Beasts of Bray Road: Chicken Blood are entirely the author’s and are based upon his perspective and experiences. He does not purport the information presented in this book is based on any accurate, current, or valid scientific knowledge.

Acknowledgments

It’s certainly not an easy task for someone to discuss their encounter with cryptids. Thank you to those who found the courage to tell their experiences.

Out of respect for those who were involved, all of the following names have been altered as a means to protect their privacy.

Important Note

This book is the 3rd book in the series. I highly recommend that you complete Beasts of Bray Road: The Accident before you begin this book. You can grab your copy at the link below.

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Epilogue

Conclusion

Editor’s Note

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Chapter 1

An ounce of relief washed over me as the sounds of stampeding feet came past the closet and into the small bathroom connected to the left side of the bedroom. Knowing damn well that this might be my only chance, I jumped out of the closet and bolted down the hallway, internally praying that the main entrance had been left unlocked. My heart rate sped up as I observed that the door appeared to be shut. I didn’t even turn around; I could both hear and feel the heavy footsteps not all that far behind me. When I grabbed hold of the doorknob, I first turned it to the right and pulled; it didn’t open.

No, no, no! I gasped. But after I turned it to the left, I felt the brisk autumn air caress my cheeks. That brief feeling of hope got squashed when the large hand extended over my left shoulder and slammed the door shut before I could squeeze my way through. Without even a millisecond of hesitation, I wound up my torso and swung the bedframe leg at my abductor’s face just as I would with a bat and a baseball.

Aaaarrrrhhhggg! the man shouted, immediately gripping the left side of his head as he stumbled a few steps backward. Before I knew it, I was out the door, running past the array of creepy targets, scanning the area for the first available gate within the abnormally high fence. Although I was getting closer to Keith’s main house, I decided to take my chances with being spotted by anyone else who might reside there; with no time to hide, I knew I had no choice other than to rely entirely on my speed.

When I finally arrived at a gate that was off to the side of the main house, I was again disheartened when I noticed a heavy-duty lock securing it. For a few seconds, it appeared as though there was no hope to get out of there; however, that was before I heard the noise of boots running along the nearby terrain. There was something about that noise that pretty much propelled me over that fence. My determination to escape caused my adrenaline to pump so hard that I barely remember climbing over it. Before I knew it,