If The Moonrise Don’t Kill Him, He’ll Live ‘Till He Dies: A Short Story

October 11, 2017 at 7:29 pm (Horror, News, Short Story, The Supernatural) (, )

If The Moonrise Don’t Kill Him, He’ll Live ‘Till He Dies: A Short Story

The car drove along the road through the flat countryside.

As it approached the two hills ahead (which the road drove straight through), the driver noticed the moon was rising seemingly just above the hills.

The driver passed a car parked on the side of the road.

The occupants were all lying on the side of the road- bloodied with their throats slashed and intestines ripped out.

The driver did not stop.

The ground ahead of him seemed to shake violently as did the hills.

Lightning struck the sky above the hills.

What was his grandmother’s advice to him before he drove off on the road to see Lenore?

He forgot.

From a far off distance, he could hear the sound of wind and waves striking and slashing the nearby coast.

The driver reached for his Bible on the passenger seat but it had fallen on to the floor under the seat.

He recalled a news item he had read today about the Koforidua River in Ghana 🇬🇭 turning blood red and overflowing.

On the radio, the voice of Donald Trump was raging and threatening war against North Korea 🇰🇵.

What was his grandmother’s advice to him again before he drove off on the road to see Lenore?

He forgot.

The driver quickly gazed on the back seat 💺 to see if he had remembered to pack all his stuff before he left.

It was enough of a distraction for the driver not to see the giant black wolf with huge jowls and huge teeth that had suddenly appeared in front of him and swallowed his automobile as the entire countryside got hit by gigantic raindrops and huge hailstones.

The long huge radio antenna of the old car poked out the wolf’s right eye as he swallowed the car but one of the wolf’s canine back teeth likewise bit through the driver’s right eye as it bit off the roof so Old Testament legal precepts pretty well evened out.

It was too bad the driver hadn’t remembered his grandmother’s advice as he drove off on the road to see Lenore.

-A short story written by Christopher
Wednesday October 11th
2017.

11 Comments

  1. George F. said,

    The grandmother’s advice was…if I remember correctly because I was there…Oh yeah…she said: “These are end times. Go quietly into the night.”

  2. Orvillewrong said,

    Another sweet little saga of life in the countryside

  3. Adnama72Blog said,

    Brilliant, the dark underlining of a children’s tale. Little red riding hood was genius.

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      Thanks very much.

      • Adnama72Blog said,

        After some rearranging my book now has acknowledgement, a cover with picture, introduction and start.

  4. doesitevenmatter3 said,

    Great short story and CCR song pairing, Chris!
    My grandma said, “Be careful! Have fun! And if you can only do ONE of those things…Have fun!!!” 😀
    HUGS!!! 🙂

  5. Natasha Pea said,

    LOL. So what was the advice? If I have to guess it was “Don’t go see Lenore.”

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