Horror / Halloween / Scary
A Night to Dismember
“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 night, never seeming to remember to take it down until late.
It was still, really still. Then a slight breeze. What the . . . my nose crinkled and I squinted my eyes against the smell. A damn skunk was my first thought and then oh hell no, that’s no skunk. If you haven’t smelled a skunk, let me tell you: it’s pungent. And distinctive. The scent penetrates the sinuses and then hangs out there for a minute or two. This was no skunk.
I started the trudge down the driveway, puzzling over the smell. Not roadkill, but something similar?
Dead animals also have a powerful and unique smell. It’s just about as bad as skunk. Roadkill stink seems to curl up your nose and then sink hooks in there to stay a while. This wasn’t roadkill but something to do with death, I could tell.
The smell was getting stronger as I got closer to the garbage bin. I flicked the light on and moved the powerful beam…