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The interior of the van was lined with industrial plastic wrap. All the rear windows were spray painted black to dissuade the curious from peeking in. A steel mesh partition separated the main cab from the rest of the van with a small door that remained closed.

He laid Janet’s unconscious body on the small child-sized mattress, and then went for the red tool box pushed up toward the front of a built-in storage container. The container was as long as the van was wide and held various painter’s items such as four empty paint cans, rollers, and a small step ladder. These were all cleverly fastened to a false bottom, which Russell could lift up with just enough room to store his tool box, the mattress, the plastic wrap, and of course… a body.

Before each kill, Russell prepared the van in this way. It was simple, easy to dispose of the mess, and could easily be modified if he suspected he was being followed for any reason. He could quickly tear everything down and toss it all into the secret compartment.

Several days before each kill, Russell purchased various colors of paint and spilled the contents of the cans throughout the back of the van (especially the color red, just in case the heavy plastic was ripped and blood leaked through). He would allow the paint to dry to complete the illusion of a painter’s van and the sharp smell of the various paints would cover any unexpected odors of dead flesh, especially in the hot summer months.

Russell had never had an opportunity to test his clever deception because he was always the careful driver, never going too fast or too slow. He believed in being prepared for the worst, and since the van was where he conducted a lot of his early surveillance of intended prey, he had to be prepared. Also, if anything unexpected ever came up during a kill moment, he needed a back-up place to take his victims to complete his missions. The van served as such a place.

Janet moved sluggishly atop the mattress as Russell opened the tool box and removed a roll of duct tape. He then stepped outside the van and closed the exterior doors to conceal the ripping sound of the tape as he measured out the strips he would need and lined them up on the inside of the doors. With the efficiency of an experienced killer, Russell re-entered the van, gently closed the doors, and turned Janet on her side. He then chose the strips he needed and bound her hands behind her back before carefully rolling her over, as her arms sank within the mattress. Janet began to stir from her sudden discomfort while Russell took another strip and roughly placed it across her mouth.

Her eyes came open before she knew what was happening. Janet began to resist.

He already had her legs pinned beneath his own weight as Russell returned to the tool box and retrieved the large hunting knife concealed within.

Stick it to her, boss! Fuck that troublesome bitch for all the time she’s wasted tonight!

With the other one driving him to the brink of madness, to the edge of complete and mindless savagery, Russell roughly cut his shirt off of her chest, slicing it with the knife right up the middle. He placed the knife tip beneath the center of her black bra and snapped it cleanly away, revealing her womanhood like some dark offering. He tore the rest away and the savage took over, until there became no distinction between his pelvic thrusts and the knife blade that struck her chest again… and again…

And there was blood… so much soothing, warm, intoxicating blood…


…He continued to stand in the roadway with his eyes closed, facing the direction of the van.

Yes, Russell could see it all so very clearly. This was always the way of the beast which tormented his thoughts, always demeaning the sacrifice, cheapening and stealing from the higher purpose.

He was repulsed by the exhilaration that the fantasy alone induced within his flesh. He could feel the warm, hard knife within his pants crying out for her, wanting to dig into her flesh. He had to stop and allow the moment to pass as he waited for his pulse rate to calm, and for those animal cravings to quiet down within him.

Russell opened his eyes and was surprised to find Janet in his arms. The pain in her ankle had caused her to pass out. He’d picked her up and… battled another monster, and won.

The other one’s way was not the answer—not any longer—not ever again.

You are a fool, boss… a damn fool!

“So be it,” Russell said, satisfied by the displeasure of that beast within.

He had reclaimed control and that meant something entirely new. He looked forward to arriving at the barn.

The van, and all that it meant, was now long behind him.

Perhaps, like Janet, who struggled with her own demons of an abusive marriage and found a victory, he too might taste freedom.

This changes nothing, boss… you’ll see.

Russell carried her unconscious body across the waist-high tall grass, which slowed down the monsters enough to reach the old barn.

By the time they arrived, the creatures had cleared the woods, spreading out like a brush fire of death across the field beneath the coming dawn. In less than half an hour, they would reach and overwhelm what was left of the McKinnley farmstead.

The remains of ancient red paint had peeled away from long weathered wood, held together by rusted nails and metal; the pride of craftsmanship from another age still defiantly making a stand long after purpose became obsolete. The barn doors screamed on old hinges as Russell entered the musty smelling darkness of the abandoned stables. Once inside, he quickly closed the doors as the early morning light penetrated the cracks between the wood planks, as dust particles danced within the beams of soft light. From where he stood, Russell could see that the loft was still intact, as well as the fold-down ladder that would get them up safely. Hopefully, the advantage of higher ground would protect them and keep them hidden while the monsters simply moved on in search of easier game.

If not, they still had the higher ground. It would have to be enough. They desperately needed rest.

“Put me down,” Janet said uncomfortably.

Ungrateful whore.

“Certainly.” Russell gently lowered her on to her one good foot. “We’re almost there,” he advised, nodding toward the loft. “Can you climb that?”

“I’ll manage,” she snipped, feeling weary of her own helplessness. “Just get me to the ladder and I’ll make it up there.”

She started up the rickety ladder with Russell right beneath her for support. Russell could not help staring up at her well-defined ass as her black panties rode up into her crack.

Bet you’re missing the van now, boss. There’s still time for a romp in the hay.

“Hey, show’s over,” Janet hissed, frustratingly aware of his eyes caressing her bottom in the half-light.

The loft was small, but dry, providing a little warmth. Unraveled bales of hay littered the floor and Janet quickly made a nest to cover her over-exposed legs as she positioned herself up against a wall.

Russell noticed the small hay door, and just above it, a long rope attached to a pulley system that still looked functional. He then pulled up the retractable ladder that folded over neatly at the edge of the loft.

“If they get in the barn, they won’t be able to reach us up here,” Russell said, sitting down across from Janet, but far enough away to make her feel more comfortable.

Now, he knew the questions would come.

The loft was much darker than below, concealing them both in partial shadows. Faint cracks of light shot across their forms, making them appear to each other as shapeless pieces of incomplete puzzles.

Janet could see that the stranger sat cross-legged with his elbows resting upon his knees, as he blew into his hands for warmth. She could see more scars running across his chest and stomach areas partially exposed within the slats of light and shadow that fell across his body. Russell’s face fell within the shadows, making him appear much more sinister than before. Although he’d never indicated that she was, Janet felt like a prisoner; the unspoken intent had been there all along, just not fully realized until now.

Feeling increasingly uncomfortable, she asked, “What are those things out there and why are they after us?”

Good luck with that one, boss. I was hoping for something a little simpler, like, ‘What’s that bulge between your legs, or are you just happy to see me?’

“They are the agents of opportunity,” he answered without hesitation. Russell thought that the limited light shining through and illuminating her eyes only made Janet look more beautiful. It was ironic, in a way, since the rest of her was irrelevant. It had always been about the eyes.

Although the savage within would disagree.

“Okay, that is not an answer,” Janet said. “That tells me jack-shit about what those things are and why the hell you were in my fucking house.”

“It’s not the answer you want to hear, but it is the perfect answer nonetheless. The rest is trivial; the rest is irrelevant.”

She did not like where this was going at all. “That bit about investigating my husband… that was all bullshit, right?”

“I came to save you, Janet Schuler. I came to… rescue you from the darkness that I found within your eyes. I am drawn to that darkness and I understand the suffering it creates. You were drowning in a sea of torment, enslaved by an evil man and a worthless life.”

“How dare you speak to me like that! You don’t even know me!”

“You are Janet Schuler, mother of none, daughter of sorrow. You once lived in the shadow of a monster who would not love you, no matter what you did. That monster saw in you something he could possess with ease, and so he took it. He took you, had you, and then spit you out of his mouth when the taste of you repulsed him. Gerald chewed you up like a piece of gum, then discarded your flavorless goo like he used to do when he was a kid, and just stuck that chewed up mess beneath the desk, next to all the rest. Then, he simply found new gum with new flavors, and left you there beneath that desk. You grew hard there and unfit for anything but the trash. Except that no one throws old gum like that away, because no one touches what’s become nasty beneath the desk.”

“Shut up! Shut your fucking mouth! You’ve no right to speak his name… no right at all!” She was so angry, the words failed her. Janet just sat there…

(like a piece of worthless gum)

…and said nothing.

“I said you were, but not anymore, my love.” He then stood up and raised his arms wide. “Just look how far you’ve come tonight! You’ve spent your whole life afraid to live, but now, you are ALIVE!”

“Please, sit back down. You’re frightening me.”

Russell moved in closer, smiled, and said, “That is my purpose, my love. I am Terror; I am Fear. I am the sum of all that is required, of all that is necessary, to make those who have lost their way find themselves again… I help those, who have let the darkness of this world steal the life right out of their eyes, rediscover the fire once more. Janet Shuler, you have fought and fought and now… you are free!” He held his arms out wider for dramatic effect. He was openly crying, moved by the profound and intimate moment they now shared. Russell felt as though an incredible burden was suddenly lifted. He no longer had to carry the truth of his purpose alone… he had her now. He had Janet. And together they would heal each other from the madness.

“I… I don’t understand…” Janet wanted to be down in the field, surrounded by the mindless creatures who only wanted to feed upon her flesh. The crazy man who stood before her made them seem less strange… less frightening.

Russell looked confused. “Can’t you see me, Janet? Don’t you know who I am? You must know.”

He could hear the laughter of the other one. Of course she knows you, boss. Just look at her! Even now she plays victim, even now when you’ve spared her pathetic life, she still knows more than you, that her death is coming. You can’t stop what we are, boss. You can’t fucking save the living by offering life! You can’t give her that… you can’t give anyone that.

“Maybe we should just stop talking… for now,” Janet offered.

Russell lowered his arms. “I am that Boogeyman who comes to make life valuable again! I have come to make you cleave to that life, embrace it, fight for it-”

“You’re fucking insane!” Janet finally snapped. “What the hell is the matter with you? I… I don’t know how you know so much about me… how you could possibly know what you know about my life… but that just makes you downright scary! Can’t you see how that makes you look right now?”

Russell took a step back. Her eyes were still full of fear, full of darkness. It wasn’t supposed to be like this… not now. “I… I’m your salvation, Janet. Can’t you feel it? Can’t you feel how free you’ve become?”

Janet covered her mouth with two shaking hands. She didn’t know how to respond to this maniac.

He looked into her eyes and let his shoulders slump. She was lost to him. He might as well had been speaking from the other end of a long, dark tunnel.

They can only understand freedom, boss, by delivering them to the other side… there’s nothing but death here. There’s absolutely… NOTHING!

Russell dropped to his knees before her and stared pitifully into the sawdust.

Janet was at a complete loss. She tried to comfort the sad, deranged man. “Look, okay, you’re my salvation. Whatever you want. Let’s just stop talking for a while and get some sleep. When we’ve had some rest, we can talk-”

It was quick. Russell reached into his boot and grabbed the utility knife he’d taken from the garage. Before she understood what was happening, he slit her throat open with the small blade.

Janet’s eyes went wide with shock as she tried to speak and grabbed her bloody throat.

Russell let out a heart-wrenching sob and pulled Janet to him. He embraced her fiercely. “Just let go, my love. It’s alright now.”

He held her until the struggling ceased, and her body went limp.

“You are free now, my love,” he soothingly whispered into her ear. “You are liberated from the darkness which tried to finish you off tonight, the darkness that failed at every quarter to come and take what you fought so valiantly to keep. You’re free to go in peace, while that fire remains in your possession. Go now, my love. Be still.”

He held her in the darkness, letting the warm blood of her release pour down his chest. Russell had never felt so alive, so fulfilled, so joyful. He continued to let the tears flow freely.

Both he and the other one… were satisfied.

When the creatures reached the barn, they smelled the blood, which made them manic. They smashed through decrepit barn planks letting in more of the morning.

Russell gently placed Janet’s body down and pushed open the hay loft doors. A crimson fire lit the sky and dispelled the darkness of the loft.

He picked her body up and sat with it in his arms before the dawn, allowing Janet one last sunrise. He gently stroked her hair with his bloody hands and let the euphoric moment seize him.

Just below, the flesh-craving monsters howled in frustration, unable to reach the loft.

Russell ignored them.


After a few moments, the other one respectfully intervened. That was a beautiful death, boss. I must admit, you have style.

“Thank you. Yes, it was beautiful, wasn’t it?”

It sure was.

“And now she is free.”

She sure is. Now, about our other little problem… may I take over, boss?

“If you must.”

I’ll need the body.

“That’s fine. Janet’s gone now. Do what you have to do.”

Very well, boss.

“Yes, all is very well, isn’t it?”



A blood-red, indifferent sun broke the barrier of the horizon setting the clouds on fire. The sky exploded pink and red across the morning, casting a faded reddish hue over McKinnley field.

Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning.

What remained of vocal cords mixed with years of decay, united in horrific screams of hunger and frustration that reverberated across the fiery dawn, like a declaration, an omen of the hell to come as the creatures who once resided in the silent ground of King Memorial Cemetery now voiced their inhuman outrage. Relocated from the nightmares of small children, they now assembled before the front of an old barn, crawling over one another, reaching upward with long dead limbs at the bare and bloody feet that swayed just beyond their reach.

Two hundred creatures formed a disorganized mob around the fresh corpse of Janet Schuler who hung from the hay beam, suspended by a rope beneath her arms from the old pulley system used to transport hay up and through the loft doors.

Her lifeless blood continued to drip downward upon the faces of the dead who drank greedily, fiercely, lustfully. Before the day was through, they would find more blood.

As for Russell Bower, he disappeared among the dispersing shadows which fled from the dawn, back into the dark corners where shadows waited patiently for night to release them once more.

As for the day, it now belonged to them…

The Dead.


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“Chapter 7-4: Demon Night 2” Copyright © 2014, 2015 Scott Scherr. From the Novel “Don’t Feed The Dark, Book One: Southbound Nightmares”.

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“Don’t move,” a voice whispered from the darkness behind her.

Janet knew that voice. The man who called himself, John, had found her.

She looked back, barely making out his shape crouched down within the shadow between a tree and her hiding spot, and wondered how long he’d been watching her from there.

The creatures continued to move in the direction of the Schuler house. Perhaps the smell of the fire was drawing them—Russell couldn’t care less. For the moment, there was some distance between them and the nearest monster. A large group was already moving past them while another group was closing in on their position, leaving a narrow gap through the woods that Russell believed would take them toward his van.

The creatures moved sluggishly through the woods, until prey was sensed, but all it would take was for one to see them moving against the moonlight and Janet and Russell would be overwhelmed.

“I’m sorry I left you back there, John,” Janet lied. “I thought you were dead.”

The bitch is lying, boss. Cut her tongue out and show it to her. Let her know what a lying tongue looks like.

Russell gave her a weary look. “We have to go.”

“You need to leave me here and get help,” Janet said. “You can’t carry me through the woods without us both being seen.” She was horrified by the thought of being left alone out here, but Janet believed her chances of survival were better if John would just go away. Perhaps the creatures would see him, providing her a chance to make it to the cabin.

“I just came from the cabin,” Russell advised, anticipating her thoughts. “There’s nothing but death back that way. The only reason you haven’t been discovered yet is because the main group is still behind me.”

Janet could find nothing to say.

Oh, God, them or him. What’s worse? she thought desperately.

“If you don’t come with me now, they’ll find you, and you’ll die in these woods.” Russell needed her to come with him willingly; he needed to make her think she had a choice.

Leave her or kill the bitch now, boss. What the hell’s wrong with you? Your new friends will appreciate the meal and we’ll get a little bit of the action before a fast getaway from these fucked-up woods.

They had to move now. He could already hear them advancing from behind. Shadows began to dance all around them. Russell reached his hand toward the front of the thicket and held it there.

You’ll be sorry, boss. Sooner or later, you’ll be sorry.

“We’ve made it this far, Janet Schuler, we can make it the rest of the way. I promised you that I would get you out of this and I mean to keep my promise.”

“Who the hell are you really?” she asked. “And what the hell are those… things?”

Russell sighed. “I appreciate your questions. But what matters right now is that we’re still alive. All answers will come, once we’re clear from this hellish place. Please, we need to go now.”

She could hear them pushing through the trees. They were so close, so very close.

Janet reached up and grabbed the devil’s gloved hand as he gently but firmly pulled her out of the thicket, allowing her to balance herself on her one good foot.

“Brace against the tree, but stay out of the moonlight,” he ordered.

Janet used the tree to hold herself up as Russell bent down and quickly removed his black, skin-tight, long sleeve shirt.

Janet could see faint scars running up his muscular back.

Russell didn’t give her time to examine them further, and he didn’t want Janet to see the sheath he wore, once concealed beneath that shirt. He leaned in toward her legs, grabbing the bottom of her torn gown, and began to tear upward, revealing her black panties.

“What the fuck are you… doing?” She was not prepared for the immediate humiliation.

He could see her firm stomach muscles tense as he quickly completed ripping the gown all the way up past her well-developed breasts, barely contained within the matching black bra.

If you don’t tear that fine piece of ass up, boss… I WILL!

Russell continued to ignore the savage and handed her the black shirt. “Relax. You can’t wear that gown. How do you think I found you out here?”

Janet was too embarrassed by the sudden removal of her clothes to say anything, as she quickly discarded what was left of her gown and put the shirt on over her goose bump stricken flesh. The shirt covered her down just above the panty line, revealing far too much leg for her liking. Nor did she appreciate the snug fit around her breasts as her nipples protested uncomfortably through the thin bra. She covered them up with her arms.

“How about a little warning next time,” she snapped, trying to retain some of her dignity.

While she was distracted, Russell removed the empty sheath and discarded it. He didn’t bother acknowledging her discomfort or his own as the cool night air hit his bare skin.

They were almost upon them.

“Time to go.” Russell placed her reluctant arm around his shoulder. “Are you in pain?”

“Not yet. The cold is helping.”

“We will have to move as fast as possible—faster if they spot us. It might get… painful,” he said, addressing her broken ankle.

Janet nodded, her eyes filled with fear, but also with understanding that the pain was the least of her concerns at the moment. “Where are we going to go?”

Russell leaned forward, allowing her to compensate for the bad ankle as best she could. He was done with pretending. “I have a van parked at the back of your property, by the old farm.”

She looked at him distrustfully, but said nothing.

That’s right, whore. You should fear the van. Lots of fond memories in there, right boss?

The first of many new horrific shadows came into range.

We could spread her across the plastic and bleed her out nice and slow…

Russell balled his fists up, and then released them. He longed for his knife.

…And when you’ve flooded her secret place… filled her with your entire essence… then you can stab her in the chest, right between those hard eyes staring up at you above those beautiful breasts… again, and again, and again…


Janet could feel him shaking as they moved. But it wasn’t the cold, or fear-

It was the blood lust.

Russell summoned all his strength to shut that demon out of his head. It took an incredible effort.

You’re not going to ruin it, this time, do you fucking hear me? Russell thought.

The other one responded with insane sounding laughter that reverberated down into his very core.

We’ll see, boss. We’ll see what happens when we get to the van. You always listen to ME in the van.

That was when Russell knew they couldn’t make it—shouldn’t.

He began to turn them away from the van, continuing for the narrow road at another point.

Where are you going, boss? You’re being foolish. This can only end one way.

They moved one tediously slow step at a time. Janet was sweating with the pain, feeling fatigued all over again. Russell continued to push her to the limit and beyond.

More shadows began to appear… and then they were spotted.

“We can’t make it to the vehicle,” Russell said between hard breaths.

“What do you mean-”

“The van is no longer an option,” he snapped, firmly settling the matter between them.

“But… where can we go, then?” Janet was giving up.

He could sense it. “We can make it to the farmhouse.”

Janet surprised him with a short laugh. “The McKinnley farm? That place was condemned years ago. There’s nothing left of it… nothing that would keep these things out.” Then her eyes lit up as she remembered something else. “I believe the barn is still standing though.”

“Does it have a loft?”

“Yes, I think it does.”

“Then, we go there.”

The woods erupted with shrill cries of anguish mixed with madness as a hundred tormented souls stepped out of the shadows, calling out toward the moon as if inquiring of a dark god to deliver these two wayward lights of the living into their decrepit hands, hoping the sheer terror of their hellish outcry would be enough to stop them. They began to move as one through the trees, hoping to catch their prey and…


Janet went pale with fright. Her limbs betrayed her as Russell had to catch her from falling. She desperately tried to free herself from Russell’s grasp and find a rock to crawl beneath to hide from the horrors that came for them.

Russell could hear them gaining ground, but refused to waste time looking back. They dead were moving with purpose now, purpose that provided speed he’d not thought them capable of. They seemed to feed off one another’s strangled screams as the creatures pushed through the brush, bumping into trees and falling over each other in a frantic attempt to catch them.

Janet fell to the ground screaming. She rolled up into a ball and covered her ears.

The bitch has lost her mind, boss. LEAVE HER!

“No!” he shouted. “She’s too important!” Russell bent down beside her and ripped her hands from her ears. “Move, Janet! Move or they’re going to devour you while you watch!”

Janet was unresponsive.

She’s in shock, boss. Come… on… you’ve seen this before! This is what the victims always do right before you end-

“BE SILENT!” he shouted. He quickly turned around and searched the ground for anything he could use. He picked up a fist-sized rock and a foot-long stick.

Two monsters were stumbling toward them, arms outstretched and jaws dropped as they made unintelligible gasping sounds. Their dark eyes went wide like addicts when they saw Russell and charged with surprising intensity.

Russell met their charge and ducked under the first one’s sickly arms while letting it trip over his outstretched leg. He came up in front of the second beast and shoved the stick up under its chin, driving it upward into its brain. The beast collapsed.

Russell jumped on the back of the tripped monster, and bashed its head in with the rock until it ceased to move.

A third beast was there, wrapping its thin tree-like limbs around his neck. He could hear the woman’s excited wail as it leaned in to bite his ear. The smell of the old corpse alone was enough to kill a lesser man.

Russell let out a primal scream, rammed the back of his head into its deteriorating jaw and kicked back with his legs, knocking the horrid woman over and falling on top of her. He quickly slid out from her grasp before realizing he’d already smashed her frail jaw bone and her legs to pieces. He was fortunate the thing had been an elderly woman. Russell could see its exposed rib cage through torn skin. He reached down and broke off the largest bone, making sure to break it at an angle, leaving him a jagged-edged weapon.

He retracted the bone, expecting a fourth attacker. They were all around the woods but had not found him yet.

He turned toward Janet, who now sat rocking with her arms around her knees. She was a mess.

Russell was struggling to regain his breath. In his state, he couldn’t carry the girl and fight at the same time; they would both be finished.

You fought well, boss… but enough already. This is a losing battle. Ditch the bitch!

Russell had one more move to make. He was an expert at knowing where to cut to prolong the kill and what bled the best to end it quickly. This time he would have to cut deep.

He knelt down and spoke in her ear. “Is that all you’ve got, you stupid bitch, you worthless cunt?”

The familiar words struck her like fists.

There was no time for playing nice. Nice would get them both killed. Nice was for the timid, the prey… not the predators.

He grabbed Janet’s arm and yelled, “Get the fuck up, you weak bitch!” He had no strength left to carry her. He needed her to want to live.

Tear that pig’s arm off if you have to, boss. Maybe you can still get a hand job, if the limbs still twitching later. Do what you have to, but move your ass!

He was no longer ‘the boss’, or Russell, or John.

He was Gerald Schuler—cheating, mean-spirited, wife abusing, loveless, prick-of-a-man Gerald.

Janet was looking at him now. That was good.

“What are you looking at, you cunt? How dare you judge me with those soft, doe eyes!” Russell raised his hand to slap her.

Janet flinched, covering her face from the anticipated blow that did not come.

“That’s right, you cowering bitch. We both know who your master is, don’t we? We both know that you’re too fucking weak to stop me; too fucking timid to stand up and stop me from fucking anyone I damn well please.”

Janet looked up. Her eyes were on fire.

Good. But not good enough.

He had to hit her where it really counted.

“You just stay on the ground and die, so I can go on fucking those sweet young things that still have a bit of fire left in them, unlike you… fucking weak bitch. Just look at yourself, no man’s ever going to want to give such a weak bitch like you children and let you raise them up to be so fucking spineless like you!” Russell spat the last word.

“Shut the fuck up!” she screamed.

The creatures screamed with her. They became increasingly excited by the sound of voices—living, breathing voices.

Oh boy, there goes the fuckin’ neighborhood, boss!

“Make me shut up, you worthless whore!” Russell slapped her across the face.

That did it.

Janet managed to get to her feet as Russell pulled on her arm. She then lunged toward Russell, intending to grab the tongue from his mouth and rip it out, then bite his ever-cheating-cock clean off, whatever it took to kill the fucking bastard and silence him forever!

As she lunged, Russell caught her other arm, wrapped it around his neck and used her momentum to get her moving forward again.

“Don’t look, don’t think, don’t fucking stop! Stay angry and use it to stay alive. Don’t prove that prick right!” He shouted in her face as a grey, putrid smelling arm came out of the trees and grabbed for her hair. Russell stepped forward and shoved the rib bone into the monster’s left eye. He yanked her forward as the sharp pain throbbed in her ankle and the boiling anger made her scream. But she continued to move… faster… faster.

More creatures advanced upon them.

Russell whacked one hard in the chin with the palm of his hand, sending its deteriorated jaw flying into the woods as the monster turned to follow it with his eyes.

Russell shattered what was left of its shin with a kick as the creature lost its balance and fell forward. Russell felt as though he’d just kicked the stump of a dead and hollowed out tree when his foot went through bone with unexpected ease.

The creature howled with frustration.

And still, others came.

Russell guided them desperately through a dense area of younger trees. Branches pierced them and slashed across their faces. Janet couldn’t tell the swinging branches from cold hands reaching in to grab at her. The dense area of trees slowed the creatures down while Russell maneuvered through the shadows those trees afforded.

What looked like a small child who had been thrown into a fire stood before them with its arms held wide to receive them. Through charred and rotted flesh, Russell could see eyes with no eyelids and teeth fully exposed with no lips. He kicked the small creature square in the face, knocking its head clean off.

Janet nearly vomited on her borrowed shirt as she watched the demise of the horrific looking child. She could still hear the sound of its head bouncing away among the trees, could still see the remainder of the body falling over, its arms still held out to receive them and pointing toward the night sky.

All at once, they cleared the woods, almost falling together onto the dirt road. The sky opened up above them as the first slice of morning twilight bled red across the horizon. On the other side of the dirt road, a vast and overgrown field stood as the only barrier remaining before reaching the barn that stood at its center, perhaps a quarter-mile away.

Janet’s limbs went weak as she began to collapse from the pain and exhaustion.

Russell looked back to the woods. There were much more of them now, but moving much slower through the dense woods. Fortunately, none of them had come around another way and made it outside the woods yet. The road was completely clear.

Russell took a deep breath, deciding he could carry Janet the rest of the way through the field in his arms.

The van’s much closer, boss… just up the road a spell. You can hop right in with your girlfriend and drive right out of here. And then we can have some real fun.

Russell looked up the road. Yes, he could just make out the tops of the large willow trees where he’d hidden the van. He could be there in ten minutes. The barn would take at least fifteen minutes.

You already know my vote, boss. There’s really only one option… and you and I both know it. Time to set the little piggy free from this sick, sick world.

The creatures would overwhelm them any minute now.

Russell had a decision to make.


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“Chapter 7-3: Demon Night 2” Copyright © 2014, 2015 Scott Scherr. From the Novel “Don’t Feed The Dark, Book One: Southbound Nightmares”.

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Russell had reached the caretaker’s cabin quicker than expected, not realizing where he was until his feet connected with the small dirt road, which substituted as a driveway. He’d scanned the road toward the front of the nearly hidden, dark structure nestled within the trees. Observing the dirt road in the other direction, he noticed it went around and through the woods behind the cabin, toward the cemetery.

Russell’s irritation began to surface. He should have found her long before now. Dawn was fast approaching and the fire department would be arriving at the Schuler house, if they weren’t already there. His window of opportunity was quickly closing.

Fire department, boss? Are you fuckin’ kidding me? Why don’t you get your head out of that whore’s ass for a moment, and think about what you saw tonight. Then, tell me if you think those fuckin’ fire trucks are still comin’.

Russell ignored the other one. He hadn’t thought much about anything except keeping Janet alive. The rest was irrelevant. His purpose was all that mattered.

Time was running out. Russell didn’t like being rushed. Being rushed led to mistakes. Being rushed led to sloppy conclusions, and that was his way, not Russell’s.

He had moved through the woods with the efficient stealth of any predator, somehow overlooking Janet’s hiding spot within the heavily shadowed thicket. While she’d slept deeply from exhaustion, Russell had been looking for movement. A bright-colored nightgown, broken ankle, and the clumsy sounds of someone not accustomed to maneuvering through the forest at night, should have made finding her as easy as spotting an elephant, but Janet was proving far more resourceful than he anticipated.

The bitch is hiding, boss. She probably watched you walk on by and had herself a good old laugh. When you catch her, break the other ankle, too! Break it slowly until that cunt’s not smiling anymore, so she knows what runnin’ will get her. Then, make that pig scream-

“Be quiet,” Russell hissed sharply.

His attention was fixed on the cabin.

The small, rustic looking structure sat deceptively still. Two dark windows looked out off a poorly maintained front porch toward Russell’s hiding spot.

He took a reluctant step out from his cover to get a better look.

If Janet had made it this far, the cabin should’ve been lit up, phone calls made, and the police on their way… unless, of course, they were already inside waiting for him.

He crouched down and examined the front of the cabin for any indication of a trap. That’s when he noticed that the front door was ajar and that one of the windows had been shattered.

Place feels like a tomb, boss. Can’t ya’ feel it?

The other one was right. The cabin seemed lifeless, abandoned… but there was more.

Perhaps our excitable friends with the claws and teeth hit this place first, boss.

Yes, that sounded about right. And then he remembered the screams in the wind from earlier. Russell let out a heavy sigh, shook his head and said, “She could still be in there.”

The lame bitch isn’t worth the risk… and you know it, boss.

He stood up and approached the porch. The heavy wooden door squeaked loudly when he pushed it all the way open, letting in the moonlight.

The first thing he saw in the death room was a bloody discarded eyeball staring at him from the top of a slashed-up and blood-stained sofa.

Welcome to the horror show, my friend, the eye seemed to suggest. Oh, it gets much worse than this… but please feel free to have a look around.

The large open living quarters of the cabin displayed one horrific death scene after another as Russell counted six dismembered family members scattered about the destroyed room like a macabre collage of savageness he’d seldom seen. The amount of blood splattered across every surface seemed more than six mauled corpses could manage. It was apparent that the same beasts who had interrupted Russell’s affairs in the Schuler home had struck the caretaker’s family hard and fast, catching them completely off guard.

Two had died without ever leaving their seats before the family television. What was left of their bodies looked like they were split down the front and had their innards ripped out and thrown about the room. Another was dragged down the back hall that Russell assumed led to the bedrooms. A thick trail of blood clearly showed that someone had struggled in vain before being devoured in the hall—a bloody torso was all that remained. Apparently, one of the monsters didn’t want to share his spoils with the group. The remaining members were torn up trying to flee out the back door of the cabin. The rear door stood partially open with a headless man lying dead within the frame.

Russell was neither appalled by the slaughter, nor did he share a peer’s appreciation for the murderous frenzy that took place. He simply stared at the massacre indifferently while trying to calm the other one’s extreme arousal at the sight of so much meaningless brutality.

Blood’s still fresh, boss! Can you smell it? Don’t you want to rub your hands in it, feel the warmth of it on your face? Fuck! I wanna slice something up!

“Be still, animal,” Russell cautioned.

He could feel the other one’s unwillingness to be silenced… especially now. Like a child being told that Christmas was suddenly canceled while drooling over all the presents under the tree, the other one continued to resist, but finally succumbed to Russell’s control.

If your bitch had been here… well… I don’t know if you could’ve stopped me this time, boss. You know I’m right.

Russell ignored him. After examining the remains of the bodies, and the other rooms within the cabin, he was convinced that Janet never made it this far. He could either backtrack or stay put and wait for her to come to him.

Or you could just leave, boss. Leave before the shit really hits the fan.

Russell decided to wait. He closed the front door and sat down on the living room couch in the vacant spot between the two corpses, placing his hands behind his head. From his vantage point, he could clearly see the driveway leading up to the porch through the front windows. The moonlight would reveal Janet’s approach while he remained concealed in the darkness. He made the mistake of leaning back as he closed his eyes for just a moment…

…and woke twenty minutes later with a start as he heard an unusual sound coming in through the shattered front window.

Wake-e, wake-e, boss. Trouble’s a comin’.

“Shit,” he said, getting quickly to his feet. He’d been uncharacteristically careless, letting his exhaustion get the better of him.

He went to the window to assess the strange sounds coming from the woods. There was no movement outside. Russell had trouble identifying what he was hearing, but it was getting louder. At first he thought it was the nocturnal wildlife getting riled up by the nearby Schuler home fire or the full moon. But as he listened harder, Russell understood that he was hearing voices, overlapping one on top of another.

The shrieks and moans of nearly five hundred corpses ripped across the night as the once permanent residents of King Memorial Cemetery ascended the hill behind the caretaker’s cabin and spread out across the woods like a rotting tidal wave crashing against the shores of sanity. They were compelled by the need to feed upon the world above the soil. The stench of the recently slain put the closest to the cabin in a frenzy, which spread among the cemetery horde like wildfire.

Holy shit, boss! You hearin’ this?

Russell could still see nothing. “They’re coming up behind us,” he concluded a little too late.

As confirmation, the first wave of the re-animated dead struck the rear of the cabin. They were not aware of Russell within the dark, lifeless slaughterhouse… but it was the slaughtered that attracted them.

Russell turned toward the rear of the cabin just as several cold and lifeless limbs reached into the shattered front window at where he stood exposed in the moonlight a moment before.

He sidestepped away from the blackened fingernails of an enraged woman, her jaw snapping while clawing at the air. Several more joined her at the window, pushing inward against each other and blocking out the moonlight. To Russell, they resembled badly mutilated fans in the front row of a rock concert trying to reach the object of their obsession. But it wasn’t mutual adoration they had in mind.

I hate to say ‘I told you so’, boss… but-

“Fuck off!” he yelled as Russell leapt over the couch. With a surge of adrenaline, he lifted one end of the sofa, spun it around facing the broken window, and then pushed it up and over with a loud grunt until if fell into the frame, landing on the heads of the beasts closest to gaining entry.

The monsters at the rear of the cabin had found their way to the open back door.

I’m already surrounded, Russell thought.

While some pounded against the rear windows, others began to push against the door until it struck the headless corpse in the frame, making an effective doorstop.

The gap was still wide enough for three smaller creatures to crawl inside while the ones behind them began to feed upon the doorstop.

Russell’s one and only advantage was the darkness. His eyes had adjusted to the dark room and he quickly ran for the back door and kicked the first three beasts in their heads. Their rotted skulls shattered under his heel as he felt his boot sink in the mud of ancient brain matter.

Seizing an opportunity to reach the kitchen area, Russell began to look for weapons and found the knife rack.

One of the rear windows shattered.

Something heavy struck the floor in one of the back bedrooms.

There was pounding on the front door.

A large sickly hand grabbed the back of Russell’s neck in the dark.

He turned, deflected a tall man’s rotted arm, and thrust a knife straight into the monster’s chest.

It had no effect.

“Fuck… me!” Russell looked up into the shadowed face of a long dead soldier in his dress uniform. Maggots dripped out of one empty eye socket.

Fuck us both, boss!

The dead soldier with the knife sticking out of his dirt-clogged uniform growled at him and reached for Russell’s throat.

He’d already found a heavy meat tenderizer near the knives as Russell kicked the soldier in the gut, knocking him off-balance long enough to reach for the hammer. Russell quickly brought it down on the soldier’s forehead with a vicious shout.

The soldier fell forward near his feet and remained still.

Head wounds, boss! Just like the fat bitch at the house.

Russell had no time to consider this as the back door burst open and the dead began pouring in through the open doorway.

He held his breath and remained still as the first five… no, six… eight entered and began storming through the house. The darkness was still on his side; they were not aware of him yet.

It’s all that fresh meat, boss. It’s all-you-can-eat night at the caretaker’s cabin and that blood’s your best friend right now.

Russell waited for a pause in the procession as twenty-five hard-to-kill cannibals now roamed freely within the cabin. Finally there was an opening at the doorway.

Russell grabbed four large knives from the rack and bolted for the back door.

He ran out into the night and straight into a crowd of creatures crouched over and pulling at the remains of the headless man they had dragged outside and were now tearing the corpse to pieces.

Russell stopped as several disfigured creatures turned their heads toward him, opening their mouths full of flesh to scream at him. They began to rise and lunge toward him with cold flesh, but Russell was a cold and calculating machine. He saw an opening and rushed around the thinnest part of the crowd, depositing all four of his knives into the tops of four creature’s heads while pushing back or kicking in the faces of several more until he moved around the side of the cabin and back toward the gravel road.

The crowd was thinner at the front, most of them still preoccupied with gaining entry into the cabin. Russell ran past them until he was back in the cover of the trees while the monsters slowly started moving in his direction.

Russell stopped and hid within the shadow of a large tree to catch his breath.

He could hear them moaning and shambling through the woods ahead of him as well as behind.

For the second time tonight, he’d become the prey.

Well fuck me sideways, boss, is there anything not hunting you tonight? the other one mocked.

Russell ignored him. It was Janet he considered now. If she was still out there, these monsters would catch up to her, especially with her broken ankle.

Leave it alone, boss. Let the bitch go! Can’t ya’ see the bigger picture yet? The rules of the game have changed now. Look around you.


Russell crept among the shadows, employing all his stealth to keep clear of the dead things. He still believed he would find Janet Schuler… as he was meant to.


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“Chapter 7-2: Demon Night 2” Copyright © 2014, 2015 Scott Scherr. From the Novel “Don’t Feed The Dark, Book One: Southbound Nightmares”.

No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission by the author.

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