#fantasy – weekend wittle wead – SQUELCH
and in the shadow, Deccan Munro strains his eyes to see the profile of the thieving killer, he nicknamed Squelch. The name due to the sound that awakens him in the middle of the night. The horror sound of another slash to the throat of one of his prize Alpacas.
‘Maud,’ He whispers, ‘Hand me my rifle.’
A tired farmer’s wife with little, to no sleep over the past few nights yawned and rolled over. Her husband driving her crazier than his imaginary Squelch, that he insists is killing his Alpacas. ‘Come back to bed Dec love, we checked them an hour ago, they were fine then and will be just fine now.’
‘Maud,’ he called her name in a high pitch hiss, ‘My rifle! Now!’ his tone cut through her and with a ‘humpf,’ she threw back her blanket. Bare feet on a cold floor she tippee toed to the closet and, with a squeak of the door retrieved the weapon.
A loud deathly squeal left her lips as a mouse rushed from the open door that caused Maud to find comfort on the top of the bed. Her feet stomping with fear as she held the gun, cocked and ready to kill the vermin on site.
‘BOOM!’ Maud was in no mood. The furry mess of an exploded pest, complete with a hole the size of a football was left in her frightened, hostile wake. ‘Got you!’ She jumped up and down on the bed with excitement, the pesky-rodent had given her hell for days. It appeared and then jutted out of site. Only stayed long enough to have her heave tired limbs onto the nearest chair or table. Joy and devils kill gleamed in her eyes.
Deccan stunned at his tiny, gentle wife’s victory dance shook off the vicious attack on the small invader and moving over to her, snatched the gun from her hands. Once he felt safe again, he looked down through the floorboards and there were his three prize Alpacas. Their remains on the floor below, the shotgun had blown a hole right through to the cellar. ‘Maud, you did this!’
She smiled. Her eyes glistened with evil as they squinted at him, her lip curled up. ‘You kill the Squelch and you kill me.’ Her laugh was hideous and he knew this vision before him was an imposter.
‘Maud,’ he gasped with shock at the discovery. ‘The moon has taken you over too,’ He turned the gun on her and fires the weapon; Maud turned to dust and disappeared.
‘Goddamned werewolves, just as well I never liked her much anyway.’