Another year. Another massacre looming. When the sun rises on the Old West town of Saltwater Junction this town will face head on two fierce predators. Vampires who stalk you in the sunlight, and werewolves that transform with the sunrise. This short story rewrites the legends and all you’ve ever known about these creatures of the night. Where do you go when there’s no place left to hide?
5 out of 5 Stars – Kudos for a new spin
4 out of 5 Stars – Pretty good…
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“Bob, Linda, you in there?”
Still no answer.
He looked back at his horse, and then pushed the front door open.
He held the gun tight, and moved into the small living room area that held a few chairs, and several small tables. From this room, he could see into a kitchen, and into the two bedrooms.
He stood there a moment and scanned the place over.
The house appeared to be silent, but he thought he heard something, something low and almost inaudible coming from one of the bedrooms.
It was a sucking sound, like something feasting.
He made his way towards that sound, boots clicking on the uneven hard wood floor, spurs jingling, hoping he wasn’t right, but pretty sure he was.
He stopped at the door that led into the Master Bedroom, and listened again. Sure enough, the sound he was hearing was coming from this room. He held the holy water vial up, and popped the lid off with his thumb. He aimed his gun forward, and slipped into the room.
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Yes, awesome excerpt!
Thanks. Trying to drum up some interest.