Horror Stories: A Macabre Collection

Horror Stories: A Macabre Collection by Steve Wands

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Authors: Steve Wands
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Sally
snapped.
    Tom stepped forward, his shoulders hunched
down and his fingers ready to curl up into a fist. Sally didn’t
back down, she stood her ground and looked the troublemaker dead in
the eye.
    “Looks like you want to fight, now,” the kid
said.
    “Not looking, but ready. We don’t want any
trouble. We just want to be left alone,” Tom said.
    “Go ahead, no one’s stopping you,” the kid
smiled, “but my girlfriend over there has some explaining to
do.”
    “Something I should know?” Tom turned around
to ask Sally.
    “No. I don’t know this creep,” she said,
“I’ve never—Tommy lookout—”
    The kid moved fast, landing a right hook on
Tom’s jaw catching him unawares and leaving him stunned. By the
time Tom knew what happened a second fist was coming at his face
from the same kid. Sally’s screaming filled the air behind him as
the rest of the troublemakers moved forward. Tom dodged the second
swing, sidestepping the strike and delivering one of his own. By
luck, Tom struck the kid square in the nose, and it bled like a
faucet. The kid clutched his nose and backed away as the others
swarmed in.
    Tom swung again, hitting another kid in the
neck but not hard enough to hurt him. As he readied another swing
one kid dove at his waist tackling him to the ground. They wrestled
and rolled, flailing wild shots at each other. Sally tried to pull
the kid off of Tom, but she was pulled back by one of the other
kids. The one with the bloody nose ran to Tom as he was rolled onto
his back and kicked him in the ear. He kicked him again and again,
bloodying his shoe and leaving Tom’s face a bloody mess. Sally
kicked and squirmed her way free from the kid holding her and
turned to him. The kid was about to reach for her, when she reached
out and slashed his face with her nails. She scraped the kids open
eye and he dropped to the ground screaming obscenely about it.
    The others paid no attention to them as they
worked Tom over. By now, people from the boardwalk began to gather
around and drew the attention of some of the vendors, and game
announcers. Sally ran toward Tom and grabbed one of the kids from
behind, digging her sharp nails into his eyes. It worked for the
one kid, so why not another, she figured. And sure enough, it did,
but this time the kid was able to land a hard elbow to her face.
They both fell to the ground.
    The cars on the drag seemed to rev their
engines louder to make up for the noise on the boardwalk. Like they
were cheering on the action or trying to steal away the attention
from the crowd.
    One of the game announcers left his post,
carrying a large mallet, the test-your-strength-type of mallet that
weighed ten pounds more than it should. He pushed through the crowd
of kids that had gathered, yelling for them to break it up. When
the troublemakers saw him they scattered, revealing the bloodied
Tom who writhed in pain clutching his head. He had at least one
missing tooth and a broken nose. Sally got up,, her eye blackened
from the blow and went to Tom’s side.
    The troublemakers ran off the boardwalk and
into the street. A black car roared down the street, picking up
speed as they crossed the busy roadway. The car clipped one of the
kids in his leg as he was crossing the yellow dotted line that
separated the lanes. The kid flipped in the air, screaming as his
leg twisted and cracked from the impact of the car. He landed face
first into the pavement. The others didn’t even look back. Someone
from another car got out to help him. The others ran.
     
    “You okay, Tom?” Sally asked.
    “Do I look okay?”
    “No. You look terrible,” she replied.
    “Too terrible to kiss,” he asked.
    “No, not that terrible, but not until you
clean up that blood,” she smiled.
    “Your eye,” Tom noticed, “what happened to
your eye?”
    “One of those jerks hit me.”
    “What assholes!”
    “Yeah, but the hell with them, they’re gone,
now,” she tried to smile.
    “I guess.”
    The game

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