Very well, in honor of the wretchedly named 'hump' day I offer up a sample from THE FINAL SACRIFICE, the last book in the FORSAKEN trilogy. I hope you like it...
The four friends stood outside the doctors home, bundled against the cold, saying goodbye. Dr. Baker stood in front of Nick, he held his arms in his aging, gentle hands. “Nick, I have become awfully fond of you in the short time we have known each other. You give me hope, young man.”
Nick smiled at his friend and pulled him into an embrace. “Thanks for everything, Doc. Whenever I start to lose faith in mankind I just need to think about you. I’ll miss you.”
Jennifer jumped into the embraced. “Thank you so much, Doctor Baker. Thank you for finding me and thank you saving Nick. Thank you for everything.”
The doctor laughed and extracted himself from the embraces, pushing the two lovers together. “Well, you two are gonna make me blush. Now listen, stay together. You are a team now.” His demeanor sobered. “I mean it. Look out for each other, take care of each other. Together, you are stronger than you are alone.” He turned toward Lucky. “Well, your Grace, so the time has finally come.”
Lucky smiled sadly. “Please, Ed, no titles. Not any more. We are all the same now, aren’t we?”
“Are you ready for this?”
Lucky looked up into the sky and then around, out to the horizon. He sighed. “I cannot believe it is really the end. How could the time have gone so quickly?” he asked rhetorically. “It seems like it has just been the blink of an eye.”
Nick noticed a vibration coming from the ground, unusual because he could fell it through his insulated boots. What could be hitting the ground with that kind of force?
“Something’s coming,” Jennifer said quietly, moving closer to Nick. And something was coming. A growling and the sound of stomping were coming from the corpse of trees, near the doctor’s garage.
“We have to go. Now!” urged Lucky as the stomping came quickly closer and the growl rose to a howl. They saw the snow begin to shake off the bare tree branches as they scrambled for the Blazer. With an unholy scream, a creature ripped through the trees and charged into the clearing and toward the garage.
The monster raged toward them, burning with malice. It was horrible to look at and Nick’s brain had difficulty comprehending what it was seeing. The beast was wearing tattered and raged cloths, suggesting that at one time it might have been human. But its body was huge, well over ten feet tall, it was a study of abuse and torment; emaciated to the point of skeletal with skin torn and diseased, but, even so, it radiated impossible strength. In grotesque opposition, the belly was swollen; bloated to almost bursting. The mouth was a ragged whole, torn in the face, rotten and decaying teeth dripping gore. It was a thing of horror, a nightmare that only existed to destroy. Its white eyes burned with hate and alien intelligence. It was gaki, the hungry ghost.
Nick and Jennifer stood frozen. It was horrible, and it was real, not a projection or possession. “Get in the truck!” screamed Lucky, but it was too late. The beast was upon them. The creature screamed with rage and leaped at them, trying to crush them with its feet. Nick threw himself and Jennifer backwards, out of the way. But the doctor was not quick enough. He turned to run but was hit by the monsters foot and thrown against the garage, unconscious. With a roar of triumph the creature, with one great hand, snatched the wounded man from the snow.
Patrick C. Van Slyke. I hope to write horror. I hope people will read it.