Infected

By J.R. Pestel

After a brief encounter with a woman Jacob met at a bar the night before, he awakes to a bloody mess in his bed. He discovers a nasty gash on his neck is to blame. While he and his friend Larry are on their way to ride their dirt bikes in the Arizona desert, he begins to feel ill. As the day progresses, he begins to hear screams and moans, and begins to imagine seeing things. It only gets worse from there.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Screaming Demon Books
• Release date: Dec 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223938842

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Infected

A Short Horror Story

J.R. Pestel

~~ Screaming Demon Books ~~

This short story is dedicated to my 10th grade English teacher Mrs. Sorenson, with whom I never got along but realized years later that she helped instill a desire in me to succeed. Even though she’s no longer with us, I think about her often.

Copyright (C) 2017 Janine R. Pestel

Layout design and Copyright (C) 2018 Janine R. Pestel

Published 2018 by Janine R. Pestel

Cover Design by Janine R. Pestel

Cover photo by Sumala / 123RF Stock Photos

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the author’s permission.

Infected

The sun was not yet up when Jacob awoke. He lay on his bed staring up at the ceiling when, as though hit by a truck, he noticed the gripping pain in his shoulder. He sprang up in bed as he grabbed at the laceration and let out a scream.

Oh, God! What the fuck? he said as he stumbled out of bed. The pain was burning as though someone had pierced his shoulder with a red-hot piece of steel. He winced, his lips drawn tight over his bared teeth. His eyes were closed tight. Oh, yeah, he said, opening his eyes and remembering the night before. That damned bitch.

The memory came back to him. It would have been a pleasant memory if not for all this pain. He looked over at the blood-stained sheets. What the hell