The moon shone bright in the sky as Professor Nickelson looked down at the shallow grave, shovel in hand. He could not tell if it was the freezing winds or what he had just done that set his hairs on end but either way he was oddly content.
Nickelson smiled as he walked over the grave flattening the disturbed dirt and when the ground was level he spat on the grave. She did not deserve respect, not even in her death. She tormented his child and took away the thing he loved most, his wife. All for some sick game. Elliot felt no guilt only the satisfaction of knowing that his child was now safe and that no one will ever know what he did.
"Well," I said after finishing the book and looked into my dad's brown eager eyes. His face was contorted into questioning smile waiting for me to give my response to the tenth and final installment of his detective series. "I didn't see that coming."
"Exactly," he exclaimed, "Completely unpredictable."
I though back to the other nine stories and nodded my head. He was right; I never would have guessed his main character was being blackmailed into doing the horrid things he did. "It does explain why he begun the whole serial killer thing to begin with."
"And, it's the perfect ending to a perfect series," he replied. My dad was always overconfident in his writing ability but he had a right to be. Ever since his first book was released ten years ago, he had never left the best seller list.
"If you say so," I scoffed. "I guess we'll find out tomorrow when it is released what your fans think of it." I got up and stretched out my sore legs. Reading all day took a surprising toll on my body. "Are you going to write another series," I asked him. He never told me much about his writing and never let me read his stories till they were released. He thought I would tell all my friends what happened and the secret would be out, not that I blame him, it has happened before. I cannot for the life of me keep a secret.
"No sweetie," he said with sadness evident in his voice. "That was my last one."
"Oh," I respond not knowing what else to say. I knew how much my dad loved writing and whatever reason was stopping him from doing it had to be a good one. "Well, at least it had a good ending."
"You know it does," he said sounding confident once again, "Now how about a little celebratory ice-cream?"
"Chocolate chip cookie dough," I asked running to cupboards to grab a bowl.
"I went with strawberry cheesecake this time," he joked.
"Dad," I whined in my best baby voice, "Me wants chocolate chip cookie dough." We both laughed as he filled the bowls with ice-cream and ate it.
"I just want you to know how much I love you," he said out of the blue.
"I know." I smiled and wrapped my arms around him, squeezing as tight as possible.
"I will take care of the dishes," he said after looking at the clock. It was well past ten at night and even though I was seventeen, I still had a bed time.
"Okay," I said reluctantly turning away. I hated ending evenings like this. I loved the father-daughter time when we were not fighting about my school grades or my future. "Goodnight dad, I love you."
"Goodnight sweetie." He gave me a hug and sent me on my way so he could do the dishes and I could go to bed.
A growl, low and loud stopped me in the middle of my nightly routine of washing my face and brushing my teeth. It was the type of growl only heard in horror movies where people were being hunted by wolves. There was another growl and the mellow cry of my dad followed it.
"Dad!" I yelled as I ran down the hallway as fast as possible.
"Stay where you are, Bethany," my dad called. "Don't come any closer."
"Dad!" I repeated and found myself moving closer and closer to what ever produced the growling sound. I spun around the corner and saw my dad standing in a circle of salt with a monster trying to get inside.
It was a dog, a giant dog easily the size of a young elephant. It had no hair but skin the color of burning charcoal. Just looking at it made my life flash before my eyes.
"Run!" I heard my dad scream but I was plastered in place with fear. "Run!" he screamed again, this time taking me out of my fear induced trance. I turned on my heels and ran leaving him behind to face the creature.
Hot steamy breath ticked my neck and I knew the creature was right behind me. I forced my legs to run faster in a last minute attempt to outrun the monster. I knew I was not going to make it out alive but I had to try. I reached the door yanking it open I took a deep gulp of cold air that stung my already tired lungs.
I screamed. The loudest, most agonizing scream as the jaw of the monstrous dog clamped down on my leg and pulled. The wind was knocked out of me as I fell flat on my stomach and was pulled across the room like a rag doll. I grappled aimlessly at the room hoping to find anything to grab onto but failed as the creature flung me in a new direction.
The pain in my leg was nothing compared to the pain on my father's face as he sprinted across the room to save me but by the time he got there it was already too late. I was dragged into the dark pit of death before anyone had the chance to save me.