Brandon McWethy
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The Beast in the Fog
The beast beckoned to me from the fog, the unfamiliar harmony of high pitch cries rousing the hairs on the back of my neck. It was closer this time. I took the last drag from my cigarette and calmly blew the smoke out of the open window. The orange glow inside of my patrol car faded back to early morning gray. A dense fog had snuffed out the usually bright rays of first light, obscuring the visibility of anything outside. It was not as dark as the night had been of course, just dreary. I had not minded the dull colors this morning. I rather enjoyed being eased from the darkness into the light of the day. The fog however, seemed to prolong the process of the rising sun. The fog did not prevent everything from being seen. It merely masked the light of reality. This concealment would not hide a gigantean beast, but rather allowed it to stand in the shallows of the tree line without being noticed. If a larger creature had wished to remain unseen but yet still wander closer to civilization, this would be the morning to do so. The unfocused and not fully awake eyes of any passerby would hardly be able to distinguish between the looming mass and the dark shapes of larger trees.
By Brandon McWethy3 years ago in Fiction
Ghost Crabbing
“Wanna go ghost crab huntin with us?” The question startled Brad. He looked down and saw two kids standing at the edge of the marsh with a bucket. It was not uncommon, people always walk down towards the marsh during low tide. It was however strange, in Brad’s mind, to be asked by two strange kids if he wanted to go down there. Brad had grown up near the island and usually walked the causeway to the beach a couple times a week. This particular day he happened to stop on one of the small bridges that crossed the salt-water creek and look out across the marsh lands.
By Brandon McWethy3 years ago in Horror
