Beasts of Bray Road: The Accident: Beasts of Bray Road, #1

By Tom Lyons and Travis Clark

Many know that the area surrounding Elkhorn, Wisconsin has been a hot spot for dogman sightings; however, few know of the horror that Travis Clark and a few others lived through because of the creature. Over twenty years later, he has decided to share this true story with the world.

Beasts of Bray Road: The Accident is book 1 in the suspenseful series, co-written by best selling author, Tom Lyons.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tom Lyons
• Release date: Nov 13, 2020
• ISBN: 9798215800829

Book preview

Chapter 1

When I opened my eyes , I quickly noticed how everything was so blurry; as far as I can remember, it was the first time that I had experienced impaired vision. As I sat upside-down in the passenger seat, I patted my forehead, hoping that doing so would somehow force the throbbing headache to go away. The smell of gasoline and burnt rubber was so potent that it left little question about whether it contributed to my nausea. It took me a few moments to recollect why I was inside the vehicle in the first place. Oh, that’s right—my dad and I were on our way to...wait...where was it again? I turned my attention to the driver seat; more importantly, where was Dad? And why were there streaks of dried blood that had slid down the backrest of where he once sat? As I unbuckled my seatbelt, my small and immature body plopped onto the roof of the vehicle. It’s a good thing we were riding inside a Mitsubishi Montero—a car that had a higher roof; otherwise, I might’ve never woken up due to my head getting squashed like a bug.

When I stepped out of the vehicle, I couldn’t remember where I was or even what state I was in; all I knew was that I was standing on a paved, grey-colored road that, as far as I could see, was in the middle of nowhere.

Dad? I muttered as I stepped around the tipped-over, dark green SUV. He was nowhere in sight. Dad!? I shouted several times. There was no response other than the echo of my high-pitched, ten-year-old voice. The more steps that I took, the more I realized how sore my neck was, forcing me to wonder how long I had been unconscious. The autumn air was brisk, motivating me to cloak my noggin with the hood of my sweatshirt. Enormous trees with leaves of various colors lined both sides of the street. A small section of gravel and tall grass was all that separated the pavement from the dense forest.

Dad!? I called out one more time. Again, there was no reply. I made my way back over to the vehicle to examine the driver's side. The door was hanging halfway open, and it wasn’t long before I noticed that there were a series of odd-looking scrapes within the paint that surrounded it. Sure, it was apparent we had been in an accident, but even my adolescent brain possessed enough logic to suspect that these scrapes were created by something else. My heart rate increased as I began to get creeped out. I didn’t need any more evidence to know that something was terribly wrong. At that moment, I would have done anything to have laid eyes on a house that I could run to, yet, I didn’t have the slightest idea of what I’d be running from. Without further hesitation, I booked it into the section of woods that was closest to the vehicle.

As I crouched behind the most massive tree I could find, I wondered what time it was. It might have been due to my still fuzzy vision, but it seemed like it had already gotten a bit darker since I woke up. How much time did I have before sundown? Suddenly there was a rustling noise that came from somewhere