The Monster from the Dump yard: Mutation, #1

By Draconious and Anirban Biswas

In the heart of a quiet town lies a secret that defies understanding—the enigmatic creature known as "Booga," a mutated, gigantic dog-like being, and its unexpected bond with Old Ben, a recluse living in the local dump yard. As rumors and fear grip the community, a team of intrepid scientists embarks on a journey to unravel the mysteries of this gentle giant.

"The Monster from The Dump Yard" is a thrilling and heartwarming tale that explores the blurred lines between nature and the human world. This story delves into the depths of science, revealing the extraordinary intelligence and adaptability of an unlikely predator. Old Ben's unique connection with Booga sheds light on the creature's intricate behavior, challenging preconceptions and offering hope for coexistence.

Amidst a backdrop of environmental concerns and the pursuit of a pollution-free Earth, this novel captures the spirit of resilience, curiosity, and the enduring bond between humans and the natural world. Join the scientists, Old Ben, and Booga on an unforgettable journey as they unearth the truth hidden within the depths of the dump yard, forever changing the way we perceive the creatures that share our planet. "The Monster from The Dump Yard" is a captivating exploration of science, nature, and the power of understanding in an ever-changing world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Draconious
• Release date: Nov 19, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223082811

Book preview

Chapter 1: The Haunting Road

In the heart of the tranquil countryside of Crestwood , where the road wove its way from the quaint village to the bustling suburban areas and, ultimately, to the sprawling town, an unsettling aura descended upon the landscape.  Few weeks ago, a horrible incident was taken place in this remote corner of the earth. It was late December, and evening's inky fingers had already wrapped the world in an eerie shroud of mist. In the heart of this desolate countryside, the main road, another one, snaked its way back from the biochemical factory to the rustic village to the sprawling suburban outskirts and eventually meet here with the previous one, near the village dump yard. Amidst this ethereal, otherworldly atmosphere, a lone figure pedaled his bicycle through the thickening fog. Sandy, a boy of just eighteen, pressed onward, the rhythmic creaking of his bicycle's wheels the only sound breaking the silence. The road stretched out endlessly before him, vanishing into the misty abyss ahead.

Sandy is working as a delivery boy as a part time job beside his study. He is working in a multinational online shipment company just like Amazon or flipchart , a mere eighteen-year-old boy like him needs some pocket money for trivial expenses, Unknown to him a cruel fate was waiting for him as he had ignorantly embarked on a sinister journey. Late December's gloom cloaked the landscape, and evening had cast an eerie spell on the world.

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As Sandy pushed forward, he felt an inexplicable unease crawling up his spine. The mist had become denser, swirling around him like a phantom's cloak. The road, usually a familiar and welcoming path, now seemed foreign and treacherous. Then, an acrid stench assaulted his senses, a vile odor that seemed to claw its way through the fog. Sandy's eyes widened, and he instinctively covered his nose and mouth with a handkerchief. He recognized the smell – the unmistakable, putrid stench of decay.

In order to get rid of that uncanny situation, he was pedaling through the gathering mist faster than before, Sandy felt an ominous chill creep into his bones. The road, which he had traversed countless times without fear, now seemed to warp and twist under the weight of the encroaching darkness. The inky fog swallowed every familiar landmark, turning the once welcoming path into a sinister labyrinth.

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Then, a rancid, more putrid odor smothered the air, a stench so vile it clawed at his throat and threatened to suffocate him. Sandy's heart raced as he again hastily covered his nose and mouth with his trembling handkerchief pressed it hard against his nose. He knew this smell all too well – it was the unmistakable stink of death. He continued cycling cautiously, heart pounding in his chest. The source of the repulsive odor became evident as he rounded a bend in the road. Emerging from the thick mist, Sandy found himself near the village dump yard. With cautious trepidation, he pressed onward. The source of the sickening odor soon revealed itself as he rounded a bend in the road. Emerging from the thick veil of mist, he found himself standing in front of a pack of street dogs on the outskirts of the village dump yard. They were not the source of that odor, actually it was coming from the behind of the pack .those dogs were seemed to be afraid of some unknown entity. They were not barking or making any sound, they just shoved their tails behind their legs and their furs were raised due to fear.

This was no ordinary dump yard. It was a place where the grotesque and grim coexisted with the mundane refuse of daily life. Animal carcasses, victims of an unsettling and recurring fate, were dumped here with macabre regularity, their remains left to fester and decay in the cold, unforgiving December air.

Though Sandy tried to avert his eyes from the grim tableau before him, he couldn't escape the haunting sight of skeletal remains and the overpowering stench that clung to the very fibers of his being. Suddenly those dogs ran away very quickly as they had seen something, something big, big enough to take down a whole pack of 12 dogs. What is it? he said to himself. He began to speak with himself, This is no ordinary dump yard. It is a wretched, nightmarish abyss. It was really a no man’s land between the earth and dark outer world. A nightmarish realm where the grotesque and the malevolent found their sinister sanctuary. Animal carcasses, cursed to endure a recurring cycle of torment, lay strewn haphazardly. Their festering remains exuded a palpable malevolence, as if they were whispering the secrets of their tortured existence to the chill December wind.

Sandy's heart pounded in his chest as he tried to avert his gaze from the macabre spectacle. But the spectral echoes of pain and suffering clung to him, sinking into the very marrow of his bones. He quickened his pace, eager to leave this nightmarish place behind. But little did he know that the horrors that had begun to unfold on that fog-laden road were only the beginning of a chilling journey into the unknown, where the line between the living and the dead blurred, and the misty veil of darkness held secrets that refused to remain buried. Then he realized that he had lost the direction due to dense fog and pungent smell .the road in which he was paddling for a minute is a narrow road that went to the backside of the dump yard just behind the biochemical factory. Desperation gnawed at him as he pedaled faster, eager to escape this accursed place. Little did he know that what he had witnessed on that forsaken road was only a glimpse into the abyss. The horrors lurking within the misty darkness were poised to shatter the boundaries of the living and the dead, and Sandy's harrowing journey had only just begun. The malevolent secrets concealed by the fog held a grip on reality that refused to be broken.

Chapter 2: The Unearthly Encounter

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As Sandy pedaled frantically through the choking fog, a nightmarish silhouette emerged from the swirling mists. It was a colossal creature, an abomination that defied the laws of nature. The ethereal shroud of mist and fog seemed to part and quiver in terror as the monstrosity unveiled itself before him.

The creature stood as tall as a full-grown bull, its hulking form bathed in the eerie, ghostly glow of the mist. Its body resembled a grotesque amalgamation of a giant dog and a prehistoric nightmare. Its fur, or what remained of it, was sparse and patchy, leaving mottled, sinewy flesh exposed to the frigid air. The elongated snout, reminiscent of a crocodile's, was adorned with jagged, gleaming teeth that protruded menacingly from its cavernous maw.

Sandy's gaze locked onto the creature's eyes, twin orbs of malevolence that burned with an unnatural, fiery intensity. They pierced through the very core of his being, freezing his blood and paralyzing his every instinct. The creature's gaze held him in a vice-like grip, a stare that seemed to steal the warmth from his soul.

Then, the creature unleashed a horrifying roar, a guttural and earth-shattering sound that reverberated through the very marrow of Sandy's bones. The roar was unlike anything he had ever heard, a discordant symphony of terror and anguish. As it roared, its massive jaws snapped open and shut, the teeth clashing together with the deafening resonance of a nightmarish mechanical trap.

Sandy's heart hammered in his chest, and the world around him seemed to blur as fear threatened to consume him. The monstrous entity before him was an embodiment of dread, a nightmarish fusion of the known and the unthinkable. In that heart-stopping moment, he realized that he had stumbled upon a malevolent force that transcended the boundaries of reality, a creature born of darkness and despair, and his very existence hung in the balance as the fog closed in, obscuring the grotesque spectacle before him.

Chapter 3: Desperate Flight

Sandy's survival instinct kicked into overdrive as the monstrous creature's chilling roar echoed through the