Horror / Halloween / Scary
A Night to Dismember
One man’s garbage is another carnivore’s meal!
“Honey, it’s Monday . . .” my wife called out.
Oh yeah, tomorrow’s garbage day. “Is it gathered?” I asked.
“Yep, by the garage door.”
I grabbed my flashlight. We lived out on the edge of town and there were usually deer hanging out. I liked to put the light on them and see them in the dark. I guess I like the deer in the headlights look.
It was late October. As I stepped outside, the cold hit me, then the dark did. It was pitch black. I’d just gotten home a few minutes earlier and it had been a little overcast but you could see a few stars. Now there was nothing.
I heard a coyote howl in the distance. Damn things. They run off the deer and eat cats, nothing but a freakin’ nuisance.
I’d grown up here, left for a career in the Army, and then came back. Growing up in West Virginia, you just naturally spent time in the woods, hunting and fishing. I was no exception. There weren’t any coyotes then, just a bear or two. Some genius decided to reintroduce them and the population was exploding.
It was about two hundred yards down the driveway to the garbage bin. I did this walk every Monday…
