Note: Nothing is more appropriate than a sample from a horror novel in celebration of Halloween, by the author of the work who — by the way — was born on that notorious day! So with no further ado, please enjoy this sample from my upcoming horror novel — An Interstate Ghost Story: The Girl on the Highway. And Happy Halloween!
Adrianna had fainted while in the truck with the older stranger. The sight of a human head at her feet was horrifying enough, but the fact that the lips had been moving had caused a light-headiness, which overcame her willpower to stay lucid.
Now she slowly regained consciousness in a very dank, dark place. A mixture of terrible odors assaulted her sense of smell in a way that almost made her nauseous. She smelled a sweaty, soured, and a strong coppery scent. She felt as if she was lying on a narrow, hard object of some sort, maybe a bench. The scents around her were simply unnerving and truly offensive. As she opened her eyes, she saw a hint of light ahead and to the right. But her vision was hindered by something between her and the light. She tried to move but couldn’t. She suddenly realized she was tied up with some type of material, maybe burlap, covering her. She could feel the rough texture of the material hard against her skin. She realized that she was naked after barely moving her hands around enough to confirm it.
A shishking sound, like knives being sharpened, commenced, grating on every last nerve fiber and seemingly testing what little was left of her sanity.
Should she call out? After thinking about it for a couple of minutes, she decided her best move would be to feign unconsciousness and run as soon as soon as this sick bastard untied her. Extremely terrified by these very unnerving sensations surrounding her, she realized that her situation did not present a very favorable outlook.
SHISSSHK! SHISSSHK! SHISSSHK!
Why the hell was he sharpening knives? Was he planning on cutting her up or something?
Would he untie her before he killed her? She continued to think about what all he may possibly do to her.
She wondered if he would rape her. She then realized that if he was going to do so, he would have to undo the binds on her ankles. And what would she do if he did undo them? She then decided she would have to kick him as hard as she could, get to her feet, and run the hell out of there, wherever in God’s name she was!
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