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Buck and his friends began to make their way through the woods, as the sun began to set in the distance. Buck yelled “Come on you guys, let’s get a move on, I don’t want to be in here all night you know.” They were almost to the clearing when they stopped again. In the distance, the sound of some sort of gas-powered device was close. Buck volunteered to peak out of the woods and see what it was. Across the way was a man with a weed-whacker, trimming the edge of the lawn. The boys snuck out one by one, and proceeded out to the gravel road and walked around to the other side of the mansion. The man was too far away to hear them, and at a bad angle to see them. The boys hid around the other side of the hedges that was the back side of the labyrinth. “We should be fine from here on in, that old guy out there won’t hear us. I doubt that he ever seen us.” Buck said.
“Are you sure, Buck?” Lincoln asked.
“Well, you still here the weed-whacker don’t you? Although it is rather late to be doing…”
“Yes, Buck, ARE YOU SURE?” a voice commanded. The whole group jumped back, and there was the man from the other side of the lawn. He didn’t have his weed whacker in hand this time.
“Who the hell are you?”
“My name is Tim. I take care of the grounds here. I’m also here to invite you.”
“No thanks, we don’t need an invitation, we were just leaving.”
“Oh, I’m so sure that that’s a good idea. The woods are dark, and full of all sorts of creatures of the night.”
“We’ll take our chances. Its too far from here.”
“I’m sorry that your plans, have changed, Buck. Please forgive me.”
“Well, we really weren’t planning on staying, right guys?”
“No, I meant your plans on leaving. You and your friends aren’t going anywhere.”
“The flip we’re not. Who’s gonna stop us, Tim and his nasty weed-whacker?”
“No, Tim the nasty damn werewolf, and his pack of friends.” Tim grabbed Buck, and began to shake all over. Buck watched as Tim’s eyes began to change color to an eerie red, and his teeth lengthened into long, sharp fangs. Hair sprouted all over Tim, as he made his metamorphosis into a large, burly, werewolf. Tim had picked Buck up off the ground a few inches until his feet were no longer touching ground. Buck kicked him where it counted and Tim dropped him onto the grass lawn.
“Run for the damn hills!!! Run!” Buck screamed. Tim howled out into the night and began his charge towards the crowd which split up and ran. As Tim stood there howling and screaming, he contorted and convulsed and it was as if his body split and tear itself apart. There were now two Tims.
Calvin looked around the property and saw more of them coming out of the woods, and from around the back of house. Calvin ran like the wind and was looking for way into one of the structures. A gang of the boys ran in between the house and the mausoleum, full speed, Buck in front, screaming orders as they ran. They passed the front doors of the mausoleum, and kept going towards the rear of the estate. As they rounded the next turn, one of the boys, Paul, was grabbed by a long, hairy arm that dug its long claws into his skull. As he screamed in terror and was hoisted into the air above the lycanthrope’s head, as sort of an offering to the god of the full moon, he drew him into his mouth and bit completely through his neck. Two more wolves passed by the messy scene at the corner, and went in the directions of the boys.
Calvin was about to run into the labyrinth when he was stopped by a snarling werewolf already in the maze. He turned to run and saw three more gaining on him. To his left was the wolf making a meal out of Paul, and behind him was the mausoleum. As he pressed against the doors his elbow touched glass, and in a swift motion he elbowed the pane, shattering the window. Reaching in, he snapped the lock, and turned in time to escape a diving attack that the werewolf in the maze had tried with him. It missed to the left and smashed through the door, breaking even more glass, but catching itself on glass. Calvin grabbed the wolf around the top of the head and began jamming its throat down across the jagged broken glass. The wolf exploded in screams, yelping like a scalded dog. Blood sprayed all over the door, catching some on Calvin, as he ran inside and slammed the door shut. Calvin knew he was in the mausoleum because he felt the draft of the cold air. His eyes were locked in front of him to make sure that the wolves did not make it inside. As he backed up and entered the hallway of the mausoleum, he noticed that there were tiny flickers in the hallways. Turning his head sideways, he could see that the hallway was empty, and that there were candles lit on the walls. Their eerie golden glow made the setting even more scary than he had imagined. No werewolves yet, better get going, Calvin thought. He made his way down the hallway, following the long hallway and the trail of candles.
Buck and his buddies were still being chased by the killer werewolves: One in the garden, one coming out of the woods, and two near the front porch. The boys began crying, for the end looked bleak. As they stood there with no chance of escape, Buck felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around.
(End of Chapter 8)
-Killer Klown
This entry was edited on August 27, 2009, 12:22 pm.
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